Eleanor’s Peak of Life and Death Chapter 3

Well... since my soul has returned, will my powerful cultivation from my previous life also come back?

Asher Mo mobilized the spell and felt the surge of spiritual power in his body. Although it was abundant, it was not strong. In other words, his cultivation was not inherited.

But it doesn't matter. He is very intelligent and has a high level of understanding. At most, he has to start over again. It's not a big deal. Moreover, rebirth is a great joy. Even if there are some imperfections, it's normal. Asher Mo thought so and quickly put away his darkness and fangs. He looked like a fifteen-year-old boy and happily prepared to return to the sect.

The summer was thick in the suburbs, and occasionally carriages and horses passed by, wheels rolling, but no one would pay attention to Asher Mo, who was only fifteen years old at the time.

Only occasionally would a village woman busy in the fields look up and wipe her sweat when she had time, and if she saw a particularly handsome young man, her eyes would light up and she would stare at him for a few seconds.

Asher Mo also smiled and looked back at them without any hesitation, making those married women blush and lower their heads.

In the evening, Asher Mo arrived at Wuchang Town, which was very close to the summit of life and death. In the twilight, the sun was as red as blood, and the clouds were set against the towering peaks. He felt his stomach and felt a little hungry, so he walked into the restaurant as if he was familiar with the place. He looked at the row of black words on the red background in front of the counter, knocked on the counter, and ordered quickly: "Boss, give me a Bang Bang chicken, a plate of Fuqi Feipian, two catties of Shaoxing wine, and a plate of beef."

There were many people stopping in at this moment, and it was very lively. The storyteller was waving a fan on the stage and telling the story of the peak of life and death. He was very excited and spitting.

Asher Mo requested a private room by the window and ate while listening to people reading books.

"As we all know, our cultivation world is divided into two areas, upper and lower, according to the region. Today we will talk about the most amazing sect in the lower cultivation world, the Summit of Life and Death. Hey, you know, our Wuchang Town was a desolate and turbulent poor town a hundred years ago. Because it was close to the entrance to the ghost world, the villagers did not dare to go out when it got dark. If they had to walk at night, they had to shake the exorcism bell, sprinkle incense ash and paper money, and shout "People come through the mountains, ghosts come through the paper" while passing quickly. But today, it seems that our town is bustling and prosperous, no different from other places, all thanks to the care of the Summit of Life and Death. This fairy residence is unbiased, it is built right at the entrance of the ghost gate, between the two worlds of yin and yang. Although it was established not long ago, but..."

Asher Mo's ears were almost callused from listening to this history, so he began to look out the window absentmindedly with little interest. Coincidentally, there was a stall downstairs, and a few foreigners dressed as Taoist priests were carrying a cage covered with black cloth and performing tricks on the street to make a living.

This is much more interesting than the old gentleman's storytelling.

Asher Mo's attention was drawn to it.

"Take a look, take a look, this is the young Pixiu, an ancient fierce beast, which was subdued by us. Now it is as obedient as a child, and can do acrobatics and arithmetic! It is not easy to be a hero, those who have money can support it with money, and those who don't have money can support it with their presence, to see the first good show - Pixiu uses abacus!"

The Taoists lifted the black cloth and found several monsters with human faces and bear bodies locked in the cage.

Asher Mo: ...

These humble, docile, furry bear cubs? ? You dare to call them Pixiu? ? ?

This guy is really exaggerating. Anyone who believes him is a fool.

But Asher Mo soon opened his eyes. Twenty or thirty stupid people gathered around them to watch the show, cheering and clapping from time to time. It was so lively that even the people in the restaurant couldn't help but stick their heads out to watch, making the storyteller very embarrassed.

"The current Lord of the Peak of Life and Death is so famous and renowned that his reputation spreads far and wide---"

"Okay!! One more paragraph!!!"

The storyteller was greatly encouraged and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw that the guest's face was flushed and extremely excited, but it was obvious that he was not looking at him, but at the circus stall downstairs.

"Hey, is Pixiu using an abacus?"

"Oh my, that's amazing!"

"Good! Wonderful! Let's perform the Pixiu throwing apples again!"

The people in the building burst into laughter and gathered at the window to watch the excitement below. The storyteller continued to tell the story pitifully: "The most famous thing about the master is his fan. He..."

"Ahahahaha, the Pixiu with the lightest fur is trying to grab the apple. Look, it's rolling on the ground!"

The storyteller wiped his face with a towel, his lips trembling with anger.

Asher Mo pursed his lips, smiled, and called out slowly from behind the beaded curtain: "Don't talk about the peak of life and death, let's do a piece of "Eighteen Touches", I guarantee that they will be brought back."

The storyteller didn't know that the person behind the curtain was none other than Young Master Asher Mo from the Peak of Life and Death. He stammered with great dignity, "Rough, vulgar words are not worthy of being heard in a refined hall."

Asher Mo laughed and said, "You think this is a refined place? You are not embarrassed at all."

After saying this, he suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

"Oh! What a fast horse!"

"He must be the immortal king at the pinnacle of life and death!"

Amidst the discussions, a black horse came galloping from the direction of the Peak of Life and Death and rushed into the circus like lightning!

There were two people sitting on the horses. One was wearing a black hat and a black cloak, which covered him tightly so that his age and gender could not be identified. The other was a woman in her thirties or forties, with clumsy hands and feet and a weather-beaten face.

The woman burst into tears when she saw the bears. She rolled off her horse, stumbled over, hugged one of the bears, and knelt down and wailed: "My son!!! My son---"

Everyone around was stunned. Someone scratched his head and muttered, "Huh? Isn't this the cub of the ancient mythical beast Pixiu? Why does this woman call it a child?"

"Could this be a female Pixiu?"

"Oh, so amazing, this female has even transformed into a human form."

The villagers here were ignorant and were talking nonsense over there, but Asher Mo figured it out.

According to legend, some Taoist priests would kidnap children, pull out their tongues so that they could not speak, and then scald the children's skin with boiling water. While the children were still bloody, they would stick animal skins on them. After the blood solidified, the fur and the children would stick together, making them look like monsters. These children could not speak or write, so they could only allow themselves to be bullied and perform acrobatics such as "Pixiu using an abacus". If they resisted, they would be beaten with sticks.

No wonder he couldn't sense any demonic energy before, these "pixiu" are not demons at all, but living people...

While he was still thinking, the man in the black cloak whispered something to the Taoist priests. Upon hearing what he said, the Taoist priests became furious and shouted, "Apologize? Doesn't your grandfather know how to write the word 'apology'?" "What's so great about the Peak of Life and Death?" "Mind your own business! Beat you up!" They rushed over and were about to beat up the man in the black cloak.

"Ouch."

Seeing his fellow disciples being beaten, Asher Mo laughed softly, "So fierce."

He had no intention of helping. In his previous life, he particularly hated the atmosphere of his own sect, where people would help others when they saw injustice. They all rushed forward like fools, and even asked them to help Aunt Wang's cat at the entrance of the village when it couldn't get down from a tree. From the head of the sect to the servants, everyone was stupid.

There are so many unfair things in the world. Why bother with them? It will make you tired to death.

"The fight has begun! The fight has begun! Hey! What a powerful punch!"

People from all over the restaurant gathered around to join in the fun.

"So many people beating up one person, how shameless!"

"My Lord, please be careful behind you! Oops! That was close! Wow, wow, wow---"

"That's a good move!"

These people like to watch fights, but Asher Mo doesn't like to watch them. He has seen too many bloody storms, and what happened under his nose is like the buzzing of flies to him. He lazily brushed off the peanut crumbs on his clothes and stood up to leave.

After going downstairs, the Taoists were fighting with the black cloaked man, sword energy was whizzing, Asher Mo folded his arms, leaning against the door of the tavern, just a glance, and couldn't help but sigh.

Shameful.

Each of the men at the top of life and death was fierce and brave enough to fight ten people at once, but the man in the black cloak was not very good at fighting. He was pulled off his horse by those Taoist priests, who surrounded him and kicked him hard, but they still did not use any brutal force.

Instead, he weakly shouted: "A gentleman should act with his hands, not with his mouth. Why don't you listen to me when I talk to you about reason?!"

Taoists: ...

Asher Mo: ...

What are the Taoists thinking? This guy has been beaten into such a state, and he still wants to be a gentleman with words instead of fists? This is a head filled with steamed buns, is there no filling?

Asher Mo's face suddenly changed, and for a moment he felt dizzy. He held his breath and opened his eyes wide in disbelief - this voice...

"Jasper Shi!" Asher Mo shouted as he rushed up, filling his palm with spiritual power and sending out a blow, which shook away all five evil Taoists! He knelt on the ground, lifted up his black cloak covered with muddy footprints, and couldn't help but tremble slightly in his voice--- "Jasper Shi, is that you?"