Chapter 67: Taking in a Little Brother!

Before long, Little Medic led Qian Mo to the edge of a canyon, where the entrance to the treasure lay below.

“So it’s exactly as described in the original story, right here. The treasure must be beneath this canyon, and there’s an opening in the middle,” Qian Mo thought, recalling the plot from the original work as she surveyed the surroundings.

Soon, Little Medic turned to Qian Mo and said, “Teacher, the treasure is right here, down below this canyon.” She walked to the edge and looked down.

“Be careful, don’t fall,” Qian Mo cautioned.

“Mm,” Little Medic replied.

“If it’s down there, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” With that, Qian Mo scooped Little Medic into his arms and flew downward.

Suddenly held close, Little Medic’s face flushed crimson. Although Qian Mo was her master… he was a man, after all…

If Qian Mo overheard her thoughts, he would probably retort, “Do you think I’m that kind of person? I only like mature women. You’re just a little girl—I'm not a beast!”

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Below, the two arrived at their destination, standing outside a mountain cave. Qian Mo observed the scene: the cave was surrounded by walls coated in moss, a sizeable waterfall cascaded nearby, and thick, lengthy vines snaked around the area.

“Master, this place is blocked by a wall,” Little Medic pointed ahead.

“That’s nothing,” Qian Mo replied. With a casual movement of his right hand, he pinched the air toward the wall. Instantly, the entire wall shimmered with a white light and faded away.

There was no explosion, no sound of cracking—everything happened in utter silence, as if nothing had occurred at all. Only a white beam carried away the wall.

“Wow, Master, that’s amazing! The wall just vanished!” Little Medic exclaimed, excited.

“Of course! When your master acts, the world bows in submission,” Qian Mo said proudly.

“Yes, yes, Master is the best!” Little Medic agreed immediately.

“Come on, let’s go inside.”

Stepping within, they entered a dark tunnel, heavy with dampness and thick with a chilling gloom.

“Master, it’s so dark and eerie in here—I’m scared,” Little Medic whispered, clutching Qian Mo’s wrist.

Qian Mo carried her and reassured, “Don’t be afraid. With your master here, no demon or ghost would dare harm you.”

Just as in the story, to reach the treasure, they had to pass through this shadowy tunnel.

Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed, “Chirp, chirp, chirp... Humans—two of them! It’s been so many years since anyone came here. Today, I’ll feast well. This one’s soul power is strong—devouring it will bring me great benefits.”

“Ah! Teacher, what’s that sound? It’s terrifying!” Little Medic cried, burying herself in Qian Mo’s arms.

“Hey, ghost, did you hear me? You scared my disciple—come down and apologize!” Qian Mo shouted at the soul floating in the air.

“Hm? You can see me?” the sinister spirit said, surprised.

“I’m not blind, of course I can see you.”

“If you can see me, then offer your soul to me, the King! Ha ha ha!” The specter licked its lips and lunged at Qian Mo.

“Sigh, you’re asking for trouble.”

“Stop!” Qian Mo said coolly to the spirit.

The specter froze mid-flight.

“Hm? What’s happening? Why can’t I move? Is this your doing?” the spirit cried.

“Enough talk. Come here.”

“Suppress!” Qian Mo commanded.

“Ahhh! It hurts so much!” the spirit wailed.

“What are you, anyway?!”

“Feeling good?”

“No! Please, young master, stop!”

“Oh? Will you still act so arrogant in front of me?”

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare… Spare me! I was blind to your strength, please stop!” The spirit clutched its head, rolling on the ground in agony.

Indeed, this ghost turned out to be a peak Nine-Star Battle King.

Wait, the original story didn’t have this ghost—especially not one at the peak of Nine-Star Battle King. To me, it’s like a grain of sand, but to others, it’s a formidable opponent.

If I hadn’t come, Little Medic would have returned here alone eventually—and then… she would have fallen right into this spirit’s hands.

Qian Mo released the torment. As the pain in the spirit’s head faded, it sighed in relief and knelt obediently before Qian Mo.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Qian Mo asked.

“My name is Meng Yu,” it answered.

“And your background?”

“I was a wandering cultivator, but suffered poison at another’s hands, ending up like this…”

“Do you… wish to die?” Qian Mo asked.

“Ah! No, no, I don’t want to die! Please, don’t kill me—I can serve you!” Meng Yu shook its head vigorously.

“Do you really think I need your service?” Qian Mo replied indifferently.

“Uh…” Meng Yu was speechless.

He had seen Qian Mo suppress him with a mere gesture—clearly, his cultivation was far superior, and he had no need for Meng Yu.

“No… you don’t…” Meng Yu answered cautiously.

“Who says I don’t? From now on, you’ll serve me.”

Qian Mo spoke decisively.

“From this moment on, your task is to protect my disciple. If I’m not around, you must ensure her safety. Understand?”

Qian Mo raised his hand, and a beam of light entered Meng Yu’s body, clearing away negative influences. Then he tossed a flame seed into Meng Yu’s sea of consciousness.

This flame seed served as a surveillance device—should Meng Yu harbor any ill intentions, his soul would be annihilated instantly.

Qian Mo produced a pill: the Vitality Pill.

“This pill is called the Vitality Pill. Once refined, your cultivation will rise to Battle Sect. You’re too weak as a Battle King—if you meet a true expert, you’ll collapse.”

Qian Mo handed it to Meng Yu.

Meng Yu took the Vitality Pill with trembling hands, his eyes shining golden with excitement.

His voice shook with gratitude: “Thank you, master, for your grace! I swear to protect the young mistress, even at the cost of my life!”

“Well done. If you do your job, I’ll help you regain a new body and resurrect, and you might even advance to Battle Sovereign or higher,” Qian Mo promised enticingly.

“But… if you harbor any doubts, you’ll taste the agony of soul-devouring pain.”

He paused, his tone light yet tinged with menace.

Meng Yu, initially thrilled by Qian Mo’s words, shivered as he heard the warning, his whole body trembling.

Qian Mo’s calm voice felt to him like the pronouncement of a dreadful demon—these were the most terrifying ones, not to be trifled with, or one’s life would be forfeit.

Still, it was no loss—he’d expected to die, yet here he was not only spared, but gifted a path to Battle Sect. From Battle King to Battle Sect—he could finally avenge his enemies.

“Master has shown me kindness. I swear on my soul never to betray you, and to follow you for life. If I violate this oath, may heaven and earth destroy me!”

Meng Yu declared respectfully.

Boom!

As Meng Yu finished swearing, a mighty thunderclap rolled through the sky.