Chapter 141: The Three Sacred Relics

The moment Hu Mo appeared, the situation at the scene instantly shifted.

Hu Baimei let out a charming laugh, transforming into a fragrant breeze as she flew toward Hu Mo, calling out with a sweet and coquettish voice, "Master, you're finally here! Your slave missed you to death."

Hu Mo's heart skipped a beat. He had to admit that this excessively alluring voice possessed formidable lethality. Were his willpower not extremely steadfast, and had he not subdued Hu Baimei's life-soul, her seductive tone would have undoubtedly exerted a tremendous influence over him.

Seeing Hu Baimei lunge toward Hu Mo, Hu Yihu let out a roar, transforming into a streak of fire as he appeared by Hu Mo's side. Just as he was about to hurl a punch, Hu Mo grabbed his arm.

"Grandfather, don't strike! We're on the same side, our own people," Hu Mo said with a forced smile. If Hu Yihu had not reined in a portion of his power just in time, that single punch probably would have injured Hu Mo.

Hu Yihu quickly withdrew his fist force, frowning as he asked, "Mo'er, what is the meaning of this? Could she be that..."

"Yes, yes! Greetings, respected Grandfather. Mei'er is the one who was in Master's bed this morning..."

Hu Mo immediately covered her mouth, cutting off her reckless babbling. Managing a wry smile, he said, "Grandfather, please don't let your imagination run wild. There is truly nothing between her and me. Don't listen to her nonsense."

Hu Yihu was left completely bewildered by their exchange. Pondering for a moment, he sighed and said, "Absurd, utterly absurd. Can't you see this female is not human? Look at those servants on the ground—every single one of them has been bewitched to the point of losing their wits. Had I not arrived in time, they would have likely died of drained vitality beyond the point of recall. You had better give me a proper explanation and lay out her true background."

Hu Yihu's emotions were somewhat agitated, his finger continuously pointing at Hu Baimei.

Hu Baimei's expression shifted uncertainly. The coquettish demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"You brat, who do you think you are? So what if this lady isn't human? Back during the Battle of Xuan Zhan, without us battle beasts, you humans would have perished long ago. Do you even have the right to look down on us? Despicable humans, yet you still dare to despise us battle beasts, without even considering whether you possess the qualifications!" Hu Baimei huffed coldly. Her true temper was now fully displayed before Hu Mo, who distinctly felt that her disposition bore more than a passing resemblance to Cang Ling's.

The fiery glow surrounding Hu Yihu grew increasingly intense, while Hu Baimei likewise unleashed a powerful battle energy of fire. This release somewhat startled Hu Mo; Hu Baimei's cultivation was actually no less than Hu Yihu's. Roughly estimating, her strength had already reached around the fifth-rank Battle Emperor stage. Such meteoric advancement filled him with astonishment.

"Grandfather, Mei'er, please cease your hands. Flame City is already in such chaos; do you both wish to attract even more people over? Mei'er, have you forgotten your own identity? The ones who have come to Flame City this time are all beings of great divine abilities. If you wish to be captured by them and kept as a pet, feel free to continue making a scene here. Grandfather, please exercise some patience as well. Although this lass has lived for a long time, she still possesses the mindset of a child. For my sake, please do not lower yourself to her level, alright?" Hu Mo could only strike a balance by appeasing both sides, otherwise there was no telling to what extremes their quarrel might escalate.

Upon hearing the affectionate address of "Mei'er," Hu Baimei suddenly felt a wave of sweetness in her heart and reined in her aggressive aura. Hu Yihu let out a cold snort, pulling back the flames enveloping his body. His lips moved slightly, and Hu Yihu's voice directly sounded in Hu Mo's ear.

"Mo'er, what kind of battle beast is this lass transformed from? This is not the aura of an ordinary seventh-rank battle beast," Hu Yihu transmitted secretly, his tone somewhat heavy.

Hu Mo smiled faintly and replied in a low voice, "The King of Battle Beasts."

Hu Yihu understood immediately, his expression changing repeatedly. After a long while, he let out a cold hum and cast one more chilling glare at Hu Baimei.

"So it's a little fox from the Nine-Tailed Fox clan. No wonder she's so unruly." Hu Yihu's tone remained as cold and harsh as ever—a characteristic of his that would never change for any reason.

"You stinky brat, your age doesn't even rank you among grandchildren compared to me, and yet you still dare—"

"Enough, enough! Stop bickering!" Hu Mo shouted loudly, employing the power of the three treasures in this roar, imbuing it with formidable shockwaves.

The two of them huffed simultaneously and fell silent, plunging the atmosphere of the small courtyard into oppressive gloom, the air growing so thick that breathing became difficult.

Hu Mo shook his head, turning to Hu Yihu. "Grandfather, you should go back and rest first. Your injuries have not yet fully healed, and rashly exerting battle energy will hinder your recovery. Leave this matter to me to handle. Once it's settled, I will give you an explanation, alright?"

Meeting Hu Mo's hopeful gaze, Hu Yihu's expression darkened slightly. He nodded and flicked his sleeve, walking away. Hu Mo could not help but wryly smile to himself, thinking: "The old man's temper is still as fiery as ever; I imagine Father's temper won't be any better."

Thinking of Hu Meng, Hu Mo's primary thought was the man Hu Baimei had mentioned. If not for his current lack of strength, he would have truly wished to rush to the Black Demonic Forest to verify it.

Sighing softly, he slowly turned around. Before he could react, Hu Baimei lunged into his embrace like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest. A refreshing, intoxicating fragrance emanated from her body, drifting into Hu Mo's nostrils and bringing a wave of indescribable comfort.

"That's wonderful! My power has finally begun to recover, and so quickly reached the mid-stage seventh-rank battle beast level. This is simply beyond anything I ever dared to dream! Recovering at this speed, I will definitely be able to break through the bottleneck of a seventh-rank battle beast. Master, I truly thank you. You have given me a second life; you are my savior, you are—"

Before Hu Baimei could finish, Hu Mo quickly covered her mouth and said with a wry smile, "I don't deserve that much credit, but... little ancestor, if you keep pressing against that part of me, you'll really be the death of me."

Hu Baimei lowered her head, looking at the hard object pressed between their lower bodies. Her pretty face instantly flushed red. She loosened her grip on Hu Mo's waist and retreated a step.

Her height was roughly similar to Hu Mo's, and from such close contact, that object had been less than a centimeter away from her sensitive area. Had they continued embracing any tighter, it might have pressed against her seamlessly, and Hu Mo could not guarantee what consequences might ensue.

"This is the power of a vixen. Truly, no matter which world it is, this race defies the heavens. It seems I must tightly rein in my heart; if my battle-heart becomes lost, the path ahead of me will be exceedingly difficult to walk," Hu Mo thought to himself. As he circulated the Saint Water King Sovereign, that surge of impulse was completely suppressed.

Hu Baimei stared at Hu Mo without blinking, whispering, "No wonder that senior gave me two choices. So you possess the three great sacred objects. However, aren't those three sacred objects located within the Heaven-Worshiping Pagoda? How could they possibly appear here?"

Though her voice was quiet, it could not escape Hu Mo's ears. Hearing her words, Hu Mo's eyes widened sharply. He quickly grabbed her hands, speaking with intense agitation, "Make it clear—what is the Heaven-Worshiping Pagoda, and what are the three great sacred objects?"

Hu Baimei was startled by Hu Mo's sudden action. Instinctively, she wanted to use her fire battle energy to thrust him away, but she discovered that the moment her fire battle energy emerged, it was completely absorbed by Hu Mo without the slightest resistance.

Hu Mo reacted instantly as the Divine Wood King Cauldron emitted a gentle wave of fire battle energy, akin to a giant hand soothing Hu Baimei's mind and allowing her to calm down gradually.

"I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions just now for a split second. I apologize," Hu Mo said softly, his tone harmonizing with his battle energy to help settle Hu Baimei's racing heart.

Hu Baimei gazed at Hu Mo, a trace of unusual brilliance shifting within her eyes. She nodded gently, offering a soft smile. "It's alright. If you wish to know, I will tell you."

Hu Mo nodded, casually taking Hu Baimei's hand and walking toward a nearby set of stone stools. Hu Baimei allowed him to hold her hand, a peculiar sensation suddenly blooming within her heart. This feeling gradually occupied her thoughts, causing her gaze toward Hu Mo to take on a strange hue.

Hu Mo paid no attention to Hu Baimei's state of mind; his eagerness was paramount. Things that Cang Ling had never spoken of to him were suddenly within his grasp, and the sensation was naturally extraordinary.

Once seated, Hu Baimei took a deep breath to steady her emotions before speaking calmly, "The Heaven-Worshiping Pagoda is located in the eastern waters of the Devil's Sea, and it is the territory of the Heavenly Saint Palace. As for those three sacred objects, they are precisely the three most sacred artifacts of our Battle Continent: the Divine Wood King Cauldron, the Saint Water King Sovereign, and the Silken Binding Thread."

Hu Mo felt as though thousands of tons of explosives had detonated beside his ears, leaving his mind buzzing incessantly. What did this mean? Could it be that the three treasures originally belonged to this world all along?

Pondering this, many previously incomprehensible matters suddenly began to make sense. In truth, if one deduced things along this line of thinking, everything felt entirely natural.

The three treasures had been lost to another world, and then brought back by him from that world to their original home. Viewed from this perspective, it made complete sense. Yet, why did all of this happen to him? He once again sensed an invisible hand driving these events forward, and the thought caused cold sweat to drench his back once more.

"Do you know the characteristics of these three sacred objects?" Hu Mo asked softly, still clinging to a slender trace of pitiful wishful thinking.

Hu Baimei frowned, pondering for a moment before replying, "I don't know too much, and I'm not entirely clear on their specific powers, though I have heard some rumors. It is said that the three sacred objects embody the five elements and encompass yin and yang. The Divine Wood King Cauldron ranks first, containing wood-fire chaotic battle energy; rumor has it that it can destroy the heavens and earth and swallow stars. The Saint Water King Sovereign and the Silken Binding Thread are hard to separate in rank; combined, they contain metal-water-earth chaotic battle energy. As for the power of the three treasures united as one, very few people across the entire Battle Continent know of it, and within our clan, probably only our Matriarch would know."

Hu Baimei recounted everything honestly, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Hu Mo. She could not understand why Hu Mo would ask such questions with such solemnity. Even more incomprehensible to her was why the three sacred objects clearly existed within the Heaven-Worshiping Pagoda, yet she could sense their auras emanating from Hu Mo. This point remained profoundly baffling to her.

Just as she was perplexed, Hu Mo's expression suddenly shifted. From his Baihui acupoint, glabella, and dantian, three objects floated out respectively. Hu Baimei's expression transformed utterly, and she gasped in alarm, "The three sacred objects! They truly are the three sacred objects!"