Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 737 - 355: The Supreme Master, Finally Meeting Chen Shan, The Entire House Hangs White Silk!! _5
Mo Chenghai’s words allowed Su Tu to gain new insights into the Mo Family, sparking further curiosity about them.
Unexpectedly, the unnamed ancestor of the Mo Family had such deep foresight. Setting aside everything else, when it came to arranging matters for future descendants, this ancestor’s vision far surpassed most families that Su Tu knew of.
"You have an extraordinary ancestor in your family," Su Tu said with admiration.
Mo Chenghai chuckled a few times.
"Hahaha, actually, my ancestor said he learned this piece from secretly listening to his teacher."
"Our ancestor openly admitted that he was merely an ordinary person with short-sighted vision, who just happened to meet a good teacher. His entire life was influenced by that teacher, but he never served at the teacher’s side."
"Because of this, he instructed the Mo Family descendants to greatly respect teachers, to avoid repeating his regrets."
Upon hearing this, Su Tu also nodded in agreement. A good teacher, a good mentor, indeed possesses a profound influence on a person.
If he hadn’t met Elder Zhou, hadn’t encountered Teacher Wei Yang, hadn’t met Granny She, he might not have achieved his success today.
"Speaking of it, our ancestor didn’t leave his own name, so we descendants could only call him the unnamed ancestor. However, he did leave the name of his teacher. But to say it’s a name is inaccurate; it’s more like a title or honorific."
"It sounds like something from the Era of the Immortals. I’ve always suspected that the unnamed ancestor’s teacher was an Immortal."
Mo Chenghai made a sharp turn, the speeding hovercar turning the scenery outside into a blur.
"An Immortal!?"
Upon hearing this, Su Tu couldn’t help but become interested, glancing at Mo Chenghai.
"Although I’m indeed curious about the name of that Immortal you mentioned, this should count as a family secret, right?"
"Just telling me like this, is that alright?"
"It’s hardly a secret, at most a curiosity. While the family doesn’t want us to widely promote it, they haven’t forbidden us from sharing it with outsiders," Mo Chenghai replied.
"Alright then, if you don’t mind, I’m a bit curious. What title did your ancestor’s teacher leave that made you think he might be of the Immortals?" Su Tu asked.
After hearing the question, Mo Chenghai smiled faintly and murmured two words: "Supreme!"
"My ancestor’s teacher, honored by the title Supreme!"
Upon hearing this, Su Tu’s eyes couldn’t help but tremble lightly. Such a title indeed carried a significant weight.
Supreme and unmatched, highest without a peak, limitless and unbound!
There are countless mistakenly used names, but hardly a wrongly used honorific. Only someone immensely powerful could be named Supreme.
Yet, this wasn’t what truly shocked Su Tu.
The true astonishment for Su Tu came from the two words, Supreme.
"What a coincidence," Su Tu whispered in his heart.
Because, among his own lengthy honorific, there were also the words Supreme!
That was indeed quite the coincidence.
"The name Supreme is indeed extraordinary," Su Tu thought, though none of his inner turmoil showed on his face.
At this moment, the speed of the hovercar began to decelerate.
Su Tu glanced out the window.
Before his eyes was a vast mansion, its pitch-black gates radiating authority.
An ethereal Chen character hovered above the mansion.
"Teacher, let’s discuss this later when we have time. This is the old residence of the Chen Family."
"This is the real foundation of the Chen Family, also the true site of the Chen family ancestor’s birthday banquet."
Mo Chenghai spoke as he parked the car.
The two got out of the car, Su Tu gazing at the pitch-black gates, feeling a slight tremor in his Heart and Spirit.
This tremor originated from the threads of Wa Huang.
"The Immortal Robe..."
Su Tu knew this tremor was caused by the Immortal Robe. After so long, he finally found that ’little thief’ who stole the Immortal Robe...
At that moment.
The originally closed gates swung open with a bang, and a slightly hunched elder appeared as the gates parted, slowly emerging before the two.
This was an elderly man with a face full of wrinkles piling up, an aura of decay emanating from his body.
He wore white clothes, his eyes uncommonly clear, gazing straight at Su Tu.
And Su Tu’s eyes met his as well.
In the exchange of glances, Su Tu recognized those eyes—this wasn’t the first time he saw these remarkable eyes.
The last time he encountered such strikingly clear eyes, their owner was called... Chen Xian!
Chen Shan’s gaze remained unchanged, but upon close inspection, one could see the flicker of extreme madness and greed deep within those clean eyes!
Rustle!!
Just at that moment, a light breeze swept through. The large doors of the old mansion swung open fully, and rows of pale White Silk fluttered in the wind, shifting behind Chen Shan.
At the birthday feast, the draping White Silk—no matter how one looked at it, it carried a hint of foreboding.
"Greetings to the ancestor of the Chen Family!! Mountain Ancestor, why did you open the door yourself!"
Mo Chenghai spoke then, breaking the somewhat eerie atmosphere.
"Hehehe, it’s the young Mo boy. This old man can’t sit still, sneaked out for a stroll, don’t mention it~"
Chen Shan chuckled, his tone amiable, his expression benevolent, like an ordinary country elder greeting a young villager.
"Ah, you’re still so lively. But who set up this arrangement? On such a joyous day, why hang so many White Silk strips!"
Mo Chenghai also noticed the rows of hanging White Silk.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Chen Shan’s face deepened, the wrinkles on his face bunching up.
"No rush, no rush. After a while, the White Silk will turn red silk, still red, more festive~"
Chen Shan spoke, his gaze subtly sweeping over the silently observing Su Tu.
