The process was smooth Mo Wuji only used a few minutes to slide down a distance of almost ten feet. At this place, even with the help of the hazy moonlight, Mo Wuji was able to clearly see the half broken sword.
The hilt of the broken sword was locked to the cliff wall by mottled iron cable locks through it. Perhaps it was due to the long years of erosion from the wind and rain, the colour of this half broken sword was nowhere near as good as the half broken sword that he had obtained from the Traceless Sword Mountain.
Whether the broken sword was good or bad in colour, Mo Wuji did not care about it at all. What he wanted was not the broken sword, he just wanted what was inside the broken sword. Besides, he had no intention of taking away this half broken sword.
Even though the half broken sword was right in front of him, Mo Wuji remained unperturbed and even slowed down a little. This was a habit he had developed from years of doing research, the more he was about to succeed, the more cautious he had to be.
Just when Mo Wuji was less than a metre away from the broken sword, suddenly a powerful force swept over him, the powerful force directly swept Mo Wuji up and then brought him back again heavily. It was as if a gale had swept through, dropping Mo Wuji heavily on top of the cliff wall, even if Mo Wuji was at the 4th level of Pulse Expansion, he was dropped with a mouthful of blood by this, and one of his ribs was instantly broken.
Mo Wuji hurriedly pulled out his sharp knife and inserted it into the gap in the cliff wall. Luckily, this force came and went quickly, and after teaching Mo Wuji just a lesson, it disappeared without a trace.
Mo Wuji took out an elixir from his pocket and swallowed it, sucking in cold air in his heart. Just now, there was clearly no wind whatsoever, and he was swept up on his own.
Thinking about the legend of the Hanging Sword Cliff’s suction, Mo Wuji was even more afraid to be careless. He waited for almost a minute, and only after he was sure that the gale wasn’t coming over, did he slowly go down again.
Two minutes later, Mo Wuji had appeared at the place where the broken swords were levelled. Underneath his feet was still the dark cliff, and Mo Wuji could even feel the eerie cold air coming from below. There seemed to be all sorts of weird calls coming from underneath his feet, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.
Mo Wuji knew that this wasn’t necessarily his hallucination, as a cultivator at the 4th level of Pulse Expansion, although he was untouchable in front of those Immortal Masters, amongst the mortals, he was considered to be a party of strength.
This Hanging Sword Cliff was very eccentric, Mo Wuji carefully lay down on top of the cliff wall and did not immediately reach out to grab the broken sword. Instead, he took out his sharp knife and started digging at the cliff wall, he wanted to dig a place to survive first. In case that sudden curling force came a few times again, even if he didn’t fall to his death, he would be flung to his death by that force on the cliff wall.
What’s more, that legendary suction force hadn’t appeared yet, and once it did, who knew if that rope of his could protect him? This broken sword was placed here, what if he moved it and caused a chain reaction? There is no harm in being careful, at this moment it is still very early to dawn, it is always right to take some extra precautions.
The pointed sword flew up and down, and Mo Wuji’s power at the fourth level of Pulse Expansion quickly dug out a place on the cliff wall for him to curl up.
Doing this kind of thing, the last thing Mo Wuji lacked was patience. The teacher who taught him pharmacology back on Earth had told him that if a person had enough stamina and patience, then he had succeeded in half of his endeavours beforehand, and the remaining half depended on strength. If a person was impatient and eager to get things done, then he would have failed 90% of the time before doing anything, and the remaining 10% would depend on luck.
This sentence had always been kept in Mo Wuji’s mind, and because of this sentence, he had gained a lot of success.
After Mo Wuji had dug a good place to curl up, he then carefully reached out and grabbed the broken sword in his hand.
Everything was calm and quiet, there was no strong suction force that brought him under the cliff, nor was there that wildly curling force that suddenly swept him away just now.
Mo Wuji let out a slight sigh of relief, still propping himself up with one hand at the stone wall where he dug out the cave, while turning the broken sword’s broken end over with one hand.
The hilt of the broken sword was engraved with two vague words, Falling Qu. Yin Shanyin really wasn’t blind, this was indeed Mo Luqu’s sword. The meticulous Mo Wuji soon realised that the two words Falling Qu were carved on later, and the original handwriting seemed to have been covered up. It looked like this sword was not refined by Mo Luqu, it should be that after Mo Luqu obtained it, he liked the sword and engraved his name on it.
There was moss growing all over the break of the broken sword, yet it appeared to be smooth, Mo Wuji carefully picked it with the sharp knife in his hand, just as he had picked the moss away, a kind of raging power swept over.
Even though the cave Mo Wuji dug was very small, this force brought him crashing against the cave wall, almost crushing his arm off.
After this wave of power, an even more powerful force swept over. This time, this force came from underground, a strong and unrivalled suction force directly curled around Mo Wuji, pulling him downwards.
Mo Wuji’s scalp exploded, and he braced himself even harder against the cave wall. It was a good thing that the powerful suction force was only vertically pulling Mo Wuji downwards, otherwise, even if Mo Wuji had used as much strength as he could to hold on to the cave wall, he would have been directly rolled down.
“Ka ……” The sound of Mo Wuji’s left leg bone breaking came, and Mo Wuji even clenched his teeth to hold himself up hard.
He was secretly rejoicing in his heart, if he hadn’t been cautious in digging such a place to save himself, with this terrifying suction force, the rope that he had secured would probably have been pulled up along with the iron stakes, and together they would have been swept into the depths of the Hanging Sword Cliff. Even if it wasn’t pulled up, his body would have been ripped off under this kind of force.
It was only after half an hour that this powerful suction force gradually disappeared, and Mo Wuji once again swallowed an elixir. Rushingly, he used the tip of his blade to pick apart the moss at the broken sword.
The moss at the broken sword was picked apart and it seemed so a flat spot. Mo Wuji carefully used the tip of the blade to pick at the flat spot of the broken sword a few times, and sure enough, a small crack was picked apart by Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji didn’t pick that crack any bigger, instead, he took out a hook and stuck it in, and just once, he used the hook to hook out a roll of thin silk that was exactly the same as the one he was wearing.
Holding back his inner surprise, Mo Wuji put the thin silk into his pocket before restoring the place he picked out back, and when the break could no longer be seen, he restored the moss carefully.
Maybe what he did was useless, but Mo Wuji didn’t care. When doing anything, one must be cautious and meticulous. Sometimes a small carelessness, or something that one thought was impossible, could happen.
This broken sword had been hanging here for an unknown number of years, perhaps no one would pay attention to it for so many more years. Mo Wuji didn’t think so, since he was able to discover that the broken sword had a mystery, it couldn’t be ruled out that there would be others who would similarly discover it.
After doing everything properly, Mo Wuji gently released the broken sword. The moment he let go of the broken sword, the violent power from before reappeared once more. Mo Wuji remained huddled out of the cave he had dug, waiting for this powerful force to disappear.
It was another half an hour before that huge suction force slowly disappeared. Mo Wuji let out a slight sigh of relief and waited for a few more minutes before he tugged on the rope and prepared to leave.
Unfortunately, this cave that he dug out couldn’t be filled back in, otherwise, he would definitely fill this cave up before leaving.
With Mo Wuji’s strength at the 4th level of Pulse Expansion, without the influence of external forces, he tugged on the rope for just a few minutes before he landed on the cliff mountain once again. Putting the rope away once again, Mo Wuji carefully inserted the sharp knife back into his boot.
This sharp knife was something that he had swindled from Hu Fei, and it had already saved his little life many times. Now that Mo Wuji was at the fourth level of Pulse Expansion, he had long since seen that this pointed knife was extraordinary. Although it wasn’t a supreme treasure, it wasn’t something that could be crafted by an ordinary mortal iron shop either.
