hotmtlnovel 164-14 Freshmen
164-14 Freshmen
Mo Bei had just picked up a few remaining petals when the passerby's voice rang in her ears: "Go down." Then he smiled.
Mo Bei stood at the edge of the passage, gazing at its bottomless depths. He glanced back at the passerby, blinking, "Can I not go down? Or can you take me down?" The passerby smiled slightly, "Of course I can take you down." Just as Mo Bei was feeling pleased, he was suddenly pushed down by the passerby's seemingly empty palm strike.
Mo Bei plummeted, his screams echoing through the tunnel. He felt his heart leaping into his throat. Wait… given the tropes of this novel, it felt like his heart was actually leaping into his throat!
Mo Bei had been falling for over 10 minutes; he was already numb. The passerby fell with him, as if he had experienced this countless times before. But given his immense power, it was normal for him to be calm.
The passerby spoke slowly, his voice echoing through every part of Mo Bei's body: "This trial is about focusing the mind." Mo Bei asked, "What does that mean?" The passerby replied, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed." Mo Bei, wanting to escape this place as soon as possible, became distressed: "Please, I'm so dizzy, I can't hold on much longer." Then he pretended to faint. The passerby shook his head, clearly knowing Mo Bei was faking it, but still agreed: "Focusing the mind is primarily about concentration. I really can't say any more. Figure it out yourself." It seems this pesky passerby is actually quite gentle.
Upon hearing this, Mo Bei calmed down, sensing the sound of Fang's call, the missed heartbeats, and the possible loopholes...
Mo Bei sensed a shimmering spot, and lightning flames flickered in his hand, rapidly dissipating. The passerby followed beside him, helping Mo Bei collect the mutually flowing spiritual energy.
At that moment, Mo Bei opened his eyes and struck at the flickering spot. The flickering spot dissolved, and Mo Bei used Thunder Flame Roar to rush in.
The entrances were closed off; it was a very spacious, pure white area.
Mo Bei walked and observed, noting the striking similarity between this place and the outer space of the Seven Senses Hall. With each step Mo Bei took, a touch of green appeared around him. He reached out to touch it, only to find he couldn't grasp it! So he moved closer to the green, taking another step, which stretched the green space, its trail trailing behind it.
Mo Bei discovered that there was a splash of color ahead, and a trail that stretched out to the left or right.
Mint green, light gray-blue, dark gray-blue, deep emerald green, cool silver, white, navy blue, blue-green... finally, milky white and warm yellow, leaving multiple colors on the blank canvas, gradually weaving into a painting.
Mo Bei ran forward, and suddenly, in an instant, the painting began to recede, and the world fell silent. Mo Bei readjusted his position, and gradually, the painting became complete.
The surface of the painting rippled, like surging waves, like ink stains. Then, colors overflowed, seeping into the pure white canvas, encompassing all things, intertwining and intermingling. One thing subdues another; there is no absolute right or wrong. The waves calmed, and stillness returned; the mirror of the world could never be truly clear again; decay finally arrived.
The painting depicts an operating room, with walls of a mint green that is non-reflective, with rounded corners, no seams, and no unsanitary areas. The ceiling is a light gray-blue with a milky-white, semi-transparent laminar flow ventilation hood embedded in it.
The floor is a seamless, non-slip dark gray-blue, one shade darker than the walls, paired with a matte, stain-resistant dark emerald green.
Ahead was an operating table, on which a pregnant woman lay motionless. In the distance, on a milky-white warming table, lay two infants, one of whom, a baby boy, was crying loudly, bathed in a warm, shadowless light.
Mo Bei was at a loss. A few faint whispers came from outside: "Ouyang Youlan." When he came to his senses, he could see from the monitoring device beside him that the pregnant woman was already lifeless.
Mo Bei was terrified. He pushed the baby in a warming tray and carried the infant out the door. He could sense that the baby boy's cultivation threshold was very high.
The door opened to a blinding light; stepping out, he found himself in a corridor of an Earth hospital. A chair stood to the side, and a man, seeing him push away the warming station, quickly stood up and asked, "Friend, Ouyang Youlan…?" Mo Bei hesitated, unsure how to answer, "It seems she's dead…?" Hearing this, the man rushed inside.
The man's eyes darkened when he saw the pregnant woman lying motionless on the operating table, then he turned and walked away. Mo Bei handed him the baby's warming dish, and the man thanked her before leaving.
Light streamed through the glass of the doors and windows, reflecting the man's earlier restlessness and solitary wandering, but the light scattered and vanished it all.
Mo Bei didn't know why, but he followed the man and walked alongside him. He just felt that this person was somewhat familiar.
It was already late when they left the hospital. The man found a parking lot, put the heater in the trunk, and got in. Mo Bei followed behind, sitting in the passenger seat.
The car started, floated up, and hovered in the air. Soft light shone from inside, and the stereo beside me played "Save a Heart from Sorrow" by The Robin.
Mo Bei remained silent. Black rain fell outside. The car, composed of suspended, luminous buoys, appeared like stars in the night sky as it drove onto the road. Mo Bei leaned against the streamlined car window, gazing out: on both sides of the road, glowing buoys connected to each other, extending upwards into a light curtain, remarkably effective at stopping vehicles of the new generation. Below stretched an endless plain, with shimmering light waves floating above, soft in the night, like the rustling of grass in the wind. Buildings floated high in the sky, connected to the undulating plain below only by a magnetic ring.
The neon lights were conspicuous in the night, with people and vehicles constantly passing by.
Mo Bei looked ahead, while the man, in automatic mode, gazed out the window, thinking, "This child I've waited so long for is like chasing a flame, only to stop after reaching the light..." Mo Bei didn't know what to say, simply watching the scenery outside. In the back, the baby boy was crying loudly, while the baby girl was quiet; however, she was relieved that she hadn't choked on amniotic fluid.
The car is intelligent; it changes the cradle, rocks the baby, and automatically monitors vital signs.
The car turned into the most bustling area, to a villa. The man stopped the car, and the cradle automatically followed behind. At the same time, the schedule after Ouyang Youlan's death was planned by the intelligent butler, and the car transporting her body followed there.
Mo Bei followed the man into the villa, where the lights turned on by themselves. The man arranged his shoes, which were then sucked into the wall, while slippers popped out of a cabinet. After changing, he lay down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
Not wanting to be disturbed, Mo Bei wanted to lend a hand, but found that the baby and everything else had already been arranged, so she could only find a place to sleep.
Mo Bei passed by the man, who was lying on his side, listening to the falling icy rain. He conceived a plan that would determine and foreshadow the fates of the five: "Chasing the fire until the light fades, penetrating the glass with restless light, lying in bed at night hearing the icy island, Mo Bei's winds and clouds."
The rain on this moonlit night is cold; I lie on my side, listening to the sound of the rain, like glaciers colliding with mountains and continents. From this moment on, the fate of the Mo family is shrouded in unfamiliar storms.
And this man is Mo Tian!
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