Chapter 319
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Chapter 319: Silver Moon Ancient Serpent
Shen Mo stood slender, his voice still carrying youthful tones yet firm with resolve.
“Three hundred seventy-four times?”
Mei Yansheng’s eyebrow twitched, his voice turning icy. A biting coldness instantly radiated from him, swallowing the entire divine hall.
Disciples at the early Foundation Establishment stage trembled uncontrollably, knees buckling under the pressure.
Such was the might of the Golden Core stage!
“Brother Changchun, isn’t letting a child disrupt proceedings going too far?” Du Chuntian snapped coldly, sensing the tension.
Yan Changchun remained expressionless, his gaze steady. “If Xiao Mo says three hundred seventy-four, then it’s three hundred seventy-four.”
Du Chuntian stiffened. “Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, your blatant favoritism crosses lines.”
All eyes locked onto Shen Mo’s thin frame, as if the boy’s stubborn face held unimaginable secrets.
Ye Yun inhaled sharply. The pressure from Mei Yansheng nearly knocked him off his feet initially, but his Heart of Immortals and Demons-refined spirit steadied him within moments.
“Xiao Mo, is every word you spoke true?”
Shen Mo smiled faintly, meeting Mei Yansheng’s stare without flinching. “Correct. Over 203 years, the Great Qin Empire documented 374 Demon Race Bloodline emergences. Within a millennium—nine hundred ninety-seven times.”
His calm voice carried clearly to every ear, soft yet unmistakable.
“Impressive! The Heavenly Sword Sect knows much while staying secluded.” Mei Yansheng’s booming laughter erupted into rippling sound waves that battered the hall.
Foundation Establishment disciples paled; weaker ones coughed blood.
“Our humble sect doesn’t spout lies,” Yan Changchun said evenly, now composed. “Xiao Mo has his proofs. Hear him out before raging, Mr. Mei.”
“Fine,” Mei Yansheng sneered. “But if he fails, my great sword shows no mercy.”
Yan Changchun gestured. “Speak, Xiao Mo.”
Shen Mo nodded. “The Demon Race Bloodline’s appearances aren’t rare nor catastrophic as rumors claim. Few caused bloodshed.”
“Evidence!” Du Chuntian barked. “How do you know of 997 cases?”
Shen Mo glanced at him. “You’d not recognize proof if shown. But Mr. Mei from Great Qin would.”
“Show it,” Mei Yansheng ordered.
Shen Mo pressed his chest. A light shot out, revealing a teal-white jade pendant—ordinary yet uncommon.
As puzzled murmurs arose, Shen Mo flicked golden light at the jade.
Teal radiance flooded the hall, revealing a hovering symbol: a crescent blade entwined with a luminous serpent, solemn yet unnerving.
The rune flashed thrice before vanishing.
“What rune is this? Unseen before.”
"Yes, it seemed to be a spiritual weapon and a snake, but that snake looked incredibly powerful, giving off an inexplicable oppressive feeling."
"Exactly. Even when Mr. Mei unleashed his terrifying aura earlier, I managed to stay calm. But after that symbol flashed three times, it felt like all my Soul Power got drained away. One more flash and I might’ve collapsed."
"That teal and white jade can’t be ordinary. It’s at least a top-grade spiritual weapon – nothing else could have such force."
"But does anyone actually recognize where this symbol comes from?"
"Look at Du Chuntian, those two royal city princes, Elder Shi, and the Shadowless Peak Master – they all look completely clueless."
"I wonder if Mr. Mei knows. Didn’t Shen Mo say if Mr. Mei’s really from the Great Qin Empire, he should recognize it?"
The hushed whispers continued. Though people kept their voices low, every expert present could hear the murmurs clearly.
"Mr. Mei…" Du Chuntian’s brow furrowed. These unexpected developments had thrown him off. He stepped closer and whispered, "Remember our agreement. Keeping your promise benefits us all."
Mei Yansheng ignored him completely, staring fixedly at the jade. After what felt like ages, his face suddenly paled as he blurted out:
"Silvermoon Ancient Serpent? This is the Silvermoon Ancient Serpent? You’re from Moon Goddess Palace?"
His voice shook slightly, mixing confusion with barely concealed panic.
"Seems Mr. Mei truly comes from the Great Qin Empire’s heartlands, not some border town, if he recognizes this serpent." Shen Mo’s tone stayed gentle, completely calm.
Mei Yansheng’s face turned corpse-pale. In that moment, all traces of his Golden Core stage majesty vanished, leaving him looking like an ordinary old man.
Silvermoon Ancient Serpent? Moon Goddess Palace? What were these things? What kind of sect could make a Golden Core expert crumble just by flashing a symbol?
The crowd gaped in shock. Even Su Hao and Ye Yun looked stunned.
While others marveled at the serpent and palace, Ye Yun’s mind reeled for different reasons. That scrawny errand boy from years ago – the one who’d barely reached body refinement stage – actually came from Great Qin Empire? And belonged to some mighty sect that could cow Golden Core experts with a mere symbol?
What unimaginably powerful sect could do this?
But Ye Yun’s shock quickly faded, replaced by bitter understanding.
Shen Mo had deceived him all along.
Shen Mo joining Heavenly Sword Sect wasn’t random – it was planned. Even if not malicious, it remained deception.
Ye Yun frowned, exhaling slowly as he threw Shen Mo a complicated look. Their eyes met across the crowd.
Ye Yun saw clear apology and deep concern in Shen Mo’s gaze.
The knot in Ye Yun’s chest loosened. He gave a small nod and half-smile.
Mei Yansheng remained frozen in place.
"Mr. Mei…our agreement…" Du Chuntian pressed closer, voice barely audible.
Mei Yansheng finally stirred. Turning to Du Chuntian, his eyes suddenly blazed with intensity.
"Some dubious Moon Goddess Palace token proves nothing! Since when do their disciples join Heavenly Sword Sect? Your nonsense insults my ears. But I’ll pardon your childish babbling." His icy glare swept over Shen Mo like a blade.
Shen Mo smiled as if expecting this. "I knew you’d say that. If you doubt this token’s origin, test me yourself. If I’m fake, claim your reward. If real…you’ll spend your life running."
Mei Yansheng froze. His murderous intent evaporated, leaving him standing awkwardly.
Moon Goddess Palace…How could it be Moon Goddess Palace?
