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"Clang, clang..." The ground of the garden was formed from solidified lava, as hard as the stone walls of the lava tunnels. To prevent the Stone Jar from being damaged, he resorted to the most primitive method—manually carving a passage.
After half a day, Mo Wen emerged from the tunnel he had carved. "Overlord Lifts the Jar" had failed. Sitting on the ground facing the Stone Jar, he realized its weight was beyond his imagination. He had thought that with his strength, lifting this Stone Jar would be an easy task, but after trying, he understood how naive he had been. Now he could only think of other ways to solve this problem.
Just as Mo Wen was at a loss, a figure appeared behind him. It was an old man, dressed in a Fire Red Robe, with a pair of Deer Antlers growing from his forehead. At that moment, the old man was merely a blurry apparition. Observing the scene before him in silence, if one could see his face clearly, his expression would surely be quite remarkable.
"Kid, what are you doing?" The old man looked at Mo Wen, who was still studying the Stone Jar. He had arrived long ago, but Mo Wen was so engrossed in finding a way to take the Stone Jar that he hadn't noticed him. Now, he could no longer bear to watch.
"Hehe, senior, what brings you here?" Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mo Wen turned around and saw the old man, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.
"You made such a commotion; I came to see if you managed to get it," Qilin's Remnant Soul pretended not to notice everything Mo Wen had done.
"I got it, but..." Mo Wen scratched his head awkwardly.
"Oh! Did something go wrong?" Old Qilin feigned surprise.
"N-no, it's just..." Mo Wen hesitated to say that he couldn't move the jar but felt too embarrassed to admit it.
"Why are you being so coy? Do you have some difficulty in speaking? Just tell me; I'll see if I can help you," Old Qilin stroked his ethereal beard.
"Alright then, Junior will speak frankly. If I offend you in any way, please forgive me." Mo Wen steeled himself and decided to express his thoughts. The jar belonged to Old Qilin; he should have a way to store it.
"Go ahead."
"Senior, could you give me this jar?"
"Haha! Of course you can take it," Old Qilin's playful side emerged.
"If senior is unwilling to part with it, then never mind. Please don't make things difficult for Junior; I've tried many methods and still can't move this Stone Jar." Hearing Old Qilin's words made Mo Wen's expression even more difficult.
"Of course! This is made from Yin Yang Stone; even if there were a hundred of you, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. When I obtained it back then, it looked just like this."
"Didn't senior refine it?"
"Haha! Of course not. I'm not like you humans who enjoy crafting weapons and such. I thought it would be nice for growing flowers, so I placed it here and planted a lotus flower. Later on, I became enlightened and almost forgot about this thing until I found out you were cultivating Yin Yang Principle."
"Then can senior teach me how to store this Stone Jar?"
"What do you want this Stone Jar for?"
"To grow flowers like senior."
"I see. However, I think refining this Yin Yang Stone into a weapon would suit you better."
"Junior believes that growing flowers is better." Mo Wen didn't think much of it; he truly felt that using this Stone Jar for nurturing the Shuang Sheng Lian would be best. However, Old Qilin did not share this view. His earlier suggestion of refining it into a weapon was actually a test for Mo Wen. If Mo Wen truly wanted to turn this Yin Yang Stone into a weapon, he wouldn't give him the Stone Jar.
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