"Hey, there’s no road ahead."

Elder Luo reminded loudly and grumpily, thinking that his damned sharp tongue and soft heart should let him fall off a cliff. Though it wouldn’t kill him, it would still scare him.

The injuries on himself somewhat have a little bit to do with this guy.

While the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect seemed possessed, always bowing his head without looking at the road.

After being reminded, he finally came to his senses and ran all the way to Han Yu.

At this moment, Mo Xiuwen firmly punched Han Yu’s chest and said grumpily, "Next time, don’t play such heart-dropping games. Scared me to death, I almost slaughtered the Bitter Lotus Sect for you, even if I did, this sin would be yours."

Han Yu naturally forced a bitter smile, everyone thought he was playing heart-dropping games, but it was Ping who was doing it!

This guy silently pulled such a move, making him feel urgent like never before.

"Han Boy, how can I attract Tribulation Thunder to strike me?"

The Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect found a chance to interrupt and urgently asked.

Han Yu was still chatting and laughing with Mo Xiuwen, but upon hearing this, his face froze, extremely odd.

Actively attracting Tribulation Thunder to strike, such a bizarre request he really heard for the first time.

"He wants to learn from your breakthrough."

The Artifact Spirit immediately understood the other party’s meaning and laughed heartily in the Sea of Consciousness.

"What’s it got to do with Tribulation Thunder?"

Han Yu asked curiously.

"How can it have nothing to do with it, weren’t you rolling on the ground yesterday after being struck?"

The Artifact Spirit chuckled.

Considering Han Yu’s situation, Ping strengthened Han Yu’s body, thus attracting Tribulation Thunder, indicating a significant relation to Han Yu’s breakthrough this time.

The Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect’s eyes were bright, hoping to gain some enlightenment from here.

"Tell him there’s no way, this thing probably only Ping knows, your experience was muddled."

The Artifact Spirit shook its head, there’s a way to attract Tribulation Thunder, but neither Han Yu nor the Great Elder knows.

Upon hearing this, Han Yu indeed shook his head towards the other party; he himself couldn’t figure it out, what could be made clear by asking him.

"I also came across it by chance, and my situation is different."

He had Ping’s help, others didn’t.

The Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect sighed, seemingly understanding that Han Yu’s path of cultivation was different from others.

But the principles surely have some commonalities, as long as he figured it out...

He then fell into a dazed state again.

"Oh, yeah! You should come with me to the Mo Family."

Mo Xiuwen suddenly said.

"Why the sudden trip to your place?"

Han Yu’s strength had just improved; he was thinking of crowing and giving Pills around to see if he could have a beautiful encounter with Split-Soul, creating a long-lasting memory for him.

"Tsk, don’t you want the Fire Spirit?"

Mo Xiuwen clicked his tongue, gave him a big eye roll, followed by a good dose of complaints.

If it weren’t for Han Yu creating this mess causing him to rush here, the Fire Spirit matter would have already been resolved.

"The Fire Spirit problem is solved?"

Han Yu was delighted; it was an unexpected joy to have news after more than half a month.

Especially with the physical enhancement, the Divine Techniques also strengthened, joy upon joy.

"Most problems are resolved, but you should be mentally prepared."

While saying this, Mo Xiuwen’s expression was indescribably odd.

Han Yu felt a jolt, was there another change?

"It’s not a big problem, just be prepared for us going bankrupt."

Mo Xiuwen grinned, going bankrupt yet smiling so happily, causing a bunch of people to grumble silently; truly, birds of a feather flock together, another prodigal son.

Only Ling Wuce was baffled. Previously, Gao Feng decided that the Spirit Stones would be provided by the Inspectorate. How could they go bankrupt?

So he curiously asked, "Is the Inspectorate not providing Spirit Stones?"

"They did."

Mo Xiuwen felt a bit shy, not only did they give plenty but generously so, he felt guilty about how much he skinned off them.

"Then how are you guys going bankrupt?"

Ling Wuce retorted angrily.

Mo Xiuwen scratched his head, "All those Spirit Stones were used to trade resources to build Mechanisms, it’s hard to explain quickly, come and see to understand."

This not only piqued Ling Wuce’s curiosity but also drew the interest of the old guys from the Nine Sects.

What mechanism requires a massive amount of resources to build?

A Celestial Wave Ferry steadily docked, carrying a large group of people, then swiftly departed after breaking away.

The Bitter Lotus Sect’s crowd vanished in an instant, leaving the Bitter Lotus Sect Leader bewildered. He kind of wanted to go too, but his status and strength were limited, not daring to make such a request!

If Han Yu hadn’t "died" here this time, he might not have had the chance to witness these bizarre events.

But he did gain knowledge and experiences, enough for him to brag in second-tier circles for a few years.

Thinking of this, he quickly summoned a disciple and pointed to the half-mountain opposite.

"Go, set up a sign there; from now on, it’s our treasure land."

Shortly after, a large sign reading "Tribulation Thunder Land, Han Yu’s Ascension Site" was firmly set up under Cloud Peak...

...

Divine Strategy Institute.

Mo Family.

Upon hearing the reports from his clansmen, Mo Yushu was stunned, what were the old folks from the Nine Sects doing at the Mo Family?

Did Han Yu come too?

This time, the Mo Family’s mobilization was truly for Han Yu’s matters. Having the old steward go naturally indicated the position of the current Patriarch.

Yet at first, his son was stridently going for revenge, how did Han Yu come back alive now?

Can life and death be such child’s play?

Saying he’s dead and then suddenly alive again.

The old antiques from the Eight Sects all arrived, naturally, he had to go out to meet them. Soon, a Celestial Wave Ferry descended and steadily anchored on the mountain top.

From the mountain ravine, over a hundred shadows flew out, soon forming two lines, giving a grand reception.

Soon figures continuously flew off the ferry, and Mo Yushu, as a junior within the Nine Sects, went forward and greeted several elders one by one before seeing a young man chatting and laughing with his own son coming down.

This was his first time meeting Han Yu; like others who hadn’t seen Han Yu before, on first glance, he couldn’t sense any trace of cultivation, ordinary and inconspicuous.

Han Yu looked at the opponent, also troubled; naturally, it was his first time meeting Mo Xiuwen’s father.

How to address him puzzled him, should he call him Sect Leader Mo, or Uncle Mo.

Mo Yushu glanced at Han Yu’s conflicted expression and suddenly roared with laughter, walked forward a few steps in front of them, and said with a warm smile, "With your relationship with Xiuwen, it’s no problem to call me uncle, I don’t mind taking the advantage."

Han Yu grinned and clasped his fists, "Uncle Mo."

This scene made the old guys beside him roll their eyes uncontrollably.

Sour enough to make teeth fall out, and it felt like it was said for them to hear.

Little fox, indirectly reminding them of Han Yu’s relationship with the Mo Family?

Mo Yushu was originally thinking of taking them to the hall for hospitality, but several old guys weren’t happy.

"Drinking that little Spirit Tea is boring, hurry up! We’re here to see the Mechanism."

Elder Luo urged.

As a result, a large group came to the Mo Family, but without entering the Divine Strategy Institute, they instead went straight to the bottom of the ravine.

The old steward was left behind; Mo Yushu wanted to ask him a bellyful of questions.

A quarter hour later, the old steward finally finished explaining the antecedents and consequences, even though Mo Yushu fancied himself as experienced and knowledgeable, he was stupefied by the old steward’s descriptions.

Strange resurrection.

Rebirth of internal organs and distorted flesh and bones.

Endured a baptism of Tribulation Thunder yet didn’t die, the height of absurdity.

"How strong is he now?"

Mo Yushu couldn’t help but ask.

This was indeed hard to describe, the old steward’s old face puckered up, at a loss for words.

After contemplating for a moment, he raised his head to look at the family Patriarch and slowly said, "Put it like this! Once Xiuwen takes over, no one in the Mo Family will dare provoke us, including the other Eight Sects..."