I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 115 The Other Two Colossi!

That bowl of cold rice was like an invisible giant mouth.

It eroded the sense of security he should have felt.

He honed his strength, risked his life to retrieve the colossus, and dared not stop for a moment—

I thought of the two corpses in the Wu family courtyard, and the way Wu Qiufeng was hanging from the roof beam.

I recall the dark cloud that blotted out the sky above the Qujiang River.

I remember waking up to find my cousin's family crying around my bed.

I recalled my master's words, "I will return to the capital first and wait for you."

Cheng Laiyun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat tightening.

Yu Qingzheng did not urge him.

She just watched him quietly.

a long time.

Cheng Laiyun lowered his head, his voice slightly hoarse: "Master Uncle—"

He said three words, then suddenly couldn't continue.

Those grievances, those lingering fears, those secrets carried alone, too afraid to tell anyone, those sleepless nights tossing and turning—

At that moment, they all suddenly surged up.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to let the tears in his eyes fall.

I admit it.

He truly accepted it.

He, Cheng Laiyun, wouldn't allow a mere third-rank cultivator to feign politeness towards him.

"I can handle it."

Just four simple words.

It's stubbornness, but also a form of catharsis.

Yu Qing was looking at him, a faint hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Cheng Laiyun's shoulder.

That hand was very light, yet it possessed a reassuring power.

"Child." His voice was soft, but each word resonated deeply in Cheng Laiyun's heart: "You did very well."

Cheng Laiyun suddenly looked up.

Yu Qing was looking at him, his deep, dark eyes now filled with a gentle light.

"I am very pleased that the Mo Sect has a disciple like you."

Cheng Laiyun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

He simply nodded emphatically.

at that time.

It was as if moonlight was shining in the courtyard, onto the clear water, onto the rugged rockery, and onto the old man and the young man.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

The night was gentle.

"Fate is predetermined."

Yu Qingzheng gazed at Cheng Laiyun before him, his aged face softening with gentleness: "My fifth junior brother and I have been plotting this for so many years."

"Just to control the colossi."

"But unexpectedly, you were the one who had good fortune."

His voice was long and weary.

The last syllable, tinged with a hint of emotion, said: "Qinglong Mountain—Qinglong Mountain—Hehe."

"The records of our Mohist sages are quite accurate."

Cheng Laiyun frowned slightly, looking at Yu Qingzheng in front of him with some doubt.

Yu Qingzheng naturally noticed his confusion.

He chuckled softly and began to recount: "The Great Yuan Dynasty once swept across the six directions."

"Besides being favored by the gods, it is still inseparable from the three thousand giant statues of my Mo Sect."

"However, even though the six kingdoms were unified, the true ruler of this land was still not the Great Yuan Dynasty."

"Instead—the dragon race."

"Back then, the Jade Pivot Dragon Court was the true master of the Nine Provinces."

"In order to resist the dragon race, our Mo Sect ancestors devoted themselves to studying the dragon's body and finally developed the method of creating the colossus to imitate the dragon. It can be said that back then, any Mo cultivator who reached the fourth rank and could drive the Jade Pivot Colossus was a dragon."

"With the arrival of divine power, the Jade Pivot Colossus was successfully created, giving humanity the confidence to fight against the Dragon Clan."

"Now that so many years have passed, many records have become blurred—or even fragmented."

"But there is one part that I vaguely remember."

"The Azure Dragon Prince led his remaining troops in a desperate battle."

"Guo Yingtian, a second-rank master cultivator of the Mo Sect, and Li Xian, the second-rank martial arts master and pillar of the nation in the past, fought against him in the wilderness of Qingzhou."

"Heaven and earth collapsed, and the sun and moon lost their light."

Historical records—

—

Yu Qingzheng's voice suddenly froze, each word deliberate and forceful, like metal striking the ground: "The Azure Dragon Prince was no match for Li Xian of Yingtian. He used his blood as a catalyst and his flesh as a city wall, transforming it into a green mountain to suppress Yingtian, and Li Xian beneath it."

"Now that I think about it, that mountain was Qinglong Mountain."

"Tian Jiude's Xuanzhu is—the Dragon Pearl of the Azure Dragon Prince."

"And that colossal statue on your body is the masterpiece of creation by Guo Yingtian, a sage of the Mohist school!"

Cheng Laiyun's eyes were unfocused.

So that's how it is ———

A hint of shock appeared in his eyes.

The Azure Dragon Prince, fighting two powerful cultivators of the second rank alone, actually managed to transform his body into a green mountain to suppress them.

"These dragons—they're truly monstrous—"

He murmured unconsciously.

"That's not all." Yu Qingzheng smiled. "The dragon race is blessed with unique advantages. Even after death, a trace of their destiny can still be extracted from their bodies to suppress mountains and rivers, and even the fate of the nation."

"If it weren't for their extremely strong bloodline, making it difficult for them to conceive, and the scarcity of their clan, the world today would probably be in a very different state—"

Fortunately, my human race was still a step ahead.

Cheng Laiyun stroked his chin, as if remembering something, and frowned again: "If what our senior uncle said is true..."

"This is a unique record of our Mohist School, so it is not surprising that members of the Mohist School know about it."

"How did Wei Xianjun and Tian Jiude find out?"

"Moreover, they want the Mystic Pearl and the Colossus—even if they were to resell them, how would they control the Colossus?"

"After all, only the Jade Pivot Giant Statue can be commanded by the Mo Sect's method of condensing the divine soul."

Yu Qingzheng slowly shook his head: "Let alone them, even we Mo Sect cultivators, if we want to control and drive the Jade Pivot Giant Statue, we must not learn any inscription methods, not destroy our physical foundation, but only cultivate the power of the divine soul, and gradually reach the fourth rank before we can drive it."

"However, this means that before the fourth rank, combat strength is extremely low."

"This not only requires exceptional talent, but also the ability of the disciple to restrain their inherent nature—"

"Over the years, there has only been one Fifth Junior Brother, who is also your Fifth Martial Uncle Lin Nianjun."

"It's a pity that he had just reached the fourth rank and had already met the requirements to command the giant statue—yet he has disappeared without a trace. For our Mo Sect, this is truly a regrettable matter."

This is mentioned here.

Yu Qing's expression was somewhat indifferent, though his voice was calm.

But Cheng Laiyun could also detect a hint of suppressed anger in his voice.

He keenly sensed something.

A Mo Sect member who is about to gain control over and drive the Jade Pivot Colossus has appeared.

Even at the seventh rank, Cheng Laiyun, without using any supernatural powers, could instantly overwhelm a sixth-rank martial artist simply by leveraging the power of the colossus.

How terrifying must Lin Nianjun be, who can control a fourth-grade colossus?

His combat strength is approaching that of a third-rank official?

Absolutely more than that!

Because this doesn't even take into account that Lin Nianjun possesses supernatural powers!

For the Mo Sect, obtaining a piece of divine life bone is by no means difficult.

Moreover, according to the eldest master, Lin Nianjun's talent is extraordinary, and she may even have the potential to break through to the third rank or even the second rank!

At that time, with Lin Nianjun leading the team, who can stop the rise of my Mo Sect?!

But this is the key figure.

But he suddenly disappeared just as he was about to succeed?

If you say there's nothing fishy going on here, or that it's not someone targeting him—Cheng Laiyun doesn't believe it.

But who is the force targeting the Mo Sect?

The imperial court? Confucian scholars? Or perhaps—

Of course, these are things he can't control.

He just stared blankly at Yu Qingzheng, then voiced his doubts: "But why don't I have such restrictions?"

Yu Qingzheng slowly raised his head, looked at Cheng Laiyun again, suppressed his anger, and patiently answered with a smile: "This is a unique characteristic of the colossal statue of creation."

"The Colossus of the Celestial Craftsmanship unlocks more combat power and functions as your strength increases."

"As for the Jade Pivot Colossus, it is to continue searching for materials to enhance the colossus's combat power after its strength has been improved."

"Now only two colossal jade pendant statues remain in the world."

"One statue is in the Ministry of Works' armory, under the jurisdiction of the Great Yuan Dynasty."

"It is a colossal statue left behind by a fourth-rank Mo cultivator, so one must reach the fourth rank to control it."

"The other one is under strict guard in my Mo Sect."

Cheng Laiyun suddenly realized something.

It turned out to be the case.

Thinking of this.

A thought suddenly struck him.

Ministry of Works — Bombing?

The eldest master, didn't mention it at all?

Could this be related to the missing Fifth Uncle?

"Senior Uncle—do you perhaps suspect that the culprit behind the disappearance of the Five Masters is...?"

Cheng Laiyun hesitated for a moment, then looked down at Yu Qingzheng, pointed to the sky, and asked, "From...where?"

"Is that why you've remained silent about this bombing—or perhaps this bombing was actually a form of resistance from us Mo people?"

Cheng Laiyun squinted and voiced his guess.

"Hehe." Yu Qingzheng smiled faintly upon hearing Cheng Laiyun's words, then raised an eyebrow and stared at Cheng Laiyun's clothes: "Inspector—"

"That Zhang Linzheng is quite stingy."

"I came here to inquire about the case, but I'm only given such a lowly official position."

Uh.

Cheng Laiyun blinked, then cautiously looked at Yu Qingzheng and tentatively asked, "How about I join my senior's lineage?"

"Could you please help me find a position in the Ministry of Works?"

To be an official, you know.

It doesn't matter where you hold the position.

Cheng Laiyun didn't really feel any sense of belonging to the Regent's Office.

Yu Qingzheng was taken aback at first.

Then, looking at Cheng Laiyun, he laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, you know how to seize an opportunity."

Cheng Laiyun spread his hands innocently: "I just wanted to get closer to my senior master."

"After all, there's the precedent set by Fifth Martial Uncle—"

"Alright." Yu Qingzheng waved his hand and looked at Cheng Laiyun seriously, saying, "The Ministry of Works has me here, that's enough."

"Now that you've joined the Regent's Office, you'd better stay there and behave yourself."

"As for the Ministry of Works bombing incident—" Yu Qingzheng frowned and slowly shook his head, saying, "It was not done by me."

"This is not an expression of dissatisfaction from our Mohist school towards the imperial court."

"In my opinion, the person we need to focus on is—Wei Shiguang, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works."

Cheng Laiyun hesitated for a moment: "This—"

Yu Qingzheng glanced at him: "Just say that I said those words."

?

Really, Uncle-Master?

If you say it's not you, will people really believe you?

"snort!"

"I have stood firm in the court for thirty years, so I still have some prestige."

"Go out." Yu Qingzheng waved his hand.

A moment later, as if remembering something, he took out a jade piece from his sleeve.

"By the way, take this back and study it carefully."

"What is this now?"

Cheng Laiyun took the jade piece and gently swept his consciousness into it.

"Buzz!!!"

The next moment, he seemed to enter an ocean of words.

[A colossal statue crafted by heaven, controlled by magical methods.]

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