Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 319: Master Zhi
In Mo Lin’s vision, the edge of his sword turned pitch black.
There was no longer any sense of distance.
No space.
No separation.
In that instant, Yu Xuan stood right before him, as if the Heavens itself had folded so that the slash would land no matter what.
This was not speed.
This was Horizon — the moment where everything in front of the sword ceased to exist.
At the same time, in Yu Xuan’s vision turned monochrome, the world drained of color.
Just black and white.
Mo Lin’s slash was no longer a movement, it was an inevitability, a single decisive line cutting through everything in its path.
Yu Xuan did not dodge.
He did not retreat.
He simply willed his sword.
And slashed.
Red intent erupted, violent and domineering.
Black intent followed, silent and absolute.
The two collided.
There was no sound at first.
Then—
RRRRRIP—!
Space itself shredded.
The collision of intent alone tore open fractures in the air, the isolation formation screaming as it absorbed the backlash.
A blinding radiance exploded outward, swallowing the battlefield whole.
The Yu Clan members watching from afar were forced to shield their eyes.
Even their spirit senses were pushed back violently.
"Mo Lin is too powerful..." Yu Bo muttered, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the space stones.
"I never expected the fight to reach this level," Yu Xueqing said softly, her expression tense.
Lin Fan clenched his fist.
His blood burned, he too wanted to join such fight.
’If only I were there...’
No matter how Mo Lin acted on the surface, this battle proved one thing beyond doubt.
He was a true genius.
And this clash...
It was no longer a spar.
"This is dangerous," Yu Hao said gravely.
"I hope they don’t get injured."
The radiance slowly faded.
Cracks in the ground spread outward like a spiderweb.
The air trembled, heavy with residual sword intent.
And as the light finally dispersed.
Two figures emerged.
Mo Lin was still standing.
Barely. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
His sword arm trembled, his breathing ragged, eyes fixed stubbornly on the figure hovering in the air before him.
Every last strand of Qi within his body had been drained dry.
Yet he had not fallen.
Yu Xuan looked down at him calmly.
Aside from a single shallow scratch on his cheek, his body was completely unharmed.
No blood.
No sign that the clash had pushed him to his limits.
"Really," Yu Xuan said, his lips curling slightly, "not bad."
The words carried no mockery.
They were genuine.
But before Mo Lin could even process them.
A silent mental shock struck him.
It was subtle and unavoidable.
Mo Lin’s pupils dilated for an instant before his consciousness cut out completely.
His body remained upright for half a breath longer, then slumped forward.
Yu Xuan flicked his finger.
Mo Lin’s body froze mid-fall.
Yu Xuan touched his own cheek, glancing at the faint scratch, and smiled faintly as it healed under a shimmer of light.
Then.
White-gold Nirvana Flames bloomed from Yu Xuan’s body.
They wrapped around Mo Lin like a cocoon, mending torn meridians, soothing his exhausted soul, stabilizing his shattered Qi pathways.
From his inventory, Yu Xuan retrieved a peculiar flask — crystal-clear, flash-shaped, with bold lettering etched onto its surface:
[Qi Replenishing Potion ×100]
Without hesitation, he uncorked it and poured the contents into Mo Lin’s mouth.
The number shimmered briefly.
×99
Yu Xuan paused for a moment.
"So this is what it is, like to use external recovery."
He had never used it before, to replenish his Qi.
With Mo Lin now breathing steadily, Yu Xuan lifted him effortlessly and turned toward the others who stood frozen at the edge of the battlefield — faces filled with awe and fighting spirit.
The training ground was silent.
That day, Yu Xuan fought all the other members as well, and by nightfall, Mo Lin literally cried, because his sect points were used for renting the ground.
***
Within a certain hidden realm.
A hamster stood atop a jagged cliff, glaring furiously at the sky while cursing nonstop.
No matter how thoroughly he searched, the thief remained nowhere to be found.
And because of that single individual, his mission completion rate, which had stood proudly at 100% had dropped to 99.99%.
To anyone else, the loss would have been negligible.
To the hamster?
It was catastrophic.
A stain upon his career.
"A single decimal point..." Daoist Burger muttered, his whiskers twitching violently.
His paws clenched.
"MASTER ZHI, EVEN IF YOU DIE OF OLD AGE," he roared, pointing dramatically, "FIND THAT PERSON FIRST, THEN DIE!!!"
Behind him, an old man sat on a rock, looking utterly miserable.
White hair cascaded down his back.
A long beard flowed to his chest.
Eyebrows so thick they completely covered his eyes.
A classic immortal aesthetic.
Yet his face was pale, his breath weak, though his skin shimmered faintly with an unusual luster, proof that appearances were deceiving.
"Xiao Qiu... have some faith in your master." the old man muttered weakly.
Daoist Burger spun around, eyes blazing.
"MASTER, I AM SEEKING JUSTICE!" he shouted.
"MY MISSION RATE IS NO LONGER PERFECT, WAAAAHHHHH!!!"
The cry echoed across the mountains.
The old man sighed deeply.
This disciple of his was usually calm, composed, even aloof.
But ever since this mission failure?
That composure had evaporated entirely.
He had been dragged into this hidden realm against his will, all because of one missing decimal point.
Still.
The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully.
’Whoever managed to trick Xiao Qiu like this... that is someone worth being curious about. Afterall even though he is somewhat silly, he is not easily tricked.’
Slowly, the old man leaned forward.
Placing his hand upon the earth, he scooped up a handful of soil and crushed it between his fingers.
Every action had cause.
Every cause and its effect left behind karma.
And karma...
Never lied.
"Now soil," the old man said softly, his voice suddenly carrying an unfathomable weight, "show me the past."
"Show me what happened here."
The crushed soil shimmered.
And before his unseen eyes, the history of this land began to unfold.
