"This earthworm powder truly deserves its reputation as a good thing, as it even helped me pass three stages in one go."
Chen Mo smiled slightly, feeling happy about his improvement. He pushed open the door, and the morning sunlight shone on his face.
Today, he is exceptionally energetic.
"Third Young Master, you are finally out. If you don't come out, we will have to go in ourselves…"
The two men, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, who were guarding Chen Mo outside the door, said in a worried tone.
I've just had a good night's sleep... Chen Mo muttered to himself, suddenly as if recalling something, and asked, "How long have I been inside?"
"Three days and three nights"
Zhang Long's words were concise and to the point.
"How long?"
Chen Mo was somewhat surprised. He had fallen asleep in the medicinal barrel and had no awareness of time passing outside. After Zhang Long mentioned it, he felt a little hungry and asked him to prepare breakfast.
He had been staying in the room for three days, but didn't see Liu Wuxin come to find him. Chen Mo was curious and asked, "Zhao Hu, where are Wuxin and them?"
"Over the past two days, quite a few people have come to visit. Master Fu is worried it might be harmful to them, so he's had them stay in the room."
Zhao Hu explained.
"Someone came to visit? Who?"
Chen Mo was slightly taken aback. He had no reputation in the capital, so who would come to visit him? Moreover, from Zhao Hu's tone, it seemed there were more than one person who came to visit. Just as he was pondering, a shout echoed from outside the door.
"Daozhu, Daozhu, can you please come out and see us?"
"Daozhu? Who is the Daozhu?"
Chen Mo heard this and slightly furrowed his brow, then turned to look at Zhao Hu, who was embarrassed and pointed to him, "It's you, Third Young Master."
"Your discourse with Dragon Public on that day has spread throughout the capital. Many practitioners of Daoist and Shamanism consider you as Daozhu, constantly coming to visit you. You don't know how it is, there are at least thousands of people coming here every day, if not for General Pei holding them back, the gate might have been stepped on."
With the prosperity of the martial arts, those who pursue other paths naturally face oppression from martial artists. Their grievances have accumulated over a long time, and they have been unable to break free from this situation. Now, Chen Mo has spoken the words that the Great Dao has three thousand paths and martial arts is not necessarily the strongest, which undoubtedly brings a ray of hope for those in the Daoist path and the path of wizards.
The shouts outside the door are getting louder and louder. Chen Mo looks at Liu Wuxin's room and says helplessly, "If they keep doing this, it will be impossible to live like this anymore."
Chen Mo led Zhao Hu to open the gate of the estate, but he saw a vast expanse of wilderness, dark and dense. The whole four-courtyard complex was completely surrounded.
Pei Nangnan stood in the center of the estate gate, one hand pressing on his sword to intimidate everyone. There were martial arts experts from the Martial Authority guarding around the four-courtyard complex. Otherwise, Chen Mo's four-courtyard might have really been trampled upon by those people.
"Daozhu, it's Daozhu who has come out!"
As the gate opened, the crowd outside the gate cheered happily.
Pei Nangnan turned around, "Chen brother, why did you come out? There's me here; you need not worry."
"It's all right."
Chen Mo waved his hand and said, "If I don't come out, this matter will never end."
The commotion outside the estate gate was growing louder, and pairs of heated eyes were fixed on Chen Mo as if they truly regarded him as the Daozhu.
Chen Mo had a slight headache. He never expected that one of his casual statements would bring him such a big impact.
"Daozhu, Daozhu, I am a refiner from the Ministry of Military Affairs. Can we, the refiners, really go to battle and kill enemies?"
A young man dressed in rough burlap and looking disheveled pushed himself through the crowd, asking loudly.
This statement drew the crowd to silence, waiting expectantly for Chen Mo's response. He had his hands on his back, his gaze lingering on the youth before he nodded slightly.
"Refining and alchemy are your forte as refiners. If you're just making weapons for others, that would be a waste. It's because of this long-standing impression over the millennia that refiners have never had their day in the sun... Imagine, aside from making weapons, can you create other things as well, perhaps a demon beast..."
Chen Mo casually said this, but it was like a bell ringing loudly and clearly for the young man. He had an epiphany. He squatted down and looked at the few stones next to him, picking them up and then focusing his spiritual power. The stones suddenly levitated and formed a small stone beast about the size of a hand.
The stone beast moved slightly and then 'plonk' fell to the ground.
Zhao Hu glanced at the fragile stone beast and helplessly shook his head. Such a thing wouldn't even need his intervention to disperse; what combat power could it have?
However, the young man looked at it in excitement, "Really can? Really can... Alchemy, refinement... Ha ha, I've understood now, I've understood now. Thank you for the guidance of the Daozhu."
After that, the young man laughed and left the crowd.
Chen Mo chuckled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I know there are doubts in your hearts. But I can tell you that one does not have to follow the martial arts path to become the number one in the world. Do not be confined by worldly views. Dare to walk your own path. There are three thousand paths of the Great Dao, and there is no path that cannot be traversed, unless that path is not suitable for you..."
Chen Mo's words caused the vast crowd to instantly boil over. Everyone was excitedly looking at him, as if he were the one pointing the way for them, as if he were the Heavenly Deity specially sent to enlighten them...
"Pff, what a phony Daozhu, just a delusion of the scum"
At this moment, a loud voice suddenly echoed through the crowd.
A noble young man, dressed in rich clothes, slowly walked out of the crowd. On either side of him, there were guards who opened the way, holding long swords and showing an fierce aura.
Chen Mo recognized the man, Zhao Wang, the third son of Zhao Dezhu, the Minister of War. He and Chen Mo were of the same age and had also reached the stage of awakening spirit veins. However, he had awakened a super-class spirit vein that transcends ordinary spirit veins.
For this reason, on the day he awakened his spirit vein, he made a show of it on the awakening platform.
Zhao Wang and Chen Mo's relationship wasn't good, but they had a good relationship with Chen Jin because they shared similar interests...
Once, Zhao Wang had spent all the silver he had on helping a distressed courtesan. At that moment, he was at the most helpless age, and he encountered the person he wanted to save the most - the head courtesan of the Blossom Pavilion.
Just at that moment, Chen Jin appeared. Not only did he give Zhao Wang the silver to support the courtesan, but he also taught him many new tricks. Over time, their relationship grew increasingly close.
"You Chen Mo are what, just a worthless spirit vein, a worthless person who is destined to be a waste of life. If you feel ashamed, you carve out a crooked path to boast about, and there are also these worthless people who will believe the lies."
Zhao Wang snorted coldly and said, his eyes, which were fixed on Chen Mo, brimming with hostility. He couldn't stand that the latter, despite being just a subpar spirit vein, could be revered by thousands; more importantly, he wanted to avenge his good brother, Chen Jin...
