My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again - Chapter 44:

Chapter 44: Ancient Mohism

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the Divine Weapon Pavilion, within the Artifact Hall.

“Just ordinary friends, huh?” Ji Lingchen glanced skeptically towards Cheng Lingzhu, who was conversing with a disciple of the Hall of Artifacts not far away, then rolled his eyes at Lu Xuan.

Ordinary friends of the opposite sex, walking hand in hand, fingers intertwined, sharing food so intimately?

Lu Xuan’s face showed a hint of embarrassment as he pondered for a moment before speaking, “To be honest, those who understand, understand; those who don’t, well, explaining won’t help…”

Ji Lingchen retorted, “Get lost.”

“Alright, here’s the situation…” Lu Xuan briefly explained the circumstances, keeping it concise.

Ji Lingchen’s expression shifted from confusion to shock as he listened.

“So, I need your help. Lingzhu’s Phoenix Blood Sword was damaged during the heavenly tribulation, and its spirit has fallen silent. Could you speak to Wan Zhucang on my behalf? Ask him to reforge it for me.”

Lu Xuan said.

Wan Zhucang, the current master of the Armament Pavilion, was renowned for his weapon forging skills, ranking among the top three in the Archean Eon Realm. The Phoenix Blood Sword, being of high caliber, would easily be restored under his craftsmanship.

Lu Xuan thought for a moment, then rummaged through his storage treasure, finallv Dulling out a ring: “Use half of the divine metal and immortal gold inside. The rest is my payment to you.”

Ji Lingchen caught the ring tossed to him, giving it a couple of flips in the air, “Alright, I’ll go see him later.”

Lu Xuan was not well-acquainted with Wan Zhucang, but Ji Lingchen was. Requesting his assistance in forging a mystical weapon would not be a problem.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Ji Lingchen suddenly remembered, “I’ve covered up the incident in the Secret Mystical Realm for you. I told those guys that we met before entering the realm that I had given you a secret treasure… If anyone brings it up, don’t give us away.”

Lu Xuan nodded, indicating his understanding.

Ji Lingchen’s explanation, though hardly scrutinizable, was convincing enough, given his esteemed seniority. The idea that Lu Xuan, coming from the Ghost Mage Sect, and Ji Lingchen, arriving later from Sky Sword Mountain, could have met seemed improbable. Yet, Ji Lingchen’s word carried significant weight.

Could a cultivator at the Crossing Calamity Stage possibly deceive you? Even those harboring doubts had no choice but to believe his words.

As the two casually conversed, Ji Lingchen suddenly broached a topic, “Do you remember that city we visited before… Moshou City?”

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment before nodding, “I remember.”

His memory of that event was still vivid.

Moshou City, a legend widely known in the Archean Eon Realm, spoke of a tumultuous era at the dawn of ancient times when hundreds of paths vied for dominance. Only two individuals reached the zenith of their respective paths:

the Sage of the Ancient Confucian Path and the Sage of the Ancient Mohism Path.

In the end, the Confucian Sage ousted the Mohism Sage from the final showdown, leading to the disappearance of the Ancient Mohism Path.

Some say that after his defeat, the Mohism Sage, along with his followers, fled the Archean Eon Realm, taking refuge in the stars. This was a more euphemistic interpretation, suggesting a retreat in disgrace.

Another belief was that the Mohism Sage did not flee but, with his mighty divine powers, created a world of his own, establishing Moshou City.

The MO Clan were the inheritors of the grand path of chivalry.

Legend had it that anyone who could enter Moshou City would inherit the orthodox lineage of the Mohism Path, becoming the new successor.

Initially, both Lu Xuan and Ji Lingchen were skeptical of this tale. However, during their adventures and acts of chivalry, they stumbled upon a unique token.

This ancient token, engraved with special characters and Dao patterns, piqued their curiosity. After much effort, Lu Xuan deciphered its connection to the ancient Mohism Sect.

Ji Lingchen, eager to witness the ancient path of chivalry, and Lu Xuan, a historian deeply intrigued by the Mohism Sect, agreed to explore this together.

Following the clues deciphered from the token, they located the general vicinity of Moshou City but found the token pointing them towards the “Land of Chaos.’

The Land of Chaos was a haven for the wicked and a hell for the righteous in the Archean Eon Realm. Notably, it lacked any good-hearted individuals.

Without native inhabitants, this land became a refuge for exiled villains and wanted demons, seeking protection from local tyrants while simultaneously engaging in treacherous and murderous acts against each other.

Although the righteous sects vehemently denounced this land of sin, no one took action against it. The reasons were threefold: Firstly, the Land of Chaos was protected by several top demonic forces, forbidding outside interference and preventing a great war between the righteous and demonic paths. Secondly, it served as a large prison, confining evildoers and letting them consume each other in their internal strife. Thirdly, a powerful being had divined that the Land of Chaos was a crucial energy node for the Archean Eon Realm, where all negative emotions converged, forming the very reason for the land’s sinister nature.

Destroying the Land of Chaos or altering its fengshui would only lead to the emergence of a new haven of chaos elsewhere.

Thus, the Land of Chaos continued to exist, and the city of chivalry, Moshou City, was rumored to be located in this most corrupt land of the Archean eon

Realm.

Lu Xuan and Ji Lingchen searched but could not locate Moshou City, concluding that the city had not yet emerged.

But now…

Ji Lingchen produced the token, which glowed faintly as if activated. Handing it to Lu Xuan, he said, “Aren’t you going to take a look?”

“I have already found my path of chivalry,” Ji Lingchen replied.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, examining the token in his hand. It was about the size of an adult man’s palm, with a dark greenish-black hue and sharp edges. It felt smooth and warm, akin to jade.

“With my current cultivation level, I can’t even scratch it,” Ji Lingchen remarked calmly, almost indifferently.

This token, linked to the Ancient Mohism Path, held significant historical importance. Despite the sparse records about the Mohism Sect in the annals of the Archean Eon Realm, the Mohism Sect’s founder, who had fiercely contended against the Ancient Confucian Sect and secured second place in an era of a hundred competing philosophies, was undoubtedly a saintly figure.

Ji Lingchen knew well that, despite being a powerful being who had completed the Crossing Calamity Stage, the realms of immortals and cultivators were distinctly different. Even a mortal ascended to the Red Dust Immortal Stage would undergo a fundamental transformation, making them vastly different from your run-of-the-mill cultivator..