Invincible Kungfu Healer

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Nangong Mingzhu had thought that Mo Wen was only an ordinary warrior. However, she now discovered that the youth's background was mysterious. In the ancient martial arts world, there were quite a few people who could recognize those from the Heretic Forces. There were also quite a few who could recognize those from the Ghost Lair. However, few would dare to go up against someone of the Heretic Forces, and refuse to give in.

The youth was very talented and had many treasures. He was possibly from a mysterious and powerful force. After all, ordinary martial arts grandmasters would find it hard to obtain a profound level weapon to defend themselves. Yet, this youth had three profound level weapons. Even she felt respect for him for having such a wide range of weapons.

Chu Yuan was not as impressed. When Mo Wen revealed where he was from, he was also shocked. He had not expected that the youth would dare to behave so flagrantly even though he knew who Chu Yuan was. A person who would dare to fight against someone from the Heretic Forces was either very arrogant or was truly unafraid.

However, no matter what, Chu Yuan could not turn back now. This Mo Wen had called him a dirty dog in front of everyone. He could not bear it. He, Chu Yuan, was considered a rather famous person in the Ghost Lair. This lad, who was barely grown, was as good as looking for death.

Wisps of black fog escaped from Chu Yuan. The moment the black fog appeared, it immediately howled. The sound of ghosts crying and the yelling of aggrieved souls could be heard. A ghostly aura descended, enveloping Mo Wen.

The pupils of all the warriors, even Tan Qiyue and Gao Hanshan, narrowed. It was rare for a warrior to have such power, and it was difficult for warriors to master such peculiar skills.

Hurmph!

Mo Wen snorted coldly. He was certain that Chu Yuan, who was in front of him, was a ghost cultivator amongst immortal cultivators. He had clearly practiced ghost cultivation. However, Chu Yuan's ghost fog could only be considered ordinary. Mo Wen had once seen an even more powerful ghost cultivator whose ghost fog resulted in the death of everything within a ten-mile radius.

A ray of golden light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. The moment the gold light appeared, it struck the ghost fog, which dispersed as soon as it was hit. It was as if the fog was a dark cloud and the ray of light was sunlight shining through it, causing it to dissipate and disappear.

Most of the power of the ghost fog was in the souls it carried in it. The cries and howls of the vengeful spirits were a form of spiritual attack that could cause one's emotions to be flustered and make a person develop hallucinations. Powerful ghost fogs could even drag one's soul into hell. That person would then experience the 18 levels of hell, and suffer a pain worse than death.

Chu Yuan's ghost fog did not have that ability. It did not even have the ability to disturb Mo Wen. Mo Wen's soul power was very strong right now. It was astonishing. It tore through Chu Yuan's ghost fog, which had not affected his mind at all.

"What powerful mental strength!" Nangong Mingzhu was greatly shocked. The mental power that Mo Wen had released shocked even her. Even a martial arts grandmaster would find it difficult to possess such powerful mental power. His powers had surpassed hers, even when she was at the peak of her strength.

A warrior with such terrifyingly powerful mental strength was of extremely high quality. They would just be a slight distance away from the Power of Soul and Will. Even among immortal cultivators, it was rare to have one who could cultivate their mental strength to such a level. It was usually extraordinary Golden Elixir immortal cultivators and immortal cultivators who were about to break into the Primordial Soul Realm who possessed such mental strength. It was terrifying for a young warrior to possess such powerful mental strength.

Chu Yuan was also shocked. His eyes were wide as he looked at Mo Wen incredulously. Ghost cultivators were sensitive towards all types of soul power. He had clearly sensed how powerful Mo Wen's mental strength was when he reached out to dispel his ghost fog.

As a ghost cultivator, Chu Yuan had always thought that his soul cultivation was the strongest amongst all of the humans who came here. There was almost no one whose soul cultivation could compare to his. But now, he suddenly realized that Mo Wen's soul power was even slightly stronger than his.

Among ghost cultivators, he had already surpassed immortal cultivators in the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm. He was equivalent to a martial arts grandmaster among warriors. How was it possible for a young warrior to have a mental cultivation that was even better than his!

There was a flash of purple light and a small purple bell appeared in Mo Wen's hand. It was the Cries of Hades Bell.

"Shake," Mo Wen said softly. The Cries of Hades Bell rang crisply. Then, an invisible ripple spread outwards, enveloping Chu Yuan in mere moments.

Clang!

Chu Yuan's mind shook. It was as if thunder had struck his mind. The pain was so intense that he almost cried out. Everything shook before him and he almost lost his focus momentarily.

However, Chu Yuan was a ghost cultivator and his soul power was immensely strong. He did not lose his focus, but the view before his eyes shook slightly. However, he regained consciousness immediately. A white skull floated from Chu Yuan's body and hung over his head. It released rays of grey light which enveloped him completely.

The grey light was an unknown entity that had the ability to block mental power. Mo Wen's mental power would definitely be reduced once it passed through the grey light.

"Ghost cultivation profound level weapon!"

Chu Yuan breathed in sharply and he stared at the Cries of Hades Bell in Mo Wen's hand. He had not expected Mo Wen to have a Ghost cultivation profound level weapon, and for it to be one that could directly attack souls.

"How did you get a Ghost cultivation profound level weapon? Where did you get it?" Chu Yuan's expression was dark as he yelled loudly at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's Ghost cultivation profound level weapon was a rare treasure. Logically speaking, most of the Ghost cultivation profound level weapons of the world came from the Ghost Lair. Ordinary people would find it hard to make such a Ghost cultivation profound level weapon and would not spend the effort to make such an object.

As such, the Cries of Hades Bell in Mo Wen's hand likely came from the Ghost Lair.

"You dirty dog. You really have a lot of questions. If you want to fight, then fight." Mo Wen moved his finger slightly and a ray of golden light emerged from his Nine Yang finger which was pointed at Chu Yuan. The Nine Yang finger contained the Qi of Nine Yang and was very strong in Yang. It could cause great damage to a ghost immortal cultivator like Chu Yuan.

"You have taken a treasure from the Ghost Lair. I have to kill you." Chu Yuan looked at Mo Wen coldly. A skull ceremonial staff appeared in his hand. It was a low-grade profound level weapon, and it had a terrifying aura.

He pointed the ceremonial staff in front of him and a shield formed by the gathering of white bones appeared before him. The Nine Yang fingers smashed onto the white bone shield and there was a dull clang. Black smoke spiraled from the white bone shield and a large crater appeared. Part of it had been melted by the heat of the Nine Yang fingers.

However, no one knew what kind of abilities the white bone shield possessed. The penetration abilities of the Nine Yang fingers were so strong, but it was unable to breach its defenses.

Then, just as the two were about to continue their fight, the Tower Spirit suddenly spoke. "Congratulations, seven human warriors. You have completed the second task and will enter the third stage soon. At the same time, all of you will receive a top-grade Recovery light as a reward for getting through the second stage." The Tower Spirit's voice had only just appeared when seven rays of light descended from above, shining onto the seven of them.

Mo Wen discovered that he could not walk out of the light that enclosed him within. He could only move around within the ray of light. It was not just him. Everyone else was in the same situation. They were all restrained within the light.

A ray of blue light appeared before each of them. The blue light was brilliant but was not crystalized. It was a top-grade Recovery light. The Tower Spirit would give them a reciprocal reward for each stage they got through. In both stages, the rewards were both top-grade Recovery lights.

After receiving this Recovery light, Mo Wen now had three top-grade Recovery lights, four top-grade Healing lights, and a superb-grade Healing light.

As for medium-grade light tools, Mo Wen did not care much for them anymore. They were things that he could obtain through killing Lord demonic beasts and he would not be in want of them in the future.

The space around them twisted. Then, everyone disappeared from the altar.

When Mo Wen reappeared, the scene before him had completely changed. Before him were verdant trees. The trees that surrounded him were all tall and great, and they extended into the high clouds. All the trees here were ancient. It was as if they had come to a primeval forest that had never been discovered by humans.

Mo Wen's nose twitched slightly. He discovered that there was a salty tang to the wind. It was the sea breeze! Mo Wen had a keen sense of observation with regards to his environment. He immediately noticed that there was wind everywhere. It was probably the sea breeze. Were they close to the sea?

Mo Wen was a little doubtful. He looked around, and then flew into the air. The gravity of this place was similar to the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Those with Golden Elixir Realm cultivations could fly.

Mo Wen flew up to a large tree that was several dozen meters high. He looked into the distance and realized that he could see a glimpse of the sea and the sky. It was a vast expanse of water.

Furthermore, he could see the environment that surrounded them. Mo Wen was now certain that he was on a primeval island in the middle of the sea. This island was neither large nor small, and was probably over ten thousand square kilometers.

Why had the Tower Spirit sent him to this island?

"The third task begins. You only have one task, and that is to survive. You have to survive on this island…" The voice of the Tower spirit rang in the air. Then, waves of information appeared in Mo Wen's mind. They were related to the task this time. Moments later, Mo Wen had received all the information the Tower Spirit sent to him.

"Surviving on this deserted island!" Mo Wen laughed bitterly. He had not expected the third task to be like this. It was too difficult. To survive! It was indeed to survive!

The island was called the Beast King Island, and there were beast kings on this island. Furthermore, all the demonic beasts on the island were beast kings. It was a perverse island where even the lowest-leveled beast was a beast king. It was also likely that there would be terrifying existences that were even more powerful than beast kings.

The seven human warriors had all been sent to this island and they only had one task: to survive. They had to survive on this island for one day and then they would succeed in the third task. There were only three tasks and as long as they could pass this, they would complete the double task. This meant that in the day that followed, they would all live on this island.

"This is too perverse!" Mo Wen scolded to himself. The island was filled with beast kings. This was as good as killing them!