Chapter 20
In his anger, he discreetly glanced at the young man beside Shang Wu.
Wang Hao was no lightweight; he knew that without using inner energy, he still couldn't take down the opponent?
"Then... thank you, Elder Shang, for helping me discipline my disciple. I take my leave."
Futu hoisted Wang Hao up and intended to leave.
But just two steps out, he felt a surge of pressure locking onto him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
"You from Shenbing Peak still owe me an explanation."
Shang Wu spat the tea leaves into her cup, her face twisted in disgust:
"Bring me ten thousand jin of cold iron, a thousand jin of red gold, and ten jin of iron essence. If you're even a bit short, you can forget about leaving this door."
The crowd gasped in disbelief.
That was equivalent to a decade's worth of output from Shenbing Peak.
Even Elder Hanhe might not be able to produce that.
It was evident that the veins on Futu's forehead were bulging:
"You're asking for too much! Shang Wu, don't push your luck!"
"And what if I do?!"
A scorching aura spread through the air, making it hard to breathe.
Was it just his imagination?
In a daze, Li Mo seemed to see a lotus flower blooming in flames from his beautiful master, burning brightly as if it were eternal.
Futu's momentum faltered.
If it were anyone else, he could be sure they wouldn't dare to act within the sect.
But when this crazy woman, Shang Wu, got angry, even the sect leader had to give way.
Li Mo, sensing the tension, quickly intervened:
"Elder Futu is just the steward of Shenbing Peak. He really can't provide that much."
"I’m not injured, so how about we... reduce the compensation?"
"Well, that makes sense. What do you think would be a satisfactory compensation, my disciple?"
Li Mo cleared his throat: "How about some writing supplies?"
He picked up a brush and quickly wrote down a list.
In no time, he had a list ready.
Futu glanced at it.
Most of the items were fine wines that Shang Wu loved, along with some assorted precious goods.
Though it would still cost a pretty penny, it was nowhere near as outrageous as before.
"Just come to Shenbing Peak to collect it."
Seeing the master and disciple working together, Futu's expression shifted between anger and resignation, ultimately swallowing his grievances.
"Ah, now that's more like it. If you had done this earlier, it would have been much better."
Shang Wu's imposing aura dissipated instantly.
Once Futu coldly snorted and left, she beamed with joy, suddenly pulling her precious disciple into a big hug, burying his head in her chest.
If Li Mo were to describe Shang Wu's figure at that moment, he would say it was breathtaking.
If you were to ask what Li Mo was thinking...
He was pondering why his ex-girlfriends from his past life would suddenly slap his thigh so hard...
"You're truly my disciple; you've already learned a third of my skills."
"Master, can I have a share?"
Li Mo shyly asked for a cut.
"Hmm?" Shang Wu's eyes narrowed, her gaze on her precious disciple no longer as warm as before.
"One-ninth."
The beautiful master held up a finger.
"You only want this little?"
"One part is yours, and nine parts are mine."
Li Mo sighed, "Actually, I just want some exotic beast meat to roast..."
"Roast meat?"
Shang Wu's eyes lit up: "You can cook?"
"Of course! In Ziyang Mansion, I’m the best—no one dares to claim otherwise."
With modern seasonings in hand, he felt invincible!
Just as he finished speaking, he felt himself being lifted.
Then, the surroundings began to blur and rapidly recede.
When Li Mo could no longer hold back his nausea, he finally felt solid ground beneath his feet.
Where was this?
Hearing the sound of metal clanging, Li Mo looked around in confusion.
Before him was a massive cave, faintly glimmering with cold light.
On either side of the cave, two rivers flowed—one scalding hot, the other icy cold—both directed into a courtyard.
A group of blacksmiths were hard at work in that courtyard.
"This place is..."
"That's the Shenfeng Cave; it existed before our Qingyuan Sect was established."
Shang Wu, in a good mood, happily explained to her novice disciple:
"Inside, there's a pile of scrap metal. I once killed a killer from the Xiyu Tower, and his sword was thrown in there. Elder Hanhe said it was to cultivate the sharpness of weapons."
Cultivating the sharpness of weapons?
Li Mo's heart stirred.
Wasn't this Shenfeng Cave the perfect place to train in the art of combat?
"Hmph, those are not just scrap metal! Shang Wu, don't disrespect the ancestors of Shenbing Peak!"
Elder Hanhe, hands behind his back, wore a displeased expression.
Shang Wu didn't bother to argue with him, extending her hand:
"Where's the stuff?"
"Hmph, Futu!"
As soon as she spoke, Futu dragged a cart out.
Li Mo guessed that this Futu, the steward, had prepared everything in advance for the items his master requested.
Everything was what his master had instructed him to get.
It seemed like a well-planned scheme, picking only what could be produced...
Shang Wu narrowed her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, grinning like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.
"Elder Hanhe, it's rare for you to be so agreeable. Fine, let's consider this matter settled."
【Congratulations, host! You successfully invested in Shang Wu, acting as her accomplice, and completed a shakedown.】
【Investment returns: Three jars of Ice Fire Wine.】
【Investment returns: Two bottles of Six-Pattern Tranquility Pills.】
【Investment returns: Ten jin of iron essence.】
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【Tranquility Pill: Has the effect of calming the mind and suppressing distractions. Each pill lasts for two hours, with a maximum of one per day. Overconsumption may lead to dulled emotions and loss of humanity.】
【Iron Essence: One tael of essence from ten thousand jin of iron. A small amount can make ordinary weapons razor-sharp, essential for forging divine weapons.】
Li Mo was quite pleased.
He hadn't expected that helping his master shake down someone would count as an investment.
What a windfall.
This might not be the best reward he ever received, but it was definitely the most generous.
The value of the rewards far exceeded what his master had painstakingly robbed.
"Hehe, would I ever lose to anyone?"
"Just hope that when you lose, Shang Wu, you won't try to cheat me."
Elder Hanhe snorted coldly.
He was referring to the bet they made regarding their disciples.
The stakes were worth far more than this mere cart of goods—no, they couldn't even be measured in gold or silver.
"Then I'll give you a chance... to lose."
Shang Wu smiled and gave a thumbs-up, then turned it down.
Li Mo: "......."
Master, where does your confidence come from?
If he remembered correctly, Murong Xiao possessed the Mingjiao body and was hailed as a once-in-a-decade genius from Ziyang Mansion.
Without Ying Bing, Murong Xiao would undoubtedly be the top disciple of this generation.
Elder Hanhe's confidence likely stemmed from that half-demon bloodline.
The trait of half-demons is that they start at a very high level.
"Hmph, my disciple is not lacking; with five meridians in the Blood Qi realm, he can already enter the second level of Shenfeng Cave."
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"How embarrassing, how embarrassing. He's just a little better than I was back in the day."
Elder Hanhe took a sip of tea nonchalantly.
Shang Wu was pleasantly surprised: "He’s only at the five meridians in the Blood Qi realm, and you’re letting him train in Shenfeng Cave?"
Elder Hanhe revealed a hint of a mysterious smile: "I have my own plans, so you needn't worry."
His disciple bore the half-demon body, leaning towards the physical prowess of the dragon, and under his guidance, he practiced body training, fully utilizing his strengths.
Now, relying solely on his physical body, he could lift a thousand-jin boulder.
Li Mo might go far in the future, but so what?
The Nine Peaks Martial Arts competition was just around the corner.
In the short term, he could never surpass Murong Xiao.
"Hmph, it's just entering Shenfeng Cave..."
Shang Wu pouted, ultimately refraining from saying, "My disciple can do it too."
The weapons inside the cave were all instruments of slaughter.
Individually, they might not seem like much, but when gathered systematically, they could injure from a distance.
Moreover, some of those weapons had taken countless lives and carried an overwhelming killing intent, enough to instill fear in anyone.
Once inside, it would be a dual test of body and mind.
Even she couldn't reach the deepest level of Shenfeng Cave.
"Elder Hanhe, can outsiders enter Shenfeng Cave?"
"Hmm?"
Elder Hanhe paused mid-sip.
Shang Wu subtly signaled to her disciple without making a sound.
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