Hearing truth from Mo Gu's mouth

"Whoosh... whoosh..." The sound of dense spiritual energy filled the room. Although it wasn't large enough to cause a commotion, the presence of someone cultivating on the bed was evident. His hair flowed like a river, and his robe fluttered.

Yes, that was Xinli. It had been 15 days of non-stop diligent cultivation. Even though he was bored from not fighting anyone, he had to cultivate to reach the Bone Forging Realm. Today, he felt that he was close to achieving this breakthrough.

With his innate talent heightening the Golden Grade Nether-Heaven Devouring Art, he cultivated faster than others. He was already at the peak of the Qi Gathering 11th realm, ready to advance further.

The surrounding dense spiritual energy slowly began to fade away as his senses merged within his body, and he focused on both dantians at once. Without his innate talent, his focus would have faltered.

He started to circulate his Qi from both dantians to his bones with full concentration, making sure not to mess up. As his Qi began to merge with his bones, he felt intense pain, an unbearable itchiness.

This was the negative effect of having two dantians, simultaneously causing more pain. Thank God for his innate talent, which heightened his focus; otherwise, he would have messed up, potentially causing Qi deviation.

Biting his lips to fight the pain with pain, he endured it like a man. Time passed painfully. After six to seven hours, he finally opened his eyes.

"Ahhh... hoo... ahh... hoo..." He lay flat on the bed out of exhaustion, but a devilish smile of accomplishment spread across his face.

"Ahhh, finally... I am at the Bone Forging Realm... hehehehe... HAHAHAHA... Now, I can slowly stand on my feet in this messed-up world."

"Tsk, these damn impurities."

After realizing the foul odor coming from his body, he went to the bathroom for a quick shower.

"LIFE IS LIKE A SHIT, IF YOU AIN'T KNOW HOW TO FIT.

EVERYONE IS GONNA DIE BY MY HAND, THEN I WILL COUNT TO 8 TO 9.

IF YOU SAY HOW, I WILL GIVE MY D*CK IN YOUR MOUTH..."

He started to sing his lovely song that came to mind out of nowhere as he enjoyed the shower.

"How enjoyable it will be to beat someone," he muttered.

But he did not know his mind was going east to west. After refreshing, he wore his outer disciple robe and stepped out of his room, wanting some fresh air and adventure.

"I have only close to one month of time. How about taking a quest and going out of the sect for a while? Hmm... oka... wow, hello Brother Gu, how are you hehe?" As he was planning what to do, he saw Mo Gu alone. No, no, his punching bag. Mo Gu had also reached the Peak 8th layer of the Qi Gathering Realm. Quite impressive, isn't it?

"What the fuck do you want, bitch?" Mo Gu shouted at him like he was garbage, not worth talking to.

"Hehe," Xinli smiled creepily.

He dashed, using his blink, appearing in front of Mo Gu, startling him. Mo Gu was shocked by Xinli's speed and improvement; his voice failed to come out as he was too shocked. Xinli kicked him straight in the stomach, making him crouch.

"Cough, cough," Mo Gu started to cough, kneeling on the ground in pain. Xinli grabbed his neck and whispered, "I know your clan is related to my downfall when I was young. Now, blurt it out. I know you have searched through my history previously."

He whispered in his ear coldly, implying that if he didn't give him the correct answer, he would feel the wrath of his anger.

The situation began to heat up as Mo Gu started to sweat on his forehead, realizing the situation was not good for him. But his arrogant smile did not falter.

"Hmph... do you think you can do whatever you want within this sect? Aren't you afraid you will get punished? Even if you beat me to death, I won't say a single word... hehe," Mo Gu smugly said, thinking Xinli wouldn't lay a hand on him.

As his hand tightened around Mo Gu's neck, making him suffocate, Xinli said, "Do you think I am afraid of anyone? Do I have anything to lose? Or are you dumber than dumber?" Then he did knee-shot him in the stomach again, making him cough up blood.

"Cough!" Mo Gu landed on the ground, crawling and coughing.

"If you don't blurt out now, I will make your life more miserable than hell. Whenever I see you, I will beat you up until one of your bones cracks," Xinli said, crouching, pulling his hair, and facing his head towards him.

Mo Gu trembled out of fear. Xinli looked around to see if anyone was coming. There was no one. Then he smiled creepily, cracking his knuckles, ready for another beating session.

"Crak, crak."

"How about a second beating process? Looks like words won't work on you." Xinli smiled coldly.

Just as he was about to punch him in the face, Mo Gu spoke tremblingly, "I... I will talk. Can you put your hand down?" His arrogant vibe vanished, replaced by an obedient demeanor. Even though Mo Gu was taller than Xinli, he was still just a 17-year-old boy.

"Hehehe... naughty boy, you should have said that from the beginning." Xinli pinched his cheek like a naughty child and patted his head, smiling as if ready to listen to a story. "Start."

Kneeling on the ground, Mo Gu started to blurt out everything he knew. As the story progressed, Xinli's aura began to flow from his body, and his expression became increasingly menacing as if ready to kill.

Mo Gu bowed his head, afraid Xinli might kill him out of anger. Xinli controlled his composure and said coldly, "Continue."

Mo Gu continued to blurt out whatever he could think of, satisfying Xinli's questions. Then Xinli got up, shaking the dust off his robe, even though there was none, and said, "Okay, you can go. I know what to do now."

He waved his hand, indicating that Mo Gu should leave, but Mo Gu remained kneeling, thinking he and his clan were doomed if they did nothing early.

"Slap!"

"Hey, bitch... I'm giving you time to flee, or I might kill you," Xinli said coldly after slapping Mo Gu's head. He may have been a little psycho, but that didn't mean he broke his promises. Anyway, this small fly was nothing. He would handle the Mo clan later after the Outer Disciple competition ended.

Without thinking, Mo Gu fled. Xinli just watched his retreating back, pondering the situation.

After learning the truth behind the demise of the previous Xinli and his family, he felt an awkward sense of obligation, as if his soul were urging him to burn their entire family to ashes. However, he refrained from making any immediate moves. Acting rashly would only create more problems.

First, he was too weak to take on such a challenge.

Second, he didn't know the full extent of their power. The Mo Clan within Black-Wind Town was just a lineage clan, and there could be unknown forces at play.

Third, there was another enemy lurking in the shadows, wanting to kill him even more desperately than the Mo Clan.

Fourth, he needed to focus on the upcoming competition.

As for other concerns, he would deal with them later; he didn't want to stress himself out to the point of premature baldness.