Now, Qin Mo stood in a room surrounded by four stone pillars carved with numerous, complicated soaring dragon patterns. These four pillars supported the entire hall, and three prayer mats laid in the center.
The prayer mats were ordinary as if woven from common weeds. But the oddest thing was the large circle of pale-yellow light enclosing the prayer mats.
In addition to Kong Xiao, there are many other cultivators. Qin Mo even saw a few disciples from Yueqing Sect. These cultivators either stood or sat, scattered throughout the hall. When they spotted Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng, their expressions changed a little.
When Qin Mo swept through the crowd, except for the few disciples of Yueqing Sect, their expression revealed traces of unhappiness. Small doubts appeared in their hearts, but their faces remained silent.
Kong Xiao narrowed his eyes. He sized up the somewhat confused Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng. The corner of his mouth curved upward, and he said, "Qin Mo-xiong, did you also came here to undergo the prayer mat inheritance?"
"The prayer mat inheritance?" Qin Mo's thin lips twitched down a little, and doubt flashed in his eyes.
The way Qin Mo's face responded; Kong Xiao's eyes sparkled. He opened the folded fan in his hand and fanned himself, "The prayer mat inheritance is the most mysterious existence in Huantian's secret territory."
He paused and pointed to the prayer mats in the middle of the hall, "Those are the prayer mat inheritance. Right now, they have not been activated. Once that pale-yellow light disappears, sit atop it, and you will receive an inheritance. This so-called inheritance, not only will it improve cultivation, but it will also present a cultivator with the most suitable skill according to their spirit roots and qualifications, but…"
Kong Xiao's gaze turned and swept across the crowd, "The prayer mat only accepts a cultivator under the age of a hundred, which means…." He closed the fan with a "pa" sound and looked at Qin Mo, "Only cultivators with true talent can sit on these prayer mats."
Qin Mo's eyebrows wrinkled, and Kong Xiao's heart moved. He knew Qin Mo's thoughts. He laughed once and said, "I won't lie to you, this is all recorded on the stone tablet by the door!"
After listening to his explanation, Qin Mo heart immediately understood why everyone in the room carried unpleasant expressions. There are only three prayer mats, but there are many more cultivators under the age of one hundred. Their arrival obviously put pressure on everyone else.
Qin Mo's face remained unchanged. He nodded to Kong Xiao and said, "Many thanks." He understood that Kong Xiao had informed him of this out of kindness, and he was grateful.
Then he glanced at several people following Kong Xiao. Qin Mo's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he walked toward the Yueqing Sect's disciples with Lin Zizheng.
Kong Xiao paused, moving his fan, and the corners of his mouth curled. With some dissatisfaction, he said, "So cold and ruthless! Tossed away once finished!"
Ignoring everyone's eyes on him, Qin Mo went straight to his fellow disciples. These disciples wore expressions of slight embarra.s.sment, and he could guess they had experienced difficulties.
He twirled his fingertips, and several bottles of condensation spirit pills appeared in his hands. He ignored the excited, wors.h.i.+pful gazes of the disciples, placed the condensation spirit pill in their hands and sat on the ground. He meditated on his breathing, his expression indifferent, and only the corner of his mouth raised a little.
Lin Zizheng scanned their surroundings and did not adjust his breathing like Qin Mo. Instead, he stood in front of Qin Mo and blocked the ambiguous gazes around him.
Not far from them stood a group of beautiful women. A woman in white clothes with an even more outstanding appearance lead them. Her eyes lingered at Qin Mo, and her brows knitted. Now that Qin Mo had come too, with the unknown strength of Kong Xiao, she was afraid this prayer mat battle would be extremely intense.
This in mind, she took out a piece of jade slip from her Qiankun bag and pushed her spirit power into it. There was a faint glimmer on the jade slip, and then no further reaction.
The woman's eyebrows knitted tighter after seeing the jade slip's reaction. What happened to Attendant Meng and He? They lost contact with the attendants once they entered the secret territory. Dissatisfaction glimmered in her eyes. When she returned this time, she would report this matter to the sect head. Men were so unreliable.
Time pa.s.sed when suddenly the whole hall shook violently. Qin Mo opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.
The pale-yellow light around the three prayer mats had disappeared. Strangest of all, the originally simple prayer mats now had a bit of golden light around them, giving them a somewhat mysterious air.
Everyone's eyes lit up, then they turned red. They looked warily at the people around them but did not take immediate action. They all knew that whoever went forward would become everyone's target.
The whole hall quieted down.
Qin Mo's eyes flickered a little, and he glanced at Lin Zizheng beside him. Lin Zizheng nodded, and he slowly stood up.
The whole hall was silent, and Qin Mo's movement became everyone's focus.
Even with so many people watching, Qin Mo's footstep remains unurgent and languid as he walked toward the prayer mats.
The moment he approached a prayer mat, someone finally lost their temper. A figure appeared in the oblique direction, blocking Qin Mo's way and glared at his icy face. Their voice trembled but they still said stubbornly, "Qin… Qin Mo, even if you are Yueqing Sect's Ds.h.i.+xing, you shouldn't sieze the prayer mat so directly!"
Since someone came out and blocked Qin Mo, many faces in the crowd turned red, and they came to Qin Mo and shouted in agreement, "That's right! What this brother said is correct, there aren't that many Yueqing Sect here! Why do you get to sieze a prayer mat!"
Listening to their shouting, the disciples of Yueqing Sect quickly came to Qin Mo's side. As the leader looked down upon them, he coldly snorted and said, "Our Ds.h.i.+xiong has the talent!"
Faced with this situation, Kong Xiao narrowed his eyes. Blocked by a few people, who were ready to start trouble, behind him, his tone became unexpectedly cold, "You're all just a bunch of buffoons in the qi refining period!"
The white-clothed woman's footsteps came forward. But when she looked at Qin Mo's indifferent face, she ground her teeth and stopped. She said, "Look again!"
Qin Mo turned and swept his gaze over the crowd in front of him, his tone even, "Then what do you guys want?"