Chapter 104
Looking at the message from Xiao Mita requesting a meeting, Li Mo said:
"We should stick to the original plan."
"Once we meet Xiao Mita, we need to take him out immediately. Otherwise, we risk exposing ourselves at any moment."
"Anyway, we've already been chosen to work for the Judge, so we'll definitely have a chance to get close to him."
"Alright."
Xiao Qin nodded and climbed back onto the donkey cart, ready to return and share this good news with Zuo Qiu Yang.
The cart was filled with cooking oil, as the hot pot restaurant had a high daily demand.
Afternoon.
Joyful moments are always fleeting.
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The little ones reluctantly came out to see them off.
They had just begun learning martial arts.
Li Mo hadn’t given them anything too advanced; these lower-level martial arts were just enough to lay a foundation for now.
He glanced around and felt a bit puzzled:
"Where's Chu Long?"
He had been wondering since the afternoon.
Chu Long always timidly called out to him, only to hesitate and say it was nothing.
"Li Ge... I... I'm here."
Suddenly, Jiang Chu Long came running over, clutching a cloth bag in her arms.
"This... this is for you."
She stuffed the bag into his embrace.
Li Mo looked down and saw that it contained a rather crudely made... shirt?
The fabric was quite nice, embroidered with a sword, and...
Why does this material look a bit familiar?
"Did you go out to collect things just to save up for fabric?"
"Um... yeah..."
"What a pity that I'm too... too clumsy... wasted a lot of material..."
"Not really... wasted... I used it... to make a sachet..."
Jiang Chu Long's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
Oh, got it.
The sachet that the Lord received was made from leftover scraps.
Li Mo couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.
But then he noticed something was off.
"You collected so many things, and you only got enough to buy a bit of fabric?"
"Yeah... trash... not worth anything..."
"This... this one... can only... sell for ten copper coins."
Jiang Chu Long pointed at a pile of 'scrap iron' nearby.
Li Mo glanced over, his eye twitching.
If he wasn't mistaken, that was an axe forged from high-quality steel. Although it wasn't new, it could easily fetch thirty taels of silver at a blacksmith's shop.
Ten copper coins? What a rip-off! Have they lost their conscience?!
"Chu Long."
"Yes?"
"Tell me which shop usually buys your stuff. I need to have a word with them."
"Li Ge, you... you also want to... sell scrap?"
...
Lingjiang Dock.
Countless boats of all sizes were docked, the sound of the river lapping against the shore mingling with fishermen's songs.
In the river, a black-roofed boat swayed gently.
"Li Mo and Ying Bing have finally appeared in the capital?!"
Yin Huacheng crushed the paper in his palm, letting it fall into the river, disappearing without a trace.
The waters of Ziyang Prefecture were murky due to the ongoing trial.
It was said that the three demons of Huai Mountain had come, appearing and disappearing without a trace, striking ruthlessly, like three gods of death, instilling fear even in the most vicious participants of the trial.
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Because of them, there were signs that the trial might end prematurely.
This storm would soon pass.
Opportunities are fleeting.
Suddenly, Yin Huacheng's ears perked up, and he said to the outside:
"You've arrived."
"You can serve as the guide for the Demon Cult; you certainly have some skill."
A figure with a smiling Buddha face lifted the boat curtain and walked in.
"You are the one sent by Judge Cui to handle business?"
"Indeed."
Xiao Mita spoke, his voice echoing like a Buddhist chant.
It cleansed the soul, severed desires, making one indifferent to the prospect of death, willingly offering their neck for slaughter...
"This Buddhist skill of yours seems almost like a dark art, heh..."
"Interesting, have a seat."
Yin Huacheng poured a cup of tea for him, acknowledging his strength.
"The sea of suffering is endless; I merely help people transcend it and ascend to bliss."
Xiao Mita nodded and sat down.
Yin Huacheng got straight to the point and asked:
"How is the matter progressing?"
"We're just waiting for the last batch of 'goods' to be loaded onto the ship. Under the banner of the Red Whale Gang, the journey will be smooth, so you can rest assured."
"When will the goods arrive?"
"Once the division master arrives, the goods will be ready. They can be dispatched as soon as the internal scene is engaged."
Xiao Mita replied calmly.
"Internal scene engagement..."
Yin Huacheng sipped his tea, seemingly savoring its flavor.
"By the way, please take care of a person at the Inner Breath stage and hand over their belongings to me. How much will it cost?"
"In the Dark Tower, there are set prices. The guide can go and hang a flower token."
"How much will you accept the task for?" Yin Huacheng asked.
Seeking stability.
Currently, the branch of the Xiyu Tower had not yet been established, making it difficult to find reliable assassins.
"My price depends on fate."
Xiao Mita replied without revealing any emotion.
"One Xuan Crystal."
Yin Huacheng gritted his teeth.
"You want to kill Li Mo, the true disciple of Qingyuan Sect?"
Xiao Mita did not agree but instead asked.
The implication: One Xuan Crystal is worth less than that Xuan weapon, and you'd have to bear the wrath of Qingyuan Sect. Do you think I'm a fool?
"I obtained this item by chance many years ago."
Yin Huacheng's expression changed as he took out another item.
A scroll depicting the Buddha.
Though it showed the Buddha, beneath him was a black lotus, and amidst the compassionate expression, there was something eerie, as beneath the lotus seat lay the corpses of living beings, blood flowing like a river.
Clearly, it was some kind of visualization for martial arts.
Xiao Mita's breathing became noticeably heavier.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke:
"The time has come."
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Chapter 102: Is there a dish that can be made with Imperial Flow Paste?
Meanwhile.
In the hot pot restaurant under the bright moon.
"You... are about to break through again?"
Li Mo quietly opened his eyes.
The two colors of internal breath flowed, casting an unusual glow on the girl's jade-like face, her cold beauty harmonizing in this moment.
In fact, he had sensed over the past few days that Ying Bing's internal breath was becoming more solid by the day.
He just didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Ying Bing opened her eyes and silently looked at him.
"......" Ying Bing.
"......" Li Mo.
The two fell into silence.
The chill in the air grew increasingly piercing.
In Li Mo's perception, his internal breath could no longer balance with Ying Bing's.
Because the ice girl had begun to condense her liquid.
"Focus on your breakthrough."
On the first floor, Zuo Qiu Yang and Xiao Qin were startled by the commotion upstairs.
"She..."
"Yeah, she's condensing liquid now."
Li Mo nodded.
"This..." Zuo Qiu Yang opened his mouth.
She’s only sixteen!
Xiao Qin felt a wave of bitterness.
He had just stabilized his internal breath at the Condensing Qi stage and was still far from the Jade Liquid stage.
And what about Ying Bing?
He hadn’t even seen her practice much...
"Disciple, sometimes the gap between people is greater than that between a person and a dog."
"The gap between you and the prodigies of Central Divine Continent is the same as that between those prodigies and her."
The Qianxing Martial Sovereign seemed to have just come to his senses, sighing in contemplation.
Xiao Qin was momentarily speechless, then turned to Li Mo:
"Brother Li... you..."
"I've also reached the full Condensing Qi stage."
Li Mo smiled.
The two of them were cultivating together, so their internal breaths needed to be balanced; they couldn't be too far apart.
That's why he had been deliberately controlling his investments.
Xiao Qin: "....."
Old Xiao felt a bit down.
When they first met, Li Shidi had just opened his meridians, and now he was already ahead of him.
The Qianxing Martial Sovereign comforted him in a deep tone:
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