There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

This is Jiang Mo's true state at this moment. With his breakthrough to become a first-rate master after opening up his eight extraordinary meridians, his energy is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

Let alone just being busy all day.

As long as he doesn't fight enemies of similar skill level, Jiang Mo's current physique can withstand even three days and three nights without sleep.

However, his condition will inevitably decline to some extent.

Most importantly, you'll still feel sleepy when you're supposed to be tired, but you'll manage to stay awake thanks to your boundless energy, so the experience is definitely not great.

He stood up with his toes touching the ground, and Jiang Mo's figure flickered, disappearing into the night like a ghost.

When he reappeared, he was already at the edge of the cold pool where the waterfall had crashed. Although he knew that most people were attracted by the moon-viewing party, Jiang Mo still looked around.

And during this process, I moved my hands and feet a little.

After warming up and slightly activating the dormant blood and qi in his body, Jiang Mo activated his internal energy and tapped his body several times with his fingers to prolong the time he could hold his breath underwater.

Then it plunged down, like an arrow shot from a bow, diving into the depths of the icy pool.

Ever since Jiang Mo discovered the underwater secret while helping Hu Meier retrieve the Fire Rain Agate, he has been trying to find out more about it.

The underwater forks in the outer area have been explored quite thoroughly.

At this moment, he was quite at ease with his descent. The cold, damp energy that had previously caused him to catch a cold was no longer a problem for Jiang Mo, who had now broken through to the first-rate realm.

As his internal energy surged and circulated throughout his body, he easily dispelled the invasion of cold air.

On the contrary, the cold stimulated his blood and qi to surge even more, causing Jiang Mo's body temperature to gradually rise, making him feel warm all over.

Underwater, Jiang Mo did not encounter any biological attacks.

However, the underwater passages were numerous and interconnected, making Jiang Mo's exploration not without its challenges. Although he was following the directions indicated by the map in his memory, he lacked a navigation system and could not accurately pinpoint his location.

Seeing the bright moonlight shining down overhead, she quickly surfaced. But when she looked up, she could only see a tiny patch of night sky.

Well, I wonder which well in the villa it crawled into.

Fortunately, most of the people in the manor were participating in the moon-viewing party and no one came to fetch water, otherwise, Jiang Mo might have been hit by a bucket as soon as he popped his head out.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, and continued to dive downwards.

When it surfaced again, it accidentally drifted into the pond in the back garden, nearly damaging the lotus flowers that Hu Meier had planted there.

After going back and forth several times, Jiang Mo finally found the place.

Amidst the splashing water, he leaped out of the water, but when he looked up, he saw not a star-studded night sky, but stalactites hanging upside down.

Even in the darkness, Jiang Mo still moved with light steps.

He explored the area for a while, squeezed through a narrow gap, and finally saw the flickering lights again.

"This is a mine? The mine for Fire Rain Agate?"

Seeing the obvious signs of human carving on the rock wall, Jiang Mo realized something and immediately used his lightness skill to rush into the depths of the mine.

Chapter 63 Reverse Scale Broken Blade

The recent Fire Rain Agate, with fingers pressed together and inner force bursting forth, attempted to pry it out of the rock strata.

But the fire-rain agate remained completely still.

Slightly surprised, Jiang Mo raised an eyebrow and loosened his grip slightly. The thin feather blade had already sprung from his sleeve to his fingertips and, infused with profound internal energy, sliced ​​towards the rock layer.

What would require an ordinary person to exert all their strength to dig through rock strata was easily sliced ​​open by the feather blade between Jiang Mo's fingers.

But that was all. The feather blade, which had become even sharper and tougher under the infusion of internal energy, only managed to cut into the rock layer by a few inches before encountering extremely strong resistance.

Jiang Mo cut through the rock layer and saw that, sure enough, the blade had struck the Fire Rain Agate.

"Tsk, I've long heard that Fire Rain Agate is extremely difficult to process, but it seems that mining it is just as difficult."

"It really is true that things are valued for their rarity."

Reluctantly retracting the feather blade from his fingertips, Jiang Mo realized that it was absolutely unrealistic for him to steal a large amount of Fire Rain Agate in a short period of time.

Even if he were allowed to mine and excavate, he would probably have to work hard for half a day.

So Jiang Mo suppressed his rampant greed and continued walking deeper into the mine, for he had already faintly sensed an extraordinary and peculiar aura.

That feeling... it felt familiar.

Jiang Mo had vaguely sensed a trace of it from Yan Dan, which, although not exactly the same as the aura he felt now, had a similar sense of mystery.

Without a doubt, they all point to the earth-shattering secret of the Azure Dragon Seven Mansions.

"Strange, why does it feel hotter and hotter? Isn't this mine not far from underground water veins? It should be quite dark and damp by now..."

Feeling the scorching heat hitting him, Jiang Mo frowned as his clothes were unknowingly dried.

He continued to venture deeper, and the familiar, dazzling light emanating from the surroundings caught his eye. Jiang Mo, whose eyes were already accustomed to the dimness, couldn't help but squint slightly and subconsciously held his breath.

Although it was already known that Huoyu Manor made its fortune from Huoyu Agate.

Although Jiang Mo had already anticipated this when he discovered that the place was a mine.

But when he actually saw that there were large areas of fire rain agate veins scattered throughout the area, he couldn't help but feel extremely shocked.

I truly experienced what it means to mistakenly pay an exorbitant price.

Let alone mining the entire Fire Rain Agate vein, even just the portion currently exposed on the rock surface would be enough to make someone richer than a country.

Even knowing that important matters were at stake, Jiang Mo couldn't help but step forward.

He reached out and subconsciously touched the distance between himself and the object, which was still rising steadily, to the point where Jiang Mo had to use his internal energy to resist it.

By the time we got here, there were very few signs of mining.

However, the dazzling brilliance reflected in Jiang Mo's vision, like stars, still allowed him to sense the unfathomable wealth of Huoyu Manor.

"Do the mineral veins become more concentrated as you go deeper in?"

Seeing this, Jiang Mo fell into thought. The intense heat and dry air made him subconsciously lick and swallow his slightly cracked lips.

And it was precisely this that gave him a sudden flash of inspiration:

"Wait, if I remember correctly, agate is usually associated with volcanic activity. With such abundant fire agate veins here, could it be..."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Jiang Mo vaguely realized that something might be waiting for him deep inside.

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly involuntarily.

"Are you sure you're not kidding? It's supposed to be a martial arts story, but how could it include elements from a fantasy story like the Earth's Core Fire Vein?"

"Well, if you look closely, there are actually quite a few fantasy elements in Qin's Moon."

With a touch of helplessness in his voice, Jiang Mo continued forward, his pace quickening rather than slowing down.

The omnipresent high temperature was constantly eroding and wearing down his physical strength.

Hesitation will only lead to wasted effort. Even if the trip ends in failure due to insufficient preparation, we must seize the opportunity while we are in good condition and act quickly.

Otherwise, not only would they not be able to obtain the intelligence, but they might not even be able to escape unscathed.

The deeper Jiang Mo went, the more clearly he could sense that few people had ventured into this deep passage, and he even discovered many obstacles that were clearly man-made.

However, for Jiang Mo, none of these were major problems.

By the time the faint, scorching red light came into view, Jiang Mo was already drenched in sweat. He felt as if every breath was like swallowing scalding hot coals, and the air around him was uncontrollably distorted under the high temperature.

Suddenly, a chilling, blood-red character entered my field of vision: Forbidden!

It was an ancient seal script carved into the rock wall in front of him with sharp sword marks. Even after countless years, he could still feel the sharp aura emanating from it, causing the hairs on Jiang Mo's arms to stand on end instantly.

In a daze, it seemed as if a sharp blade was already at his side.

Bathed in the scorching red light that filled the tunnel, the "forbidden" character carved on the rock wall by the ancients seemed to be soaked in blood, revealing an even more ominous aura.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the writing is rather sloppy.

The wise elder who left the warning probably didn't carve the word calmly, but rather hastily as he was leaving.

The sense of danger was all too obvious.

Jiang Mo could also sense that the source of that mysterious aura was just ahead. Perhaps if he took just one more step, he would be able to glimpse the true treasure of Fire Rain Manor.

That points directly to the secret behind the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon.

Suppressing the discomfort caused by the scorching heat rushing into his mouth, nose, and throat, Jiang Mo took a deep breath, urging his internal energy to circulate rapidly within his body, and carefully held the ready-to-go feather blade between his fingers.

With utmost care and extreme caution, I took another step forward.

Taking another step, past the somewhat narrow and cramped corner, the blinding flames that rushed towards him stung Jiang Mo's eyes, causing him to subconsciously squint slightly.

Even in that brief glance, Jiang Mo still managed to capture a rather important scene.

At the end of that tunnel, amidst the ever-flowing sea of ​​lava and fire, a dark and broken ancient sword stood silently in mid-air.

That's right, suspended in mid-air, rather than stuck in the ground.

Jiang Mo could see clearly that the sword, if it could still be called a sword, seemed to be suspended in mid-air by some invisible force.

It's like a flying insect frozen in amber, frozen in the air...

Or, in something even more invisible and intangible.

What stirred up even more waves in Jiang Mo's heart was the shape of that pitch-black ancient sword. Although he couldn't see it very clearly because of the distance and the blinding firelight, he still keenly captured the most crucial features.

broken.

This is not just an adjective, but the sword's true condition. Jiang Mo could even see the messy sword marks covering the rock wall behind him through the unhealable cracks in the sword's blade.

It was called a sword, but Jiang Mo recognized its origin.

If it were someone else, they would probably think it was just a pile of scrap iron.

From the hilt downwards, the once long and straight blade was broken into several pieces, the jagged cracks resembling fangs of a fatal wound. It's hard not to wonder what kind of battle had taken place to leave such a horrific scar.

This sword should have been destroyed long ago.

Yet it stubbornly hovered in mid-air, like a spirit that refused to breathe its last, forcibly held together by an inexplicable force.

It maintains a strange, ambiguous appearance.

The broken blades spun slowly at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, separated by a gap of about an inch, yet always maintaining the shape of a sword.

If we disregard the fact that it is broken, this is absolutely a rare and unparalleled sword.