Li Mo was full of question marks. He had felt that this person seemed familiar.
But he never expected that when the other spoke, it would leave him speechless right there. When did he get married? How could he not know about it?
He didn’t even have a wife. Where did his family come from?
“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“No… forget it, just consider it a slip of the tongue. I’ll still call you by your name.”
Feng Zhi said, her eyes strangely fixed on him, clearly not like she was seeing him for the first time.
“?
Li Mo touched his neck, where there was a red mark, like a birthmark.
But Feng Zhi knew that it wasn’t really a birthmark…
Indeed, she stood behind the Li family and gave them a bit of her own strength because of him.
After all, even other members of the Celestial Race couldn’t usually interact with Ying Bing.
He might be the only one who could find her.
Feng Zhi always felt that Jiang Yu’s methods were becoming more extreme, and the contradictions between the Underground City and the Human City were growing. Jiang Yu didn’t seem to care, but she could smell danger.
Each time a disaster happened, the number of fallen Celestials decreased.
She thought she should prepare a way out.
One aspect was Ying Bing, and another was Li Mo himself.
Now, according to their agreement, he had forgotten his past, which meant he might not know how strong his support was behind him.
The former Great King Village was now called Ink City.
It was the holy land of all Cutthroat People and had also given birth to many strong figures in the Human City.
Those people were truly powerful. One named Dong Chang Tian could even make her feel threatened.
It was hard to say that Ying Bing wasn’t involved behind the scenes.
d*mn, Ink City used to be called Li Mo City before it was simplified, anyone could guess that!
In addition, Ink City was very united.
They didn’t believe in any Celestial Race, but they had an inexplicable cohesion. Whenever and wherever, as long as you showed a strange symbol, you would be treated as one of them.
This was why the various families in the Underground City regarded Ink City as a thorn in their side, yet they remained unscathed.
All of these were Feng Zhi’s speculations.
She felt they were quite accurate, but other Celestials didn’t know.
“Have we met before?”
“When?”
Feng Zhi shook her head, not planning to explain further.
Li Mo pointed at her flower-patterned cotton jacket: “I always feel this coat doesn’t fit the style of the City of Heaven.”
Feng Zhi shook her head: “I like such colorful clothes, it’s quite common.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, exactly like this.”
Seeing the other’s firm expression, he stroked his chin, feeling that the serious nonsense coming out of her mouth was like looking in a mirror.
No wonder the performance-type Celestial—best male lead—could see through the acting traces at a glance.
“Feng Zhi, what are you talking about with him? Shall we start?”
A voice came from the side, faintly carrying the sound of thunder.
It was the Celestial—Lei Ze—who came down with thunder. He was bare-chested, with well-defined muscles and a bald head.
Feng Zhi nodded: “Let’s start.”
Li Mo suppressed his doubts and took out the long sword from his waist.
Old Li once said that if one’s martial arts realm was sufficient, the Celestial Race would bestow their power upon them, allowing martial arts to truly resonate with heaven and earth.
He always wondered how he could achieve this on his own.
It was said that some powerful mortals in the Human City could do it.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have enough time to try…
“Come over!”
“Who’s coming over?”
“Cough, sorry, this is my martial arts starting posture. Since it’s a complete demonstration…”
“…just start already.”
Whoosh—
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword drew a stunning arc.
It looked casual, but it was actually like a deer hanging its antlers, swift as a startled swan, fierce and unpredictable, making one feel they were full of flaws.
With each movement, his aura reached its peak.
—
“Hey…. This kid.”
Even the usually calm Celestials cast glances towards him, noticing something unusual.
In their eyes, Li Mo’s swordsmanship already vaguely corresponded to certain frequencies in the world.
If he received the power of the Celestial Race, it might surge to a level they would have to take seriously.
No wonder Feng Zhi talked to him for so long earlier.
It turned out she knew about this promising seed from the Li family beforehand…
The Celestials were no longer indifferent to worldly affairs as they used to be.
Like this, they were spreading their names through households, making themselves remembered. They were influenced by Jiang Yu, realizing the importance of power…
What none of the Celestials expected was…
After watching, Feng Zhi said:
“I can’t pass on my power to you. Next time, let another member of the Li family come.”
“Why aren’t you wearing it?”
Lei Ze asked, puzzled.
“…”
Feng Zhi thought she dared to.
Her intention in passing on power to the Li family was to protect them.
“I have my plans,” Feng Zhi shook her head.
Lei Ze, Chunnang, Yanrong, and other Celestials couldn’t say much more.
But this scene made Old Li anxious in the Underground City.
Losing the inheritance wasn’t just losing power.
It also meant losing the strong support of the Celestial Race behind them.
But that didn’t make sense. Was it because Little Li offended someone during his conversation with Feng Zhi?
“Li Mo, Li Mo!” Old Li frantically signaled him.
Sigh…
Li Mo sighed. He himself didn’t mind, but he wasn’t alone; he couldn’t just think about himself.
So he silently took out a hammer from his sleeve.
Whoosh—Crack!
With one blow, ripples formed, thunder roared, and stars trembled.
Suddenly, everything darkened around. The stars in the sky stopped moving along their mysterious trajectories, and strands of indescribable threads seemed to connect them to the hammer.
A magnificent spectacle appeared unexpectedly.
“!!”
The martial artists from the Underground City changed their expressions. This far exceeded their understanding of martial arts.
Without receiving the Celestial Race’s gift,
Just with a hammer, he could invoke the power of heaven and earth?
Even in Ink City, few could do this, and those who could were all quite old.
Even the Celestials leaned back slightly, lost in thought.
Silence lasted for a few seconds…
“Feng Zhi, don’t you want him? I’ll take this kid!”
“Does it matter to you? My thunder is more suitable for him!”
“He’s so strong, he should join me. Moving mountains and filling seas is nothing to him.”
Celestials spoke up, unwilling to give in.
The reason was simple.
This power, even without accepting their inheritance, would surely allow him to rise to become one of them. Although rare, there were precedents.
At this moment, they no longer viewed Li Mo as a mere mortal, but as one of their own.
“Stop arguing!”
Feng Zhi stomped her foot loudly.
A myriad of emotions surged through her heart.
She never expected that the ordinary mortal Li Village Chief, reborn as a warrior in the Underground City, would have such talent. Was he hiding his abilities in the Li Mansion?
If he were born in the City of Heaven!
Ironically, he didn’t show off early or late, but right in front of everyone.
What should they do now? Should they really let Li Mo accept the inheritance from other celestial beings?
