Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 733 - 554: True Person of Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 733: Chapter 554: True Person of Qingcheng Mountain

"Please keep your sorrow in check and adapt to the changes."

Su Ding said to Wang Yang, the hunters started digging a hole for Wu Mo’s grave after they left the mountain.

As for the seventh-day memorial ritual, most commoners in this world can hardly fill their bellies, let alone anything else, and Wang Yang is no ordinary child, so he naturally understood that doing so was meaningless. Besides, he believed that he could bring Wu Mo back one day.

"There’s no need to say more."

Wang Yang shook his head, and the only thought in his heart was that Qin Han was working in the City of Unjust Death, meaning Wu Mo was killed as part of someone’s scheme.

Whether Su Ding was the person who killed Wu Mo or not, Wang Yang, of course, understood that it was not appropriate to ask directly.

Even if he did ask directly, the other party would certainly not admit it.

"Alas, Wang Yang, why don’t you come and stay at my home? Tomorrow happens to be the day when the True Person of Qingcheng Mountain comes to the village. We are planning to offer the large python to the True Person of Qingcheng Mountain in hopes that you can be taken into the Exorcists."

Su Ding sighed. Although he was reluctant to part with the large python, he owed Wang Yang after all and felt it wasn’t his place to say more.

Wang Yang didn’t refuse but nodded instead. Although he suspected Su Ding, it now seemed unlikely. While Su Ding showed regret, he projected no other intentions.

After all, if it really were Su Ding, there would be absolutely no need for him to seek out Wang Yang or to kill him.

So Su Ding could even be considered forthright. However, each time Wang Yang asked about Wu Mo’s cause of death, Su Ding would give perfunctory answers and showed no intention of revealing the truth to Wang Yang.

This caused Wang Yang some annoyance, and so he naturally began to suspect the other hunters.

Since they went together, and Wu Mo was dead with another injured.

The other hunters show no fluctuations in their eyes, seemingly indifferent, unless someone else had also gone.

The reason Su Ding didn’t speak up was very simple: he knew the truth, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he refrained from telling Wang Yang, who was still young, thinking that Wang Yang would naturally forget in time.

He attributed Wu Mo’s death to the large python, so that Wang Yang wouldn’t harbor too much resentment. Wang Yang guessed that the culprit was probably too afraid to show up.

Wang Yang didn’t see which individuals had entered the mountains to hunt the large python that day, so the matter remained unresolved.

At the very least, Wang Yang himself wouldn’t let the matter rest so easily. After some time, when he had the ability to utilize mana to bring Wu Mo back to life, the truth would naturally come to light.

Seeing that Wang Yang’s face showed no expression, Su Ding breathed a sigh of relief; after all, it was best that he wasn’t fixated on the matter, considering even Lu Hai had a family with wife and children at home.

Now that Wu Mo was dead, there was nothing to be done; after all, Su Ding couldn’t just kill Lu Hai, as that would make things even murkier.

Wang Yang shook his head and didn’t continue the conversation, nor did he stay. Instead, he walked directly toward his own wooden house.

Seeing this, Su Ding’s face showed helplessness; Wu Mo’s death was, truthfully, partly his responsibility. Human hearts are unpredictable, who would have known that Lu Hai would do such a thing.

Wang Yang returned home and first took out the jade pendant and silk cloth that Wu Mo had entrusted to him last. Although he had known he wasn’t his biological child, holding these two items still stirred a different kind of gratitude in him.

This feeling was brought about by this world.

He entered this world not as a non-existent person but as one of its inhabitants.

Then he hung the jade pendant around his neck. The silk cloth was just for wrapping and was left at home by Wang Yang.

Next was waiting for the arrival of the True Person of Qingcheng Mountain the following day.

To become a disciple of the True Person of Qingcheng Mountain was an absolute must for Wang Yang. It was his stepping stone, and he was very confident in his own talents.

No matter which space-time, as long as he cultivated with the Power of a Saint, his talent wouldn’t be far behind. Everything was within reason; it would be strange if he couldn’t cultivate with ease.

Of course, Wang Yang was still unaware of the standards of assessment in this world, but becoming an Exorcist was an absolute must.

Meanwhile, Lu Hai returned home in a very good mood. The other hunters looked at him strangely, but he didn’t pay much attention.

He was more focused on the prey he could obtain; with one less share for Wu Mo, his family could receive a bit more. The other hunters were foolish to their core.

They were determined to endorse Wang Yang as a disciple to the True Person of Qingcheng Mountain, which was simply ridiculous. Lu Hai might not have met Wang Yang, but from Wu Mo’s character, the child he raised was probably like him and wouldn’t amount to much in life.

Wu Mo had been hunting his entire life, yet he caught only common game like chickens, ducks, fish, and rabbits. He didn’t dare hunt bigger prey like deer. His archery skills were something even Lu Hai had to concede.

But the largest game Lu Hai ever hunted were jackals, and in terms of strength, he was sure he was not much worse than Wu Mo.

Lu Hai simply thought Wu Mo lacked ambition and naturally assumed Wang Yang was the same.

However, what was strange was that despite such a big incident of someone dying, the hunters seemed to have an unspoken agreement not to gossip. The reason was that Wu Mo was already dead.

Even if they told the truth to others, at most, it would only taint Lu Hai’s reputation, and Wu Mo’s death would still be irreversible, while they would simply be labeled as gossips.