Chapter 113: Mo Jue… Complication

After receiving the booklet, Wei Chen walked out of Youqi’s office. Outside her office was a white, cream colored corridor that looked more like a modern office building. Several employees were present, dressed like salarymen in suits and shirts. The women wore skirts, no different from office ladies in the mortal world.

Wei Chen walked past them and even overheard their conversation.

“The death rate this quarter was reduced quite a bit. Too bad it wasn’t reduced more. Otherwise, my vacation request would already have been approved by Ms. Youqi,” one employee said.

“I heard our lord hired a new agent. That’s why the undeserved death rate in the mortal realm has dropped so much,” a second employee added.

“Yes, and this time the casualties caused by agent negligence were more than three hundred percent lower than with the previous agent,” the female employee agreed.

“Seriously, that previous agent. I don’t know where our lord dug him up from, but he was so incompetent compared to the current one,” the serious looking employee said with a sigh.

“Wait, wasn’t the previous one from about one thousand years ago? He should still be alive, right? Where is he now?” the female employee asked.

“I don’t know, but he cut off all contact with us five hundred years ago,” the serious looking employee replied.

The group of employees continued chatting as they walked toward their offices along the corridor, while Wei Chen headed toward the teleportation ring.

Yes, it was the teleportation ring. According to the booklet, he could set the destination on the panel beside the teleportation ring.

The teleportation hub had many teleportation rings, much like an elevator hub in a large high rise building.

At the hub, many employees and people dressed like couriers carrying packages walked in and out of the teleportation rings as if it were everyday business.

“Damn. If I hadn’t seen this weird teleportation system and the otherworldly view outside the window, I would have thought this was some banker’s office on Wall Street,” Wei Chen said with a wry smile. The white corridor and the decoration all gave him that impression.

Wei Chen stepped into the teleportation ring, checked the booklet to make sure that he would go to the right place, and pressed the button for the job market.

The teleportation ring shone brightly as a calm white light covered Wei Chen’s eyes. The next moment, his body disappeared and then reappeared in a new place.

The location was a large complex that looked like some kind of main transportation hub, where countless people came and went in all directions throughout the day. The scene was busy and bustling.

Some were dressed like cultivators, some like simple peasants, and others like office workers from the modern world. The last group was surely the Lord of Death’s staff. No, calling them employees did not seem quite right.

Since the Lord of Death was the ruler of the underworld, perhaps it was more accurate to call them underworld civil servants. That sounded like the correct term.

Wei Chen checked the booklet and followed the directions carefully, turning left and right as instructed.

“Sir, this way is…”

A voice tried to call out to him, but he was too fixated on the booklet to pay attention.

White light covered his eyes once more, and his body disappeared and reappeared again. Wei Chen followed the booklet strictly, then looked up. He had arrived at a place that looked like some kind of market.

No, to be precise, it was a fish market.

The air was filled with the strong smell of fish, along with the shouts of fishermen and merchants who had come to browse the various kinds of fish and products taken from the river.

Yes, the river. As he now saw, not far from the market there was a vast, sea like river flowing nearby. It was the same River of Souls he had seen in the vision during his epiphany.

“How in the world did I arrive at this place? Wasn’t this supposed to be a job market?” Wei Chen muttered to himself in confusion.

— Meanwhile – Thousand Treasure City —

At the Thousand Treasure Pavilion headquarters, within a secluded cultivation chamber, Mo Jue, the Sky-Severing Demon, was in the midst of a deep epiphany. He had remained in this state ever since he obtained the Samsara Severing Sword Shard.

Within his epiphany, he witnessed scenes from ancient times. From what he could infer, these visions depicted events from the Primordial Era, when gods and demons still walked the land and the heavens had yet to fully take shape.

It was an era where powerful beings waged war against one another to seize the Heavenly Dao and gain control over heaven and earth.

He saw a scene where a single sword slash literally severed the sky, creating a vast裂gap through which otherworldly creatures poured in from the outside to wreak havoc.

Yet the powerful beings of that era eradicated those intruders and sealed the sky with a single hand. The scene Mo Jue witnessed could only be described as something straight out of legend, something even the most boastful poet would never dare imagine.

Mo Jue tried his best to use his understanding of the sword to comprehend the moment when that powerful being cut through the Wheel of Samsara itself, but it was futile.

He attempted it more than a hundred times, yet it felt as if he were a primitive caveman staring at a microchip and trying to understand how it worked.

It was impossible.

So he settled for the next best thing.

Since his title was the Sky-Severing Demon, he shifted his focus to comprehending the scene where that powerful being severed the sky itself.

This time, it worked.

He grasped most of the fundamentals and key points of the technique. He absorbed them bit by bit, and finally—

Crash! Boom!

The Samsara Severing Sword Shard in his hand shattered, collapsing into fine silver dust that scattered across the ground.

Mo Jue opened his eyes, glee and confidence filling his domineering expression. He threw his head back and laughed loudly, as if declaring his triumph to the heavens themselves.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FINALLY! FINALLY, I HAVE COMPREHENDED IT!” Mo Jue roared with laughter, still sitting down and completely forgetting about the broken shard in his hand.

He quickly stood up and produced a sword. It was a simple, rough blade forged from pig iron, something even a mortal blacksmith could have made. He did not dare use his Earth-grade sword.

Mo Jue closed his eyes, gathered his thoughts, and then unleashed his slash.

“Heaven, be severed!” Mo Jue shouted aloud as his intent condensed into a blazing sword flash.

Slash!

One second passed. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Boooooooooooom!

Like the thunderous decree of the heavens and the descent of tribulation, a deafening explosion of sound and qi thundered across the sky as a colossal sword intent burst forth from within Mo Jue’s private cultivation chamber in the Thousand Treasure Pavilion.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” one patrolling enforcer screamed as he urgently called out to his companions to investigate what was happening.

Enforcers from every direction rushed toward the source of the sword intent. What they saw was the lingering trace of terrifying sword qi, and they slowly lifted their gazes toward the sky.

“Heaven… the heavens were severed… someone cut the heavens…” one enforcer muttered in awe and dread as he stared upward.

In the sky, the clouds had parted neatly, as if sliced apart by a colossal sword. The enforcers closed their eyes and sensed the surrounding qi, trying to comprehend as much as they could from this rare encounter.

Inside the cultivation chamber, Mo Jue looked up at the sky as a smile crept across his rugged and handsome face.

“Finally, I can sever the heavens… but it is still incomplete. I have comprehended not even one hundredth of the True Heaven-Severing Slash I witnessed in my epiphany,” Mo Jue said, his heart racing. He had not felt such a surge of power in a long time, not since reaching the Half-Step Void Refining Realm.

He then looked around but could not find the Samsara Severing Sword Shard anywhere.

“Where is it?” Mo Jue muttered as he searched, but instead of the shard, he found a small pile of silver dust on the ground where he had been cultivating, along with faint traces of silver dust clinging to his hand.

“Don’t tell me…” Mo Jue whispered, his face turning pale.

The Samsara Severing Sword Shard was gone.

Now that he had comprehended such a heaven-defying technique, he did not believe that thirty million spirit stones were anywhere near enough to compensate for the damage he had done to the shard.

If thirty million spirit stones could buy him this level of comprehension, he would gladly pay anyone who could offer such an opportunity. As it stood, he doubted there was anything in this world valuable enough to compare to the Samsara Severing Sword Shard that had once been used as collateral, the very shard that brat Wei Chen had given to his daughter as a pledge.

Mo Jue’s face turned pale, then blue, then black, and finally he relaxed.

“Well… at worst, I could just give that brat my Mo Xingyao. She seems to like him quite a bit. If I told her, I think she might even be happy. Still…” Mo Jue muttered under his breath.

Still….. He did not feel right in his heart, even though his logic told him that giving his daughter’s hand in marriage was more than a bargain in this situation.

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