"I wonder which esteemed person has graced us with their presence. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly."
From afar, a voice drifted over, each word clear and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate. It made one's heart tingle and itch, and every pore on one's body open up, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.
Su Mu walked slowly, a fragrant breeze wafting around her. This fragrance was not the smell of cosmetics, but rather a delicate scent like that of a hundred flowers, which first refreshed the mind and then made one feel as if they were floating on air.
This woman, of unparalleled beauty, moved with graceful steps, wearing a light green gauze dress and a white shawl, with several maids following behind her, like a fairy from a painting descending gracefully to the mortal world.
Although this is a brothel, and the "clean official" is not a noble person, the more beautiful the "clean official" is, the more likely they are to be harassed. However, the appearance of Su Mu in front of him makes people not feel any sense of desecration.
Standing behind Lin Yi, Jun Mozhu was completely stunned when Su Mu approached, utterly captivated by her radiant beauty and aura.
Su Mu smiled sweetly, her light green gauze dress fluttering slightly in the wind, like a fairy about to fly away, making one want to rush forward and grab her.
"It is fate that we met, so let's save him from this sea of suffering." As Lin Yi thought this, Jun Mozhu saw the peerless beauty in front of her, the most talented woman in the capital, suddenly covered with maggots, swarming with mosquitoes and flies, her flesh rotting, gradually revealing her bones.
As the rouge turned to dust and the flesh rotted, Su Mu immediately became indifferent in his eyes. Although she was still stunningly beautiful, she had lost that captivating charm.
"Awake?" Lin Yi asked with a smile.
Jun Mozhu bowed and said, "The world is a dream, full of illusions. If you have any free time in the future, please come to the Jun family in Puzhou. I will certainly welcome you with open arms."
Having said that, he didn't waste any more time and turned to leave Sanhua Tower.
Lin Yi watched Jun Mozhu walk away and sighed softly.
When will he be able to see through the illusion before him and find his own truth?
Su Mu carefully observed the young man in front of him. Martial Saints aren't like cabbages; they can't just appear out of thin air.
As the saying goes, the poor are scholars, the rich are warriors.
Practicing martial arts requires not only a lot of money, but also martial arts manuals, guidance from a master, and so on.
Lin Yi snapped out of his reverie and said, “My name is Lin Yi, and I come from overseas. I have long heard that Miss Su Mu is the most talented woman in the capital, and she loves to discuss metaphysics. I heard that at one of her gatherings, she discussed metaphysical principles and left the elders of the Zhengyi sect speechless. I wonder if I have the chance to have the opportunity to hear her speak?”
Su Mu smiled and said, "Young Master Lin, please."
After wandering around for a while, a spacious flower hall came into view, just like the main courtyard of a wealthy family, with bright buildings and a spacious courtyard.
Upon reaching the upper floor, the two took their seats as host and guest, their jade pendants jingling. A maidservant served tea and then immediately withdrew.
Inside the attic, Su Mu flattered and smiled obsequiously.
Lin Yi, not wanting to keep them in suspense, smiled knowingly and asked, "Why would the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Dao hide in a brothel?"
Su Mu's smile faded, and he stood up, calmly saying, "Young Master Lin has traveled thousands of miles from overseas to Yujing City just to say this."
Her voice flowed like water, without a trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or emotional fluctuation.
Lin Yi said, "I have heard that the Supreme Dao has two scriptures, Yu and Zhou, which expound the Dao of time and space. They are among the best secret manuals for cultivating the soul in the world. I would like to borrow them to take a look."
Su Mu's gaze sharpened, and her aura surged forth like a volcano about to erupt. Facing a Martial Saint who was coveting the Daoist arts of the Supreme Path, she dared not be careless in the slightest.
Lin Yi seemed oblivious to everything and said calmly, "Miss Su's martial arts have reached the Grandmaster level of 'Refining Marrow to Frost,' but unfortunately, she is still several steps away from the level of 'Blood Transformation and Hair Refining,' and 'Refining Blood to Mercury.' As for the cultivation of Daoist arts and spiritual power, I wonder if she has achieved the status of a Ghost Immortal?"
"Young Master Lin will know once he tries it," Su Mu said.
Lin Yi's eyes flashed with a mix of reality and illusion, unpredictable and ever-changing. He said softly, "Once I make a move, even I can't control myself. Miss Su is an unparalleled beauty. It would be a great pity if she were to perish here."
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Chapter 175 Battle of Wits
There's a saying, "great things take time to develop," and to achieve this, you need a lot of initial accumulation.
Whether it was the "Past Amitabha Sutra" of Dachan Temple or the "Universe and Time Sutras" of Taishangdao, Lin Yi considered them both as resources for his advancement.
Having traversed countless realms, witnessed diverse landscapes, and comprehended the boundless Dao, one day, the mysteries of the multiverse will be fully revealed before our eyes.
Su Mu didn't say much. To become a Martial Saint, one's will must have been tempered through countless trials, and words could not shake it.
The sword is at the end of the words.
With a wave of her hand, a crack suddenly appeared in the void in front of her, and a long sword flew out from the crack.
This longsword is square in shape, with an ancient-looking hilt. The blade is covered with star patterns, and upon closer inspection, it appears as if countless black holes are flowing through it.
A dark and deep void rift flashed by in an instant, and Su Mu had already disappeared from the Scattering Flower Pavilion.
The Supreme Way, imbued with the Supreme Heart of Indifference, regards victory and defeat, honor and disgrace, as fleeting clouds, utterly insignificant.
Lin Yi chuckled and said, "Trying to escape? It's not that easy."
Before he finished speaking, he too vanished.
Su Mu's response to a martial saint was undeniably correct.
Let alone a Martial Saint, even a Human Immortal cannot fly with their physical body and needs to rely on external objects. The most famous of these are the "Imperial Heaven Beginning Dragon Armor" made by the ancient Holy Emperor "Pan" after capturing the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, the Beginning Dragon, and the "Heavenly Light Horned God Armor" passed down by the God of War "Shang".
Of course, if one can cultivate to the level of a peak immortal, one will understand all the secrets of the universe, and the intent of one's fist can transcend infinite space. Even if the opponent can fly or escape into the earth, they will still be unable to escape death.
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Su Mu appeared on an unnamed hill outside Yujing City. Although she had not yet become a Ghost Immortal, her Taoist arts were infinitely varied, and her methods far surpassed those of martial artists who focused solely on honing their physical bodies.
"Just who is that person?" Su Mu wondered to herself. Although she had been forced to flee like a stray dog, she didn't feel much resentment or anger.
If you're not as skilled as someone else, you have to accept it. Get revenge when you have the chance; holding onto resentment will only hurt yourself.