RAAS Chapter 85: The World Of Qin Mo (4)

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When Qin Mo mentioned “adapting,” Shi Qing thought it meant sightseeing, learning about local customs, taking a stroll through the legendary and bustling Linlang Town in Lingyun Continent, spending some money on shopping, and most importantly—eating delicious food to replenish his energy and relax before the upcoming battle against the scum.

Unfortunately, the thought processes of a silly and naïve person and a lunatic have never been on the same wavelength.

When a certain silly and naïve person was brought to a dark and eerie forest, where the northern wind howled, carrying the chilling echoes of agonized screams, he finally realized just how hopelessly innocent and clueless he had been!

Even if a lunatic is gradually recovering, don’t expect him to suddenly transform into a noble and righteous gentleman, okay?!

Qin Mo held the little panda in the palm of his hand, casually picking up a wooden stick with the other. Standing calmly on the ground, he appeared completely at ease.

The next moment, a deafening rumble erupted as the ground shook violently. Rapidly approaching footsteps kicked up a cloud of dust, and countless dark green trees were violently struck and shattered. Their trunks were sliced apart, oozing thick yellow sap that corroded the surrounding brown soil, turning it black.

Yet, the massive, stampeding beasts charging forward showed no signs of slowing down. They trampled over the corrosive sap as if it were solid ground, completely unscathed.

Pushing through the trees, a pair of murky yellow eyes emerged. It was a towering beast over three meters tall, resembling an elephant but without a trunk. Its entire body was covered in steel-like gray-black fur, standing on end like spikes. Many small, innocent creatures were impaled on its body, their blood and rotting flesh mixing together, exuding a nauseating stench of decay.

At this moment, it saw Qin Mo standing on the ground. Its yellow eyes revealed a greedy gleam, and sticky saliva dripped from its mouth, which was filled with sharp teeth.

What could be a more delicious meal than a cultivator delivering themselves right to its doorstep?

The Rank Nine Demon Beast—Thorned Elephant was excited.

Meanwhile, Shi Qing, who had turned into a red panda, was startled at the sight of this gigantic creature. His tiny limbs slipped with a plop right into his host’s palm.

This thing was just too disgusting!

His mind was in a panic, and before he could react, the Thorned Elephant let out a deafening roar, opening its bloody maw and charging forward in a frenzy.

Shi Qing squeezed his eyes shut, desperately chanting in his mind: I’m a real man, a real man, the realest man there is. Yet, at the same time, he could hardly hold back the urge to scream.

Then, a fierce gust of wind swept past. He didn't even know what Qin Mo had done. When he opened his eyes again, the dense forest ahead was now empty.

A moment later, behind him, a sound like a mountain collapsing rang out.

The entire ground trembled. Shi Qing’s round little head slowly turned, as if watching a slow-motion replay from a movie.

What he saw… was the Thorned Elephant, which had just moments ago been an imposing and ferocious beast, now sliced cleanly in half.

Then he looked at his host—Qin Mo—who stood there, dressed in an ink-black robe as if he were a painting come to life, his exquisite features calm and unperturbed. The only hint of the previous battle was the ordinary tree branch in his left hand, from which fresh blood still dripped.

Shi Qing’s expression froze in shock.

So… his host had just casually picked up a completely ordinary branch and effortlessly sliced through that supposedly hard-as-iron Rank Nine Demon Beast?

What the hell?!

Seeing the little red panda staring blankly, Qin Mo reached out and stroked him gently, speaking in a soft voice, "Scared?"

Shi Qing didn’t move.

Qin Mo frowned slightly and stroked his soft fur again, murmuring, “Don’t be afraid, it’s fine…”

Before he could finish speaking, the panda, who had been stiff like a doll just a second ago, suddenly jumped up with a howl, his wet eyes instantly lighting up with excitement. He gazed at Qin Mo in pure admiration and awe.

"You're… you're amazing!"

Qin Mo: “…”

"Qin Mo, Qin Mo, you’re incredible! So cool! So damn cool!" The soft little voice was overflowing with unrestrained admiration.

Qin Mo was momentarily stunned, his dark eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion. Then, in a low voice, he said, “Turn back into your human form.”

Shi Qing: “?”

But he obediently jumped down from the palm and transformed back into his human form.

Before he could even steady himself on the ground, he was suddenly pulled into an embrace, his body pressed close. Before he could react, his chin was lifted, and then—

A heated, passionate kiss landed heavily on his lips.

“Mm—” He barely had time to make a sound before his jaw was pried open, his tongue entangled, his mouth thoroughly invaded. His body, which had long grown accustomed to this, was instantly set ablaze.

Just as things were about to escalate, Qin Mo managed to restrain himself, realizing this wasn’t the right place. He only let go when Shi Qing’s lips had turned rosy and swollen.

Shi Qing was left dazed.

Qin Mo pressed a soft kiss to his pale nose and whispered, “Alright, now it’s your turn.”

In the next second, Shi Qing experienced what it meant to fall from heaven to hell.

A gentle lover transforming into a strict teacher in one second? Couldn’t be any more tragic!

Since his courage was apparently big enough (debatable), Qin Mo didn’t let him start small. Instead, he threw him straight into a fight against a Rank Five Beast. Though it was far weaker than the Rank Nine Thorned Elephant, Shi Qing was still a total newbie, so he was completely overwhelmed at first.

Although he managed to kill the beast in the end, his stance, technique, and movements compared to Qin Mo… Well, let’s just say—poor Rank Five Beast. Even in death, it suffered far more torture than it deserved. Just look at the Thorned Elephant, dying so quickly and cleanly…

However, after some practice, Shi Qing—who was technically a Nascent Soul Ninth Stage cultivator—finally started getting the hang of it. Once he mastered a few practical techniques, he became pretty formidable.

With a holy-grade sword in hand, he landed a clean strike and instantly killed a Rank Six Beast.

At the end, he even raised his head proudly and arched a brow—looking almost impressive.

As long as he didn’t smile.

The moment he grinned, though, his goofy nature was completely exposed.

Time was tight. They trained in the forest for three whole days without any rest. After slaying countless beasts, Shi Qing finally graduated, at least to the point where he could protect himself.

With his current combat skills, as long as he was careful, even Lu Jiuyuan wouldn’t be able to take him down easily.

As long as he wasn’t instantly killed, he would have a chance to escape. With his Thousand Mile Divine Escape, only a handful of people could keep up with him.

Shi Qing understood Qin Mo’s intentions, so he didn’t dare slack off. To be honest, he was still scared—these beasts weren’t pushovers. A single mistake could mean death. Even though Qin Mo was there to protect him, he still felt on edge.

After all, he was just an ordinary person who once couldn’t even kill a chicken. Now he was suddenly thrown into fights against high-level monsters. Shi Qing’s poor heart was still trembling.

But he knew time wouldn’t wait for him. If he didn’t seize this opportunity to improve, he would only become a burden to Qin Mo later on.

He didn’t expect to be able to help Qin Mo much in such a short time, but he just hoped that by trying his best, he wouldn’t become a burden to his host.

So, even if he was scared, he had to endure it. Even if he was exhausted, he had to carry on. Even if he wasn’t skilled, he had to do everything he could to learn!

He would stake the dignity of the pandas—he had to succeed!

Panda Da Mengmeng: Why am I getting dragged into this for no reason...

They remained there, waiting for Lu Jiuyuan to take the bait.

Because of their blood connection, Lu Jiuyuan could accurately determine Qin Mo’s location. But at the same time, Qin Mo could also precisely sense Lu Jiuyuan’s position.

So, from the very first night, he knew that Lu Jiuyuan was already on his way.

Until the third evening, when the sun was setting behind the treetops.

A powerful oppressive force surged forth, overwhelming the surroundings.

Qin Mo placed the little panda in his arms, turned slightly, and saw the man standing on a dark cyan greatsword.

Lu Jiuyuan was Qin Mo’s biological father, yet the two of them didn’t bear even the slightest resemblance. His features were sharp and rigid, his nose high and prominent, his upper lip slightly thick. When he wasn’t speaking, the corners of his mouth naturally drooped, adding a fierce edge to his expression.

As the saying goes, a man’s face reflects his heart, and he was, at his core, a ruthless and lawless tyrant.

Seeing Qin Mo, a flicker of intrigue flashed through Lu Jiuyuan’s blood-red eyes. With his current level of cultivation, probing into the depths of Qin Mo’s abilities was effortless. Though he had held back, considering Qin Mo’s own capabilities, he was still surprised at the speed of his recovery.

A rough estimation showed that Qin Mo had already reached the Nascent Soul stage—far beyond expectations.

But he didn’t care. So what if he was in the Nascent Soul stage? If he wanted to kill him, it would still be as easy as crushing an ant.

In fact, Qin Mo’s incredible recovery rate only made him more excited. If he had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, then with just a little push, raising him to the Integration stage would be within reach. At that point, he could enjoy him.

The thought thrilled Lu Jiuyuan. “Good son, stop running around. Your father doesn’t have that much time to play with you.”

Qin Mo looked at him, his exquisite face showing no extra expression. His pitch-black eyes were calm—no hatred, no anger, and even more so, no resentment.

His voice was pleasant, as tranquil as a breeze rippling over the surface of a lake: “You’ve broken through to the eighth level of the Heavenly Demon Art.”

The sudden statement made Lu Jiuyuan pause. He found Qin Mo’s unnerving composure discomforting, as if something was slowly slipping from his grasp. His years of experience made him instinctively wary.

But he quickly dismissed the thought. In just a few days, no matter how talented Qin Mo was, what kind of breakthrough could he possibly achieve?

Even at his peak, Qin Mo had never been able to match him. In this weakened state, what could he possibly do?

With that in mind, Lu Jiuyuan relaxed, replying, “Yes.”

Then, he smiled, feigning kindness. “I haven’t mistreated you. The Heavenly Demon Art is a rare technique in this world. I spent a thousand years searching for it, dedicating myself to its cultivation, and passed it down to you with all my effort. I trust you’ve experienced its wonders firsthand.”

His words sounded noble, as if bestowing his secret technique on his son was an act of fatherly love.

But once his filthy intentions were exposed, they were enough to make one’s skin crawl.

The Heavenly Demon Art had a total of nine levels:

1. Sever Emotion
2. Forget One's Righteousness
3. Kill One's Friends
4. Betray One's Sect
5. Torture
6. Massacre
7. Kill One's Father
8. Annihilate the Heart
9. Destroy the World

Lu Jiuyuan passed this technique down to Qin Mo with a clear purpose—he was certain that Qin Mo would never be able to break through the seventh level.

Qin Mo lacked the ability to kill his own father, meaning he would be forever stuck at the sixth level. Meanwhile, Lu Jiuyuan had already reached the eighth. As a result, he would always be able to suppress Qin Mo.

It was a deadlock, a twisted trap designed to keep Qin Mo permanently caged.

Lu Jiuyuan knew that as long as he was alive, Qin Mo would never surpass him.

The Heavenly Demon Art was brutally demanding, but in return, it granted immense power, enough to look down upon all others. Though the sixth and eighth levels were only two steps apart, in reality, the gap between them was like heaven and earth.

Each level of the Heavenly Demon Art increased the user’s power tenfold compared to the previous one. The difference of even a single level was unfathomable, let alone two.

Lu Jiuyuan was completely at ease. No matter how talented and exceptional Qin Mo was, he could never surpass him.

He understood Qin Mo’s intentions, but he would never let him succeed.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, Lu Jiuyuan looked at Qin Mo and chuckled playfully. “What? Do you want to kill me?”

“No.”

Lu Jiuyuan raised an eyebrow.

Qin Mo looked at him, and suddenly, a faint smile curved his lips. His thin lips parted as he spoke, his words slow and deliberate:

“I will definitely kill you.”

In the next moment, a terrifying force erupted like a sky-splitting sword, carrying the power to annihilate everything in its path.

Lu Jiuyuan’s expression changed drastically. He reacted instantly, his cyan greatsword clashing against the attack. A colossal black phantom sword collided fiercely with the divine azure blade Qinglin, creating an explosion of spiritual energy that sent shockwaves surging outward.

Though he managed to block the strike, everything within a dozen meters around him had been obliterated—leaving behind only a massive, desolate crater.

Lu Jiuyuan suddenly raised his head, looking at the man standing in the sky. His crimson eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You... you—"

Qin Mo answered for him. "The seventh stage of the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, ‘Suppressing the Heavens.’ You’re quite familiar with it, aren’t you?"

"No! Impossible! I’m still alive—you can’t possibly have broken through the seventh stage!"

"Yes, you are still alive." Qin Mo’s dark eyes turned ice-cold as he looked down from above, his tone filled with mockery. "And yet, you’re still disgustingly alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an even stronger and more terrifying pressure erupted, hundreds of times greater than before. Everything around Qin Mo began to spin rapidly—wind, rain, thunder, and darkness shrouded the sky. As if a heavenly calamity had descended, an enormous lightning bolt, carrying the power to shake the world, struck down directly upon Lu Jiuyuan, who lay deep within the crater.

Lu Jiuyuan’s pupils contracted sharply—he couldn't move, his body was completely frozen.

He was utterly suppressed—completely and thoroughly. This was a power more than ten times stronger than his own, an overwhelming force that rendered him unable to evade, unable to counter, even unable to think. This was an incomprehensible, heaven-defying technique—

The ninth stage of the Heavenly Demon Tribulation. A power strong enough to overturn the world—

Destruction.

Even as he lost consciousness, Lu Jiuyuan still couldn’t comprehend—why did Qin Mo possess such immense power? Why did he break through the seventh stage while his own father was still alive? Why… why had the world not yet been destroyed, yet Qin Mo had already mastered "Destruction"?!

The once-dominant demon cultivator of the Lingyun Continent, Lu Jiuyuan, had fallen.

Hidden in the shadows, silently observing, Mo Yan was completely frozen in place.

He had fought against Lu Jiuyuan for thousands of years and knew his power inside out. Across the entire Lingyun Continent, there was no second person who could truly rival Lu Jiuyuan. Even Mo Yan himself, in terms of sheer strength, was still slightly inferior.

Yet now, Lu Jiuyuan had been utterly defeated—by a mere youth not even a thousand years old.

The shock in Mo Yan’s heart was beyond words.

He couldn’t help but turn his gaze toward that overwhelmingly powerful man.

Tall and slender, with an exquisitely handsome face, long black hair flowing like ink-feathered wings, standing calmly amidst the devastation—he seemed like a god descending to the mortal realm. So powerful, yet so breathtakingly beautiful, enough to stir the hearts of all who beheld him.

Mo Yan stared blankly, only realizing after a long moment that the icy object in his hand was trembling slightly.

Lowering his gaze, he looked at the Soul-Locking Mirror in his palm.

A divine artifact of the heavens, a sacred relic fallen into the mortal world.

The Soul-Locking Mirror.

No one knew the mirror’s true power.

For thousands upon thousands of years, the mirror’s surface had circulated among the world, rumored to possess the ability to bewilder the mind. Yet no one knew that only when the mirror’s surface was reunited with its handle would the true Soul-Locking Mirror be complete.

Locking the soul—enslaving it to its master.

Mo Yan had spent millennia searching tirelessly, exhausting countless resources to finally retrieve the handle, and then the mirror’s surface.

Now, at last, the true Soul-Locking Mirror had returned to the world.

His fingers trembled as he gripped the mirror’s handle. Mo Yan couldn’t even discern his own emotions—was it fear? Or was it excitement?

Fear of that man’s terrifying power, yet at the same time, like a moth to a flame, an insatiable craving for that immense strength.

If… if he could claim it as his own—

If… if that power could belong to him—

This was his chance.

He had the Soul-Locking Mirror.

If he could capture Qin Mo’s soul, he would seize this world-destroying power for himself!

Fear was gradually swallowed by overwhelming greed.

This was his only opportunity in a lifetime.

He could not miss it.

Mo Yan’s previously dazed eyes sharpened with clarity. The Soul-Locking Mirror worked silently—once aimed at the target’s chest, with the incantation uttered, it would take effect instantly.

He couldn’t hesitate any longer. If he let this chance slip by, there would never be another.

Steadying his aim, he recited the incantation, and as the final syllable left his lips, an invisible thread shot straight toward Qin Mo’s chest.

—

Shi Qing hadn’t expected Lu Jiuyuan to fall so quickly… and at the same time, he was stunned by just how powerful Qin Mo had become.

Seeing Lu Jiuyuan collapse to the ground, Shi Qing felt a mixture of emotions. He tilted his head slightly, wanting to get a closer look at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo remained silent, his expression unreadable, but Shi Qing could tell—his master was not as calm as he appeared.

Shi Qing sighed. Just as he was about to transform into his human form, he sensed an anomaly—a foreign force speeding straight toward him.

There was no time to think. Shi Qing reacted swiftly, intercepting the attack.

Though the strike was as fast as lightning, with his current abilities, blocking it was effortless.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief—then suddenly froze.

He felt it—

His very soul was being firmly locked by an invisible giant hand.

—

Author’s Note:

There’s always some fool trying to challenge our host’s unhinged insanity.

@Shi Qing, your master is about to lose it again!

@Lu Jiuyuan, you haven’t received your death flag yet—hold on!

@Mo Yan, the next chapter is your time to shine—make it count!

@Qin Mo … huh? The host doesn’t have a Weibo account…?

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