The soul is the most mysterious thing in the human body. It is shadowless and invisible, but it really exists. Even the powerful Martial Emperor is in a high position and it is difficult for the soul to understand.

The so-called soul extraction means using secret techniques to forcibly extract part of the soul.

In the process of drawing souls, one has to endure endless pain. This pain is even more uncomfortable than cutting into pieces. It is simply the most difficult thing in the world.

Even if Chu Xingyun mentioned the word "soul extraction", his hair would rise up all over his body.

Therefore, he admired Mo Wanggong more and more. In the world, such a focused and persistent person is difficult to find, and it can be said that it is rare to meet in the ages.

"Little guy, you are young and have a profound knowledge. You can tell at just one glance that I am a remnant soul. I am probably far inferior to you at your age." Mo Wanggong stroked his long beard and said in admiration.

"Thank you, Senior Mo, for your praise." Chu Xingyun bowed slightly. Although he was the mighty Martial Emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom, he was indeed a little guy in front of ancient powerful men like Mo Wanggong.

He was willing to bow this time.

Mo Wanggong's smile became stronger and he said, "This is not a place to talk, come with me."

As he said that, Mo Wanggong opened his arms, pointed his finger ahead, and signaled Chu Xingyun to follow his steps.

A group of two people were walking through the forest. Not long after, Chu Xingyun saw a wide flat ground. On the flat ground, there was a small wooden house, outside the wooden house, a table and two chairs, and there was nothing else.

The whole space is filled with a simple atmosphere, ordinary and hard to remember that this is the secret realm where the powerful Martial Emperor lives.

"Sit." Mo Wanggong sat down straight, took out the tea leaves and tea sets without any haste, boiled water, washed tea, and made tea. His movements were so familiar, as if he was an ordinary old man who was in his prime.

Soon, the tea was ready.

A faint tea fragrance lingers in this void, mixed with the fragrance of fragrant grass, making people feel indescribable comfort, as if the body and mind are relaxed like never before.

Chu Xingyun sat quietly, without saying a word, nor urging him. He just picked up the teacup, took a sip, then put it down again, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into silence again.

"Do you have nothing to ask me?" Seeing Chu Xingyun like this, Mo Wanggong couldn't help but be confused and spoke first.

“Yes, but I don’t have to ask.”

Chu Xingyun opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "Before I got the Tiangong Xuan Seal, many people had already entered the Tiangong Seal. What questions do I want to ask? Senior Mo should have guessed. Since that's the case, why do I need to ask?"

Hearing Chu Xingyun's words, Mo Wanggong smiled and nodded: "Little guy, your move to retreat as a step forward really surprised me. Even those powerful Martial Emperors are far inferior to you."

Chu Xingyun entered the secret realm of Tiangong, but in just half a quarter of an hour, Mo Wanggong praised Chu Xingyun twice.

In this situation, even Mo Wanggong was a little surprised. Looking at Chu Xingyun's eyes, a glimmer flashed endlessly.

After pondering for a while, Mo Wanggong spoke again and said in a voice: "You must have known about the secret realm of Tiangong. Simply put, in the secret realm of Tiangong, I set three tests in Tiangong. Every time you pass one test, you can get a part of my inheritance. All three passes, and you are the true successor of my Mo Wanggong."

"However, you don't have to have any pressure. If the Tiangong Xuan Seal falls into your hands, it means that you are destined to be with Tiangong Sect. Even if you fail the first test, you are still the leader of Tiangong Sect, and the Tiangong Xuan Seal belongs to you."

Tens of thousands of years ago, Mo Wanggong was dead.

The reason why he preserved a wisp of residual soul was just to find his favorite successor. As for who is the leader of the Tiangong Sect and what situation Tiangong Sect is in now, he doesn't care.

"Senior Mo, can I ask a question?" Chu Xingyun suddenly spoke.

Mo Wanggong nodded: "Ask."

"In your lifelong inheritance, besides the Mechanical Wood Armor Way, are there other things, such as spiritual materials, elixirs, stones, or rare spiritual wood?" Chu Xingyun took a deep breath and asked his own question.

"You need these very much?" Mo Wanggong said in surprise.

"It's very necessary!"

Chu Xingyun looked serious and replied: "To be honest, in a few days, my companions and relatives will face a huge crisis. If only the Tao of the Mechanical Wood Armor or the cultivation insights of Senior Mo in the secret realm of Tiangong is left, then it will be almost helpless to me, and it will be just a waste of time."

"So, I beg Senior Mo to inform you directly!"

At the end, Chu Xingyun stood up and bowed again, with a hint of firmness in his tone.

Mo Wanggong stared at Chu Xingyun and laughed: "In the past tens of thousands of years, I have seen all kinds of people, but the first one is as direct as you."

He stretched out his hand, helped Chu Xingyun up, and continued, "Most of the inheritance I left behind are cultivation insights and the way of mechanical wood armor, but it is also a little bit rare. Have you heard of the Nine Orifices Fu Jiao Pill?"

Nine Orifices of the Dragon Lost Pill!

Hearing these short five words, Chu Xingyun's body trembled and said in surprise: "The Nine Orifices of Fujiao Pill is an ancient elixir, which ranks among the eighth grade. As long as the warrior takes it, within three hours, he can ignore all injuries, illnesses, and return to his best state. Even if he only has one breath, he can force his life to be extended."

Chu Xingyun is an eighth-level alchemist with a very profound attainment in alchemy. He naturally knows the existence of the Nine Orifices Fujiao Pill. However, this alchemy recipe has been circulated in ancient times, and even he has never seen it.

"Before I died, I was fortunate to get the recipe for the Nine Orifices Fujiao Pill. As for the elixir, there were also three or two. In addition to the Nine Orifices Fujiao Pill, the spiritual materials, stones and rare spiritual woods you mentioned were slightly stored, all of which were level seven and eight levels, and there were not many, about ten thousand."

"As for the spirit stones and spiritual liquid, I have no storage, but I have left five heavenly-level spiritual veins. Unfortunately, in the past tens of thousands of years, these five spiritual veins have evaporated a lot of spiritual energy. Now, they should have degenerated to the mysterious level."

Mo Wanggong frowned and asked back, "In addition to what I just said, there are some strange things that I can't remember too clearly. Unfortunately, I don't like fighting by nature, so I didn't leave any treasures of weapon blades. I wonder if these things meet your expectations?"

At the end of the day, a faint smile appeared on Mo Wanggong's face, and his eyes fell on Chu Xingyun again.

However, Chu Xingyun did not pay attention to this gaze.

At this moment, he was stunned.
Chapter completed!