“In that case, Senior, could you also give me the other two…?” Su Mo pushed his luck.
“Dream on.”
“But I’m your successor! You wouldn’t want your heir to be too weak, would you?”
“Shut up!”
Su Mo obediently clamped his mouth shut, not daring to argue.
That’s more like it.
Yazi (the mythical dragon) nodded in satisfaction.
Under its control, the red light gradually condensed into a single character—Su Mo immediately recognized it as the word “Rage.”
“This is the Rage Technique from the Seven Emotions Secret Art, my signature combat skill. When activated, it boosts your combat power by 2 to 5 times, depending on your mastery.”
Holy crap.
Su Mo was stunned.
2 to 5 times… What kind of concept is that?
Even at just double the power, it wasn’t a simple case of 1 + 1 = 2—used well, it could even be equivalent to 3.
Truly fitting for Yazi, born for battle.
The large “Rage” character shrank into a tiny point and vanished into Su Mo’s forehead. At the same time, a surge of anger rose in his heart, similar to when his eyes turned red—but this time, the boost was far greater, while the negative emotional influence was significantly reduced.
“At your current level of comprehension, the multiplier is exactly two. Once you can completely rid yourself of the negative effects and fully convert this rage into pure power, you’ll have mastered the Rage Technique. By then, challenging opponents above your level won’t just be a dream.”
Su Mo nodded in agreement, though inwardly, he muttered: I can already fight above my level—it’s never been a dream…
“Thank you, Senior, for imparting this secret art. I will ensure your legacy shines brightly,” Su Mo said sincerely.
Yazi was pleased with his attitude: “Not arrogant, steady in character, ruthless when needed—you remind me of my younger self.”
“By the way,” Su Mo suddenly added, “I’ve heard the roars of two creatures before, ones that could influence emotions—similar to this Rage Technique. Could you enlighten me on that, Senior?”
“Oh, those two?” Yazi sounded annoyed. “Back then, I took on two disciples for fun, but their talent was so poor they only grasped a fraction of my art.”
Its irritation grew: “One only learned how to amplify power but couldn’t grasp emotional influence. The other managed both but couldn’t target it precisely—just indiscriminate area effects. Ugh, utterly disappointing…”
Huh… So that’s how it is.
Su Mo hadn’t expected that explanation, but it made sense.
Truly, the world is full of wonders.
“Then…” Su Mo’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “If I fully master the Rage Technique, could I selectively influence emotions—or empower whoever I want?”
Yazi shot him a look. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. That’s the ultimate form of the Rage Technique. Focus on mastering the basics first.”
Su Mo happily agreed, already daydreaming.
“If you have any other questions, ask now. I’ll answer them all.”
“Senior, what form are you in right now? Your true body? Or a clone?”
“Just a remnant of divine will. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be trapped here.”
“Divine will?” Su Mo gasped. “Even a fragment is this powerful? How strong must your true form be…”
Yazi replied proudly: “In my prime, I was a war deity. But alas… Some things are better left unsaid. Too painful to revisit…”
Noticing its melancholy, Su Mo wisely stayed quiet, waiting for it to speak again.
“Alright, if there’s nothing else, it’s time for you to go.”
Su Mo: “W—”
Before he could finish, he was ejected from the special space, reappearing at the temple entrance. The Yazi in the sky had vanished, returning to its place inside the hall.
The others had also just been sent out.
Su Mo immediately put on a dejected expression. Seeing this, Xia Qingqing quickly took his hand to comfort him: “It’s okay. Judging by everyone’s faces, no one got the inheritance. Don’t be upset.”
“Ah…” Su Mo sighed dramatically. “I just feel so close! It was right there!”
His flawless acting fooled everyone—except Yaxian, who eyed him skeptically. “You’re not pretending to be disappointed after actually getting it, are you? Senior Yazi is still in the temple. Do you really think you can lie to it?”
Su Mo glared at him in “anger.” “Why are you always targeting me? So what if I burned two of your fingers? I’ll replace them with silicone ones—guaranteed more realistic than your current ones.”
Yaxian: Stay elegant… Stay elegant…
“Whether you got the inheritance or not, one test will prove it.” Yaxian suddenly appeared before him, pressing a finger to Su Mo’s forehead. A tiny red dot appeared. “Don’t even think of running. Under the influence of my spatial artifact, none of the Beidou Sect’s teleportation tricks will work.”
Su Mo’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t resist.
“I wasn’t planning to run. No need for this,” he said truthfully.
“I can’t take that risk.”
“You just said you weren’t afraid of me escaping.”
Yaxian ignored him.
“I have one last request, Senior Yaxian.” Su Mo glanced at Xia Qingqing and the others. “Take me, but leave them alone.”
After a brief hesitation, Yaxian nodded. “Fine.”
This time, Wu Heng didn’t argue. He gave Su Mo a deep look before crushing a spatial teleportation stone.
Huo Jingshu knew staying would be pointless and reluctantly left as well.
Only Xia Qingqing refused, crying and clinging to Su Mo—until Luo Xiu knocked her out with a chop to the neck and carried her away from the ruins.
“Your friends aren’t as loyal as you thought, leaving just like that.”
Su Mo smirked. “Someone like you would never understand what true friendship means.”
The foreigner nearby chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?”
“If you want to laugh, just laugh. No need to hold back,” the foreigner said earnestly.
Over the next few days, Su Mo followed Yaxian and the foreigner as they scoured the ruins for other treasures.
Because of the Yazi inheritance, the two argued constantly—mostly over how to split it.
There was only one inheritance. Who should get it?
Their original agreement was to share spoils equally, but who knew the treasure would be a legacy?
It wasn’t impossible for both to learn it, but inheritances were best kept secret. Neither was willing to compromise.
The foreigner even suspected Yaxian had already taken it for himself and was using Su Mo as a decoy to avoid sharing.
The two schemed against each other the entire way, while Su Mo happily enjoyed the drama.
What else is there to do? Might as well be entertained.
He wasn’t worried about his safety—first, because of the inheritance, and second, because Yaxian had leverage over him. There was no need for violence, so Su Mo stayed bold.
As for why Yaxian let the others go, Su Mo guessed it was because of the foreigner.
With Xia Qingqing and the rest gone, the foreigner couldn’t threaten Su Mo—only Yaxian held the cards now.
As for why Yaxian was so sure the inheritance was with Su Mo…
Maybe it’s because I stand out.
People always pinned the unexplainable on the most unusual one present.
Gotta admit, Yaxian has good taste.