Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1138: With a Big Fist, Anything Goes

It was the same Daoist spell, but this time executed more subtly… The two Management Bureau agents guarding the door didn’t even realize they had fallen under the technique before their consciousness slipped away, and they slumped down against the wall.

Mo Mo arrived at the sealed door.

He didn’t push it open right away. Instead, he placed his palm gently on the door.

He could clearly sense the thick hatred radiating from within the room… A hatred that once terrified him so much, he not only stopped moving forward, he even backed away.

Mo Mo took a deep breath, and with a light pull of his hand, the sealing talisman came off easily… His power hadn’t increased; what had changed after two lifetimes of reincarnation was his state of mind.

But as Senior Luo had said, everything he experienced was constructed based on his original foundation… Mo Mo didn’t believe it was an illusion. To call it an illusion would be to underestimate Senior Luo’s methods.

He and Ye Fei had lived through fifteen years together. The people they met, the events they experienced, the development of the entire world—step by step… it couldn’t possibly have been built by any illusion.

This went beyond the limits of illusion—it was a true Divine Skill. Having once reached the Enlightened Dao Realm within the reincarnation, Mo Mo understood clearly: this was true Divine Skill in action.

Even if it cost him thirty years of his lifespan, just to experience such a Divine Skill once—it was absolutely worth it. That was the only way he could justify it to himself.

As the seal fell away, Mo Mo pushed the door open. A powerful gust of wind rushed out, blowing his hair back—it was a sudden release, and then it calmed again.It was the residue of rage, hatred, and resentment from the wounded Demon inside… like boiling steam bursting through a weak point.

A low beast-like growl filled every corner of the room. Light from outside cast a long beam that landed directly on the battered Demon within.

It raised its head and looked at Mo Mo walking toward it. There was a trace of surprise on its face—because just an hour ago, this same young Daoist had panicked and fled before it.

“What are you here for again?” it frowned.

Seeing Mo Mo again, it felt… like facing a completely different person.

Demons are far more sensitive to the aura of living beings than humans are… scent, spirit, eyes—these were the real indicators they used to judge humans.

Everything about this human was the same… yet somehow he felt entirely different.

It was even surprised by the calm that shouldn't have been on this young Daoist’s face… It reminded the Demon of the old warriors who were dedicated to their cause just as it was.

In Mo Mo, it saw something it too possessed—something essential for a Daoist to reach the Enlightened Dao Realm, or a Demon to evolve into a Great Demon.

Conviction.

Mo Mo stood before it, showing no fear or hostility. As if speaking to a stranger who felt familiar, he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Du Lin.”

That was the battered Demon’s name.

“Mo Mo,” he nodded. “That’s my name.”

Du Lin sneered, scanning him up and down. “Composed, huh? Good act. You Daoists really care about mindset, don’t you? Fall down where you fell, climb up the same place? Let me give you some advice—stop dreaming. Someone like you—trembling with fear, lost, still pretending to be calm, trying to face me to break through your limits? The idea isn’t wrong, but you’re too early. Come back in five or ten years—maybe you’ll have a shot then.”

“I’ve already lived through it,” Mo Mo said calmly, his voice like a cold still pool in a deep valley.

“Lived through what?” Du Lin frowned, finding it hard not to admire the young Daoist’s focus.

Mo Mo looked at his palm and whispered, “Wanting to save someone but being powerless… watching everything happen right in front of me. Laughing at my own cowardice, weakness, and helplessness.”

“You brat…” Du Lin paused. “What did you do in that past hour?”

“I lived two lifetimes.”

Du Lin’s jaw dropped in shock.

Mo Mo smiled faintly, a shadow of sadness in his expression.

He looked at Du Lin, and said solemnly, “Du Lin, I’m sorry for what happened to you, but I’m not here to do anything to you. I’m not here to kill you, nor to let you go… Let’s be fair. Humans have killed many of your kind, and you’ve killed many humans. A life for a life—what remains, you’ll judge yourself, and others will judge too… I’ve said all I needed.”

Mo Mo turned and left, leaving behind a conflicted Du Lin.

Just as he was about to step out and reseal the door, Du Lin lunged forward. The shackles clanged violently from the force.

“If it were you—what would you do?! What could you do?! Tell me!!”

Its eyes widened in rage, expression twisted.

“I wouldn’t stop hating. I wouldn’t stop being angry. I wouldn’t stop resenting…” Mo Mo met its eyes. “I never denied the power of evil. I have no ability to rid the world of injustice. If I can’t reach it, I can’t save it… But what I can do is save those I can reach.”

He shut the door. “This is where you should remain.”

Whether Du Lin heard those final words or not, Mo Mo didn’t care. What mattered to him… was something else.

Mo Mo exhaled slowly and turned to face the courtyard ahead—where a silent figure had appeared without a sound.

Blue robes. Bronze mask. Hands behind his back.

Mo Mo looked at the figure calmly and asked, “Are you Lai Caisheng, or the 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart?”

…

The man in blue robes and bronze mask stared at Mo Mo for a while—ever since he asked the question.

“You’ve changed,” the man said hoarsely—not Lai Caisheng’s voice. “In such a short time, your power hasn’t grown, but your state of mind… it’s entered a whole new level. Rare, very rare. I was right to choose you—you were worth keeping around.”

“71st Generation of Heavenly Heart,” Mo Mo stepped out from the corridor to just three meters away. “The Daoists, Demons, and Management Bureau of Croaching Dragon Estate have all been mobilized. This place is nothing but an empty city… If you came to rescue Du Lin, you picked a good time. But what’s your real goal?”

The masked man slowly removed his bronze mask, revealing a pale, aged face. “It seems something extraordinary—perhaps even beyond comprehension—has happened to you. But we call that a fated opportunity… and it’s precious. The fact that you encountered it proves your fate is strong. As the saying goes, ‘Heaven never seals all paths.’ Though spiritual energy is declining and Daoists and Demons are at a dead end, a sliver of hope remains. Mo Mo, do you want to fight for that sliver of hope with me?”

“Your disciple made the same offer before,” Mo Mo said with a faint smile. “Now the apprentice has invited me, and the master shows up too. Seems both of you really fancy me, huh?”

“I like talented people—geniuses,” the 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart said as he gently spread his hands. “Only they are qualified to fight for that sliver of hope. This world is a great furnace—only the essence survives, and the dregs are always destined to be burned away. A new era needs exceptional guides… Come, join me, and become a guide of the new age!”

“And what about Du Lin?” Mo Mo asked. “Du Lin inside, and the others like him—Daoists and Demons—what are they to you?”

“The foundation,” the 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart replied solemnly. “They are the foundation upon which the new era will be built—the best, the greatest foundation.”

Mo Mo shook his head. “The Heavenly Dao turns in cycles. Daoists and Demons rise and fall. Humanity flourishes and fades. Since you’re the previous generation’s Heavenly Heart from the Plain-Clothed Dao, have you never thought of this? Even if you manage to revive spiritual energy and restart the Daoist and Demon era—then what? Can you wipe out humanity? Wiping out humanity would destroy the very basis of the path to immortality. It has to remain. But if it remains, eventually, it will rise again. And then what? Will you reignite the earth’s spiritual energy all over again? Will you live long enough to see that time?”

The 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart narrowed his eyes. His outstretched hands slowly lowered.

Mo Mo sighed. “You can’t. No one can guarantee that. It’s better to go with the flow. What must be destroyed will be destroyed eventually. And what is meant to revive… will naturally revive. Yin and yang coexist. All things reverse. If you can’t comprehend this, then no matter how strong your magic or how high your cultivation—even if you can fight Enlightened Dao Realm cultivators—you’re still just stuck at the Dao Seeking Level. You’ll never break through.”

“You… what realm are you at now?” The 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes.

“I don’t know either,” Mo Mo shook his head. “At the very least, I’m sure my cultivation isn’t as high as yours… That’s enough talk. You have conviction, yes—but it leans more toward obsession. Still, maybe that obsession can become the seed of your enlightenment. Since that’s the case, I won’t debate further. Let’s compete in something else… Are you here to rescue Du Lin, or is there another reason?”

The 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart chuckled softly. “If a brilliant genius doesn’t become a guide, they’re bound to become a destroyer of foundations… What a pity. Right now, I see you as dangerous enough that I must kill you.”

Mo Mo shook his head. With a casual wave, a pitch-black wooden sword floated up from his palm.

“Actually, I’ve grasped another truth—simple, but brutal.”

“Oh?”

“All this talking is meaningless,” Mo Mo said calmly. “In the end, might makes right. 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart, enough chatter. Time to beat you up, knock your worldview straight—and then we’ll talk!”

Mo Mo struck.

On the black wooden sword, wind and thunder roared—shaking the land for miles.

In an instant, lightning exploded across the Croaching Dragon Estate!

“Boundless Heaven and Earth, borrow the laws of Heaven and Earth… Thunder God's Edict, Divine Sky Lightning!”

The skies changed.

“Divine Sky Lightning… the most profound lightning spell from Dragon-Tiger Mountain. You’ve only cultivated for twenty years at best. Trying to cast this? Aren’t you afraid of backlash?”

“Worry about yourself first! Don’t bleed all over the place and pollute the environment!”

…

Not far away, Nero was chewing on honey wax, licking the stickiness off her fingers. She gave an excited “Ooh!” and said, “This Justice Bro’s gotten stronger, huh… Boss, did you cheat for him?”

“In the Eastern cultivation systems, it seems state of mind is the hardest to cultivate. A very unique system—strength doesn’t decide everything.” Luo Qiu glanced over and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to her. “Wipe your hands.”

“Okay~” Nero obediently took it, then suddenly said, “But… I get the feeling this Justice Bro really looks up to you, Boss.”

“How so?” Luo Qiu asked curiously.

Nero squinted. “Don’t you think… the way he talks is starting to sound like you?”

Luo Qiu paused, then turned to watch the duel again. As for Nero… she was already climbing the tree again for more honey wax.

“There shouldn’t be this much honey in winter. That last one was already the whole nest,” Luo Qiu muttered.

Nero blinked and jumped back down, a few leaves stuck in her hair. She looked pitiful.

“Boss, I want more…”

“When I rebuilt your Black Soul body,” Luo Qiu said flatly, “I’m pretty sure I didn’t rebuild your personality or add any weird thoughts.”

“I yield to strength,” Nero replied with a grin.

“Fair enough… Then why are you so obsessed with eating?”

“To survive,” Nero said calmly. “I could eat anything—stale bread, muddy water, even dead bugs. As long as I could eat, I could live. But now… even without eating, I can survive. I’m just not used to it.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Luo Qiu nodded, opened his palm again, and offered another fresh piece of honey wax. “There’s one more hive nearby. Once this one’s gone, that’s it.”

“Heh.” Nero snatched it quickly and slung an arm around Boss Luo’s shoulder with a sly grin. “So, Boss… didn’t I just give you a ten out of ten moment back there~?”

She bit into the honey wax—only to almost break her teeth.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Oh, right—forgot to mention. It’s been sitting too long. Probably gone bad.” Luo Qiu replied casually.

“…Boss, you cheapskate!!”

In the midst of her frustration, a figure slowly descended from the stormy sky.

It was the 71st Generation of Heavenly Heart.

(End of Chapter)