Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 410 - 204 Li Soul_3

"Soul Detachment occasionally occurs. I have seen it recorded in the medical texts at Xuanhu Pavilion, but it seems different from what we are witnessing now.

"All past memories disappear, and one should be muddled and disoriented, rather than imitating everything they see like he is."

As he was saying this, the man shook his head, lips moving slightly, seemingly still learning to speak, but already trying hard to learn.

Therefore, Little Situ pondered for a moment: "He looks as if he’s newborn."

"Newborn..."

Su Mo shook his head gently, "Your medical skill is excellent; do you have a solution?"

"I will try my best, but I can’t guarantee success to Su, the Chief of the Escort."

Little Situ seemed somewhat excited at the prospect: "Such a rare condition could yield significant insights if investigated thoroughly."

The incident also caught the attention of the escort masters.

Hu Sandao, who had been squatting nearby eating heartily, now came over and sized up the man.

The man did the same, looking Hu Sandao up and down.

Hu Sandao then bared his teeth, and the man mimicked, baring his teeth as well.

"How... has he really learned that?"

For a moment, Hu Sandao also found it to be a rather bizarre incident: "I only just showed a bit of kindness; don’t tell me I’ve saved an idiot?"

"He might not have been an idiot before, but in the future..."

Su Mo cast a glance at Little Situ: "The future remains uncertain."

Little Situ nodded: "For now let’s do this, I’ll write a prescription to nourish qi and calm the spirit, and I’d trouble Lord Su to have someone go out to gather the herbs."

"Sure."

Su Mo nodded, and at this moment, that was all that could be done.

The group circled around this person for a while, slowly figuring out the pattern of his mimicry.

He mimics those who he can see with his eyes.

Whoever he stares at, he imitates.

If someone speaks, he opens his mouth; if someone makes a gesture, he follows suit.

Su Mo had him look at himself, leading him to the bedside to lie down.

The man did the same, lying down on the bed.

Turning his head to continue looking at Su Mo, Su Mo then closed his eyes.

Following suit, he closed his eyes too.

Su Mo stealthily opened his eyes and left the room, and the man quickly fell asleep inside.

Naturally, this matter spread quickly among the convoy.

Wei Ziyi, upon hearing about this, could not help but lean over to watch the man and then curiously asked Su Mo:

"What if he needs to defecate or urinate, what then?"

"..."

Su Mo realized that this was a quite peculiar and tricky question.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t stumped: "Later on we’ll have someone demonstrate in front of him, and he will follow suit; surely there’ll be a solution."

Wei Ziyi glanced at Su Mo and nodded vigorously: "That makes sense."

...

...

Making sense did not delay the journey.

Nor were necessary tasks neglected.

From that day on, the injured man who did not know how he got hurt was considered awake.

He continued to travel with the convoy of the escort agency.

Considering his injuries were not yet fully healed, he was allowed to sit on the cart’s bench.

He mimicked the posture of those who rode horses as he sat on the cart.

When he saw the workers of the escort agency busy cooking, he also tried to mimic them, waving a spoon and stir-frying.

Occasionally, when they encountered fierce-looking individuals cutting across their path, he presented himself to be even more intimidating than the mountain bandits.

Moreover, his external injuries had already closed.

After the bandages were removed and the ferocious scars revealed on his face and body, when he ferociously acted up, there was no business left for those bandits.

This added another two jesters to the group.

One with a bandit’s ferocity in his chants, the other with a bandit’s expression in his glare.

Those who knew they were from an escort agency, knew; those who didn’t, would think they were bandits come down the mountain to sell their loot.

With time passing, he quickly learned how to speak.

Only sometimes the words he uttered did not convey the intended meaning, sometimes not even he understood what he meant.

Then... the one shouting bandit slogans turned into two.

Hu Sandao was quite pleased with this, feeling that his luck as a bandit had improved when he became an escort master.

It was just a shame that after his reformation, he no longer had the chance to make a name for himself in his old ways.

Where there’s much to discuss, word abounds; where there’s little, sentences are brief.

More than ten days after the soul detachment patient awoke, the group finally stepped into the territory of Lengyue Palace.

Upon arrival, they could sense a different spirit among the locals.

Under Dongcheng, with numerous Sects established, each Sect’s controlled area differed in civilian lifestyle.

Throughout this journey, Su Mo had traversed countless mountains and rivers, crossing through many Sect territories.

And the circumstances of these Sects could actually be seen amongst the populace.

In some regions, people struggled to get by, not starving, but barely sustaining themselves.

In other regions, people lived abundantly, taking pride in their local Sects.

Here it was the latter, and within the domain of Lengyue Palace, the status of women was significantly elevated.

Along the way, groups of women could be spotted gathering, calling friends to drink and make merry.

Of course, there were no men timidly mending clothes at home.

It’s fair to say, each took a different sphere of life.

This gave Su Mo a sense of inexplicable familiarity, yet an impression of not quite matching up.

The following few days continued as such.

Until this day, when the group finally arrived at Wuting Mountain.

Within Wuting Mountain, there was a peak named Guanxing.

Atop Guanxing Peak, there was Lengyue Palace!

But as they arrived at the base of the mountain, they had barely taken a few steps forward when they were confronted by figures appearing in front of them.

Four women flew down, blocking the path of Su Mo and his companions.

The lead woman was about to speak when she looked up, only to be startled:

"Senior Sister Wei?"

Wei Ziyi nodded lightly: "Greetings to my fellow disciples."

This was one of her rare moments of seriousness, although occasionally she turned back and made a face at Su Mo, revealing her true nature unabashedly.

Speechless, Su Mo then heard Wei Ziyi say:

"I heard that the Yu Liu Sword Heart had entered Dongcheng, and the Sect sent word for my return.

"Behind me are the heroes from the Ziyang Escort Agency, who have undertaken a strenuous journey to escort a gift from our Ancestor to the palace."

"Ziyang Escort Agency!?"

Several of the female heroes from Lengyue Palace immediately exchanged looks, their expressions changing.

Su Mo sighed. With the intertwined relationships between Ziyang Sect and Lengyue Palace, his identity as a Ziyang Sect disciple might make ascending the mountain rather troublesome.