Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 95 Zhou Mo’s Dao, Old Southern King’s Resurrection!

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Zhou Mo’s Dao, Old Southern King’s Resurrection!

Soon, another month passed.

And Zhou Mo stayed at the Seven Martial Sect, constantly deep in thought, neglecting sleep and meals, and looking quite haggard.

Finally, one morning, a spark flashed in his mind!

He discovered... he did have a special talent.

He was really good at stealing things!

Ever since he was a child, just thinking about stealing would make his blood boil, and his whole state of mind would improve, his thoughts flowing freely.

He still remembered when he was eight years old, he devised a plan to steal a cousin’s undergarment, and to this day, the matter had never been exposed.

Because just for stealing such a thing, he calculated against twelve people, set up eight consecutive traps, and through three reversals and maneuvers, completely cleared himself of suspicion... it was simply flawless!

However, as he grew up, he began to restrain himself and internally despised such petty behavior.

Theft was, after all, despised by people.

So, in the long years that followed, he abandoned his innate hobbies and talents, and like most people, began to train hard, pursuing so-called grand prospects.

Then he was repeatedly defeated by those gifted individuals, ultimately losing all confidence and accepting his own ordinariness, completely degenerating into mediocrity.

Until he met Qin Chuan!

Under Qin Chuan’s enlightening guidance, he finally had an epiphany.

Life is born extraordinary!

It’s just that most of the time, people abandon their own uniqueness, and how can they not fall into mediocrity?

"The myriad of ways in the world all lead to the same path, and there is a way in theft as well. From now on, I, Zhou Mo, will embark on my own path—the path of the God of Thieves!"

He stood on the mountain peak, silently lifted his head.

"Rumble!"

At this moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, a fierce wind blew, as if the heavens and earth were responding to his will, creating a phenomenon.

But actually, it was not.

Rather... it began to rain.

"Splash!"

Torrential rain fell suddenly, immersing the whole world in a curtain of rain, making everything seem noisy and yet serene.

Zhou Mo stood quietly on the mountain peak, not using energy to shield the rain, but allowing the rain to wash over him, finding an inexplicable euphoria.

"Boom! Crash!"

Thunder rumbled incessantly, and lightning occasionally flashed, illuminating the gray rainy world.

"Lightning?"

Zhou Mo squinted his eyes, suddenly having a bold idea, murmuring, "Can I steal lightning?"

No sooner said than done!

In an instant, countless schemes flooded his mind, and he felt like he was back when he stole the undergarment, his mind crystal clear and confident, as if the entire world belonged to him.

In the Library Pavilion.

Qin Chuan was reading a book when suddenly he heard a loud noise and a shrill scream.

"Ah—"

Qin Chuan turned his head, looked out through the carved windows of the pavilion, and saw a bright light outside with continuous lightning.

He went to the window and saw a silhouette suspended high in the air, with four silver-white lightning bolts binding his limbs, suspending him in the air like being quartered, crackling loudly.

Qin Chuan was stunned.

Suddenly, he remembered a certain joke from his past life, about someone creating this sort of image using software, captioned with—Where is the fellow Daoist undergoing tribulation?

"Hahaha, is that all the power you have? Did you not eat? Let the lightning strike more fiercely!"

And in the air, the figure being struck by lightning, his entire body smoking, remained arrogant, taunting the thundercloud.

"Rumble!"

The thundercloud seemed conscious and angry, the four lightning bolts growing thicker as if to roast this arrogant person.

"Awoo!!"

Zhou Mo let out a wolf’s howl.

Qin Chuan prepared to save him but immediately noticed that this kid seemed unhurt.

This guy was wearing armor, with a layer of insulating material akin to insulating cloth between the armor and his body, and the lightning striking the armor was being channeled by him through a thick gold wire into an iron jar.

"Is he... stealing electricity??"

Qin Chuan was a bit surprised, mainly astonished at how this young fellow had acquired such knowledge of physics.

Who taught him this?

Could it be the legendary self-taught genius?

Long after, the thundercloud seemed exhausted of its Primordial Energy, flickered a few times, then reluctantly dissipated.

Qin Chuan flew into the sky, asking, "What are you going to do with this lightning? With this power, you can’t even kill a Martial Artist of the Heavenly Realm."

"Senior, you don’t understand."

Zhou Mo chuckled, proudly saying, "Although the Power of Lightning isn’t very destructive, it can cause temporary paralysis when unexpected, even for a strong celestial being."

"And this momentary paralysis, if used well, can instantly help someone lighten the load..."

"Lighten the load?" Qin Chuan blinked.

Zhou Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "External objects often weigh people down to the point of suffocation. If I encounter them, I can’t just stand by!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan instantly understood.

So, this guy was planning to steal things!

But this way...

He had taught two people, and now one was a grave robber, and the other a thief. It felt a bit odd.

It didn’t quite fit with his image as a gentleman.

He thought for a moment, then praised, "Who would have thought you were so insightful, finding your path so quickly."

"It’s mainly because of the great teaching, Senior."

Zhou Mo said seriously.

"No need to be humble. In fact, I didn’t do much, just said a few words offhand. It’s your own insight that made you grasp it so quickly."

Qin Chuan declared, resolutely refusing to take the blame!

"In any case, this great kindness from you, Senior, I will never forget!" Zhou Mo said solemnly.

He looked at Qin Chuan with genuine respect in his eyes.

Because Qin Chuan saved his life, guiding him when he was most lost.

This is a grace of rebirth!!

"Hmm, keep these things in your heart, no need to say them out loud, after all, I do not care for these false reputations."

Qin Chuan said nonchalantly.

"Hmm!"

Zhou Mo nodded heavily.

Now, the image of Qin Chuan as a senior in his eyes was firmly established, his words more effective than those of his father.

In truth, he wanted to become Qin Chuan’s disciple, but he feared Qin Chuan wouldn’t accept him, so he didn’t bring it up.

"The Great Dao journey begins with a single step, and you don’t need to stay in the Seven Martial Sect all the time, get out and explore more often. I will inform you when I leave the land of the seven nations."

Qin Chuan said.

"Yes, Senior!"

Zhou Mo’s eyes lit up; he had long been eager to try. Although the land of the seven nations was a bit barren, it wasn’t completely without its opportunities.

After all, it was once an Ancient Battlefield, and there were still many relics, and some families actually held incredible treasures, only they didn’t recognize their value.

Before, he had little interest in the land of the seven nations, and if not for a mischievous friend residing in the Imperial Palace of the Celestial Wind Dynasty, he wouldn’t have come.

But now, his perspective had changed, everything was different.

Looking at the world from a different angle, he felt everything was shining, as if the whole world belonged to him!

He discovered that life is truly beautiful, this world is so fascinating, with hope everywhere.

...

Two days later, a letter arrived from Prince Nan’s Mansion, handwritten by Yang Tu, stating:

"Uncle, my father’s grave exploded, and he seems to have come back to life! Now he is confused, please come quickly!"

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