47: Chapter 47 People who smile often are usually lucky?

One side of the swaying jade pendant was carved with a landscape, while the other side clearly bore the character “Su.”

Su Wan's gaze froze the moment it touched the jade pendant. She carefully took it, her lips trembling violently:

"This... this is..."

"Where did you get this jade pendant?!"

Su Mo looked into her eyes and slowly said:

"Entrusted by a friend, before he left home, he asked me to redeem someone and pass a message to you."

"After your redemption, if you have nowhere to go, you can go to a noodle shop in the south of the city."

Su Wan cradled the jade pendant, her thoughts drifting back to that snowy night.

"What's your friend's name? Is he doing well?"

She asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Su Mo. He's been doing very well these past few years, well-fed and clothed, and he even opened a small noodle shop. Life is quite enjoyable for him."

Tears finally streamed down Su Wan's face as she murmured:

"That's good... that's good..."

"Are you willing to be redeemed by me?"

Hearing this, Su Wan looked up at the madam beside her, then turned to look at the many people behind her, who were laughing and busy with their tasks.

"No need. I... I've gotten used to life here."

She gently placed the jade pendant back into Su Mo's hand, revealing a warm smile.

Su Mo was stunned.

The madam smiled and pushed the silver notes forward:

"Young Master, you see, it's not that I won't let her go..."

"Keep it," Su Mo said indifferently. "Consider this money for her early redemption. If she ever wants to leave in the future, you must not stop her, otherwise..."

Hearing this, the madam subtly tucked the silver notes into her bosom.

"Young Master, what are you saying? The girls are all unfortunate souls; I've always treated them like my own daughters. This is their home. If they have a better place to go, how could this old woman stop them?"

Su Mo said no more, took one last look at Su Wan, and turned to leave... Yellow Three didn't wake up from his bare-walled adobe house until noon.

Rubbing his eyes, he was about to pick up the broken bowl on the table for a drink of water when he noticed a cloth bag tucked under it.

"What is this?!"

Opening the cloth bag, he found a thick stack of thousand-tael silver notes inside!

Yellow Three was stunned for a long time; he had never seen so much money in his life.

"I must be dreaming..."

"Slap! Slap!"

He slapped himself twice hard, his cheeks burning.

"Not a dream?!"

"Money really fell from the sky!!"

Hugging the silver notes, he giggled foolishly for a long time before starting to count them one by one.

"One thousand taels, two thousand taels... thirty thousand taels."

Counting to the end, Yellow Three found a note pressed under the silver notes:

"Buy a mansion, marry a wife, start a small business, and just live your life well. Don't always think about things that aren't there."

"I'll be away for a while. If a woman named Su moves into the noodle shop, please look after her for me."

"—Su Mo."

Yellow Three's hands trembled slightly as he held the note, shouting at the empty room:

"Big Brother! Without you, what about my Dragon-Following Merit!"

...Meanwhile.

Su Mo had already flown straight south for three hours. The enormous shadow cast through the clouds on the ground would only make people think it was a large bird flying by.

Based on the markings on the Tai Xu Qi Guiding Art, Su Mo deduced that the Taixu Sect should be in the south, but he didn't know how far away it was.

Estimating by the speed of a National Grandmaster, it would be at least a million li.

Su Mo maintained his flying altitude while reviewing the Tai Xu Qi Guiding Art to learn new things from old ones.

Although that old National Grandmaster's strength wasn't much, his research into the Qi Cultivation chapter of the Tai Xu Qi Guiding Art was very thorough. Su Mo always had new insights every time he read it.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and an idea appeared in his mind.

Could he Cultivate while flying?

It was like when he copied homework in his previous life; his mind would be thinking about other things, but his hand would automatically write the characters on the paper.

If he mastered it, he might be able to achieve continuous Cultivation for all twelve hours of the day.

A glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and he immediately began to try—

He secretly reinforced the suggestion in his mind that his wings were not his own, but mechanical and moved automatically.

At the same time, he emptied his mind and began to circulate his breathing technique.

Gradually, Su Mo sensed the light spots around him.

Just as he was about to absorb the Spiritual Qi light spots, his body suddenly began to fall.

Su Mo abruptly opened his eyes, flapped his wings again, and regained his balance.

"Too difficult. This is like a battle between the left and right brains, focusing on one thing while neglecting another."

This time, Su Mo changed his approach. He directly increased his flying altitude, stopped flapping his wings, maintained a gliding posture, and performed his breathing technique.

With his four wings fully spread, he used the stable air currents at high altitude to glide. Not only was it effortless, but he could also concentrate ninety-nine percent of his mind on circulating his Cultivation Technique.

Inhale—exhale—

As the breathing technique circulated, the surrounding Spiritual Qi light spots began to appear in Su Mo's perception.

Most miraculously, at high altitudes, the Spiritual Qi was several times purer than on the ground, and the light from the spots was significantly brighter.

Just as Su Mo was about to draw a glowing green Spiritual Qi light spot into his Dantian.

He suddenly felt as if he was being watched.

Su Mo abruptly opened his eyes. Although there was only a vast sea of clouds around him, not even a ghost's shadow, it felt as if a pair of eyes, like maggots on a bone, were staring at his every move.

He stared intently at the surging sea of clouds around him, then his pupils suddenly constricted.

A figure dressed in white, with the Taixu Sect's emblem on his chest, broke through the sea of clouds and appeared before Su Mo.

This person was riding a green Flying Sword, moving incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he went from five li away to five meters above Su Mo.

Only when he got closer did Su Mo clearly see the person's appearance: handsome features, an ethereal immortal-like aura, yet seven-tenths similar to Steward Wang.

Su Mo was greatly alarmed.

'Wang Shixian?!!'

'Damn it! How did I run into this guy!'

'...No, wait... he doesn't know me yet, no need to be too nervous.'

Su Mo immediately relaxed, putting on a harmless smile.

As the saying goes, people who smile often aren't too unlucky.

One doesn't hit a smiling person. No matter what, Wang Shixian wouldn't just attack a stranger for no reason, right?

Wang Shixian's Divine Sense had already perceived Su Mo's presence. When he got closer, he saw Su Mo smiling.

His eyes instantly turned sinister.

"You little demon, dare you mock me for my father's death?"

Passing by Su Mo, Wang Shixian casually unleashed a Sword Qi. Seemingly very confident in his own strength, he continued flying away on his sword without looking back.

"Holy crap! You fu—"

Su Mo's pupils constricted, and he quickly flapped his wings to dodge.

But the Sword Qi was too fast, much faster than that old National Grandmaster's Flying Sword. Su Mo's dynamic vision could only catch a faint trace of its trajectory.

"Swoosh—!"

The Sword Qi arrived in an instant, striking Su Mo in the abdomen.

Su Mo immediately transformed into a bloody meteor, plummeting rapidly from ten thousand feet in the sky!