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

Instead, it exudes a faint wild and ferocious aura, as if what stands there is not a human at all, but a ferocious beast in human skin!

This feeling...it seems so familiar!

After leaving the Netherworld, Amo, who had been reshaped into human form, would occasionally emit a similar aura during the last days he spent with her.

It seemed that they had finally identified the source of the familiar feeling emanating from Jiang Mo.

Yan Lingji felt her heart pounding uncontrollably. For a moment, she no longer cared about Mo Ya; her eyes were fixed solely on Jiang Mo.

But Jiang Mo's attention was extremely focused at this moment.

Devouring Void Transformation Life Nine Nether Demon!

Using his feline hunting senses and his incredibly agile movements, Jiang Mo suddenly leaped out.

Got you!

With the full force of the Snow-Treading Plum Blossom Step, and enhanced by the agility of the Nine Nether Demon's transformation, Jiang Mo also transformed into a shadow and rushed out.

Like a cat pouncing on a bird.

He grabbed Mo Ya by the shoulder and slammed the bird, which was about to take flight, to the ground.

Chapter 119: Was it completely seen through?

That is……

Walking on snow and falling plum blossoms?!

Since this lightness skill was created by Amo and Ali together, Yanlingji disliked it and never practiced it.

But that didn't stop her from being very familiar with the routines of light-body techniques.

After all, Yan Lingji had witnessed A Mo's transformation from being clumsy and often tripping over her to being able to do things effortlessly without thinking.

He'll occasionally get involved and cause trouble...

Ah, no, it was in her own way that she helped Amo practice his lightness skill. As for the hardships he endured along the way…

Practicing martial arts is indispensable, of course!

Those long-buried memories came back to life. Yan Lingji stared blankly at the figure who stood up at the crucial moment, and for a moment she even forgot to lend a helping hand.

Perhaps it was the wind and rain that dampened her peach-like eyes.

Tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of her eyes, only to evaporate quickly into the surrounding mist under the intense heat of the flames.

Only faint tear stains remained.

The world is vast and full of wonders. If it were just a few coincidences, that would be one thing, but first there was the aura of the Nine Netherworld Beast, then the light-footed skill of "Treading Snow and Falling Plum Blossoms," plus some other corroborating evidence...

Yan Lingji was already 100% or even 90% certain of Jiang Mo's identity.

The only doubts are that there is simply no suitable reason to explain what is happening.

Moreover, it doesn't make sense either rationally or emotionally.

Ah Mo didn't die back then? Then where has he been all these years? Why hasn't he come looking for her? And why hasn't he revealed his identity?

Before me is Amo, reincarnated, with only a few memories remaining?

But their ages don't match up at all. Even if they reincarnate very quickly, they should still be children or teenagers now.

For a moment, Yan Lingji's heart was in turmoil.

"Not bad."

A hint of approval crept into his cold voice as Wei Zhuang, having swept away the surrounding ghost soldiers with a single sword strike, looked at Jiang Mo and spoke with considerable admiration:

"No wonder she values ​​you so much; she certainly has a keen eye for talent."

Wei Zhuang was a man of few words, and with Mo Ya, his enemy, present, he deliberately held back in his speech, omitting names and titles.

But who else could be the discerning person who values ​​Jiang Mo so highly, besides Zi Nu?

Wei Zhuang has always trusted Zi Nu's abilities, especially in the area of ​​"people-reading skills." Her experience, honed through various clients, is unparalleled.

When it comes to judging people, Wei Zhuang's standards have always been very simple.

You are either strong or weak.

The former will earn his respect, while the latter...

He was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the vast universe, not worth his attention.

In Wei Zhuang's eyes, Yan Ling Ji undoubtedly belongs to the category of strong individuals, which can be said to be the foundation for the establishment of an equal cooperative relationship between the two parties.

As for Jiang Mo...

Prior to today, Wei Zhuang had never made an accurate assessment of it, as it possessed both strength and weakness, requiring further in-depth contact.

For example, let's have a thoroughly enjoyable sparring match.

Let's see whose sword is sharper.

Nothing is simpler and more direct than a real fight to determine whether an opponent is strong or weak. When Wei Zhuang was studying at the Ghost Valley School, his sparring matches with his senior brother Gai Nie were one of his few sources of enjoyment.

As for the outcome...

That goes without saying; you can tell just by how Wei Zhuang addresses Gai Nie.

Since Jiang Mo's methods were completely different from those of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and even Wei Zhuang could not sense any trace of him having cultivated internal energy, it was difficult to judge his true strength.

After all, strictly adhering to the realm divisions of the Central Plains martial arts world is not very applicable to witchcraft.

Without internal martial arts training and without mastering the meridians, relying solely on the meager farming skills one possesses, one can at best only become a third-rate figure in the martial arts world.

But Jiang Mo's strength is clearly not limited to that.

At this moment, seeing him ruthlessly capture Mo Ya, Wei Zhuang's assessment of his strength was no less than that of top-tier martial arts masters like Zi Nu.

Don't say this is taking advantage of the situation.

What's done is done, and no reason can change the fact that after Mo Ya broke through the two people's obstruction, he was finally defeated by Jiang Mo.

But the person who was most surprised was Mo Ya, who was captured.

As he blended into the flock of crows and fled, he thought he had once again escaped from a desperate situation and survived by sheer luck.

All I could think about was taking a hot shower when I got back.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, forget about the hot bath he had imagined, Mo Ya was directly pinned to the ground.

The rocks, washed by rain, are cold and hard.

As the cruel reality declared, Mo Ya's escape attempt failed, and he was captured at the last moment.

But how did they manage to do that?

With his face pressed against the ground, Mo Ya couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the feather-like streamlined lines on his forehead stretched out in surprise.

Like a bird caught in a cat's pounce, no matter how hard it flaps its wings, it can't escape.

A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, like the sensation of claws tearing through his flesh, but Mo Ya paid no attention to his injuries.

My attention remains focused on the chaos of my thoughts.

The scene that had just occurred was still replaying in Mo Ya's mind, but he still couldn't find a reason that was convincing enough for him.

From the perspective of a master of light-body skills, Jiang Mo's skills just now were indeed quite impressive.

Both their speed and agility when leaping are far beyond those of ordinary people.

The lightness skill techniques used are also unique.

But that's all. Whether it's pure speed or the sophistication of lightness skills, Mo Ya should be far superior to his opponent. There's no reason for him to be captured.

Especially considering the cover provided by the flock of crows just now...

Wait, is it the cover provided by the crows?

Was there really cover?

Mo Ya, who was constantly thinking about what had just happened, suddenly realized something. He thought back carefully and finally discovered the unusual situation when Jiang Mo pounced on him.

Without hesitation, they went straight for their target.

The black crow was not distracted by the flock of crows flying all over the sky. Even the black crow's subconscious trick of shifting its position and confusing the surrounding crows did not affect the other side.

From beginning to end, Jiang Mo was heading straight for Mo Ya.

Using his light-footed skills, he moved through the air to lock onto the black crow, which used the crow flock as cover to change and dodge.

A flock of crows filling the sky—this was a tactic that the Black Crow had always been successful with.

However, it had almost no effect on Jiang Mo.

On the contrary, Mo Ya himself, because he relied too much on the cover of the crows, always placed himself under the cover of the crows when hiding, which limited his own range of movement.

They saw right through me.

They saw right through them.

Shocked, Mo Ya subconsciously struggled to turn his head, trying to see what the person who had captured him looked like, but under the influence of the witch's curse, the other person's figure was extremely blurry.

Only a pair of deep, dark eyes were clearly visible.

It felt strangely familiar.

Mo Ya was slightly dazed, and somewhat incredulously opened his mouth, a name that had been buried for many years slipping out unconsciously:

"Brother Mo?"

Chapter 120: A new copy was detected.

The cold rain slapped haphazardly against my face.

At the top of the cliff above Broken Soul Valley, Jiang Mo grabbed Mo Ya's shoulder with one hand and twisted his arm behind his back with the other, pressing his entire body against Mo Ya's back in a very classic position, pinning him hard to the ground.

Jiang Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close; he almost got away.

As expected of the number one among all birds, and as expected of Mo Ya who trained Bai Feng, a master of lightness skills, his methods are indeed extraordinary.