Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 349 - 184: Legacy_2

"From the language in that letter, this Secret Message Box seems to have a significant connection with the Ziyang Sect.

"And yet, the Ziyang Sect is intricately linked with the Su family...

"All of this, why do I feel that it’s all too coincidental to be a coincidence?"

After listening, Su Mo’s expression was somewhat funny: "Cherished and valued?"

"Hmm?"

Yang Xiaoyun looked at him: "What’s wrong?"

"Do you really think that digging a hole in the room counts as cherishing and valuing something?"

Su Mo’s brow slightly raised: "Follow me."

Yang Xiaoyun followed Su Mo with a bit of confusion and jumped back into the hole.

The candle was still burning, dimly illuminating the entire secret chamber.

Yang Xiaoyun looked around: "The room isn’t very big."

"He did it all by himself, after all. It couldn’t possibly be any bigger."

After saying this, Su Mo walked to the stone table and said to Yang Xiaoyun: "Would Sister Yun like to take a look?"

"Is there something wrong with this table?"

Yang Xiaoyun casually pressed down on the table and then lifted it, then looked at Su Mo with a hint of confusion.

"It’s fixed to the ground."

Su Mo said.

"...Hmm?"

Yang Xiaoyun tried again, realizing that the table was indeed connected to the ground, the lower half deeply embedded.

For a moment, her brow slightly furrowed: "Stone tables are heavy to begin with, and the floor is flat without any unevenness, there’s no need to embed it into the ground... Is there something odd about this table?"

"Exactly."

Su Mo nodded: "Shall we look for it together?"

"Why not give it a try?"

Yang Xiaoyun smiled and carefully examined the table with Su Mo.

It was dark underneath the table, and Yang Xiaoyun even took down the candlestick. Finally, at the bottom of the stone table, they found a movable bas-relief.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged glances and then gently pushed it.

A clicking sound was heard...

And then, nothing happened.

"This..."

For a moment, Yang Xiaoyun was somewhat dejected: "My father always said that Uncle Su was a man with an imposing presence, but now it seems that what he said doesn’t quite match up?"

"Duan Song was extremely wary of my father, saying he was always elusive and unpredictable...

"I initially thought he was exaggerating, but now it seems that it might not be false."

Su Mo’s mouth twitched slightly, looking at the scene before him, it almost felt like playing a secret chamber escape game.

Crouching on the ground, with his hand on the table surface, he was just about to stand up... but as his palm slid slightly, he suddenly heard the sound of a mechanical contraption being triggered.

"Hmm?"

Su Mo was startled and wasn’t in a rush to get up, gently pushing with his hand, and indeed, the entire table surface could rotate.

And as he rotated the table surface with his palm, what appeared to be just engraved patterns suddenly cracked open, revealing a four-cornered cavity.

Beneath the cavity, a platform gradually rose, and on it... there was another box.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun silently watched this box, and after exchanging a glance, Su Mo reached out and took it, opening it effortlessly.

This time, there were three items inside.

After looking at the first two items, Su Mo didn’t find anything particularly surprising; they were a letter and a book.

But the last item caused Su Mo’s brow to furrow.

It was a piece of a broken sword, with a snake twisting around the hilt, the fierce snake head’s venomous fangs fully displayed, as if ready to bite someone.

"Snake Head Sword!"

Yang Xiaoyun’s face changed: "Xiao Mo... Uncle Su indeed followed the trail of these people later!"

Su Mo nodded gently.

Back in the day in Cangfeng Valley, Yang Yizhi had mentioned that.

Before Su Mo’s grandfather passed away, he had handed a mark to Su Tianyang, who then took it to the Ziyang Sect.

And that mark was a Snake Head Sword.

Unexpectedly, half of it was found by Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun in the secret chamber built solely by Su Tianyang’s hands.

Su Mo carefully picked up the broken sword and inspected it closely.

At the broken edge of the blade, the remaining sharpness was imposing, and at the Snake Mouth, the poison tooth was ferociously visible, its sharp teeth eerily unsettling.

Su Mo’s brow slightly wrinkled: "It’s not surprising that he managed to investigate the Snake Head Sword. Before my grandfather’s death, he asked him to deliver the mark to the Ziyang Sect, and the sect may have conducted an investigation... Using this clue to find it is not strange.

"But, why leave this broken sword here?"

Yang Xiaoyun shook her head and picked up the letter: "There’s no handwriting on this envelope..."

"Perhaps it’s because they didn’t know who would find this place."

Su Mo shook his head slightly, opened the envelope, and pulled out the letter inside, unfolding it with a flick of his hand.

With the light of the candle, he read it over momentarily, then frowned slightly and read it word by word:

"Years in Jianghu pass by, and earthly winds and rains scatter.

"I, Su Tianyang, was sent to the Ziyang Sect by my father at the age of five to learn martial arts.

"Facing imminent disaster and not wanting my learning to be lost, I hereby leave these words for someone destined.

"If the descendant or disciple who sees this letter is not a member of my Su family, they may also learn my martial arts and be considered my disciple.

"However, as all I have learned comes from the sect, anyone who inherits my legacy should aid the sect if it faces danger.

"I also have a son named Su Mo—unambitious and untalented. Should the disciple who inherits this find my son still alive, please take care of him. It would be most appreciated, fulfilling the bond of master and disciple."