Chapter 121
Li Mo surveyed the master’s carriage, crafted from a special material that prevented eavesdropping, before finally speaking up.
“What kind of trouble are you stirring up this time?”
Xue Jing looked puzzled.
The convoy hadn’t even left Qingyuan Sect yet, so why the need for such caution within the sect?
However, Li Mo’s next words froze the confusion on his face.
“There’s a trace of the Huanmo Sect on Yin Huacheng.”
The carriage fell silent.
They hadn’t expected Li Mo to drop such a bombshell right off the bat.
Ying Bing’s eyes flickered slightly, her gaze lowered as if in thought.
Xue Jing and Qian Bufan’s expressions immediately turned serious.
“This is no joking matter,” Qian Bufan said sternly.
If there was a problem with Yin Huacheng, what about Yin Huaxuan?
This wasn’t just about a true disciple; it involved the elders at the peak of power.
“Li Mo, are you sure?”
Xue Jing, confident in his own perceptive abilities, felt he was far more attuned than those in the Inner Breath realm.
Yet, he was filled with uncertainty. Li Mo had a track record; during the sect’s trials, he had exposed Wang Hu.
And his character didn’t seem like someone who would make baseless accusations over a minor conflict.
“I have a method that might prove it.”
“But if this is true…”
As Li Mo spoke, he cast a searching glance at the two elders.
“Let’s hear your method first.”
“If it truly works, you needn’t worry about anything else,” Qian Bufan replied, hands clasped behind his back, his tone calm.
Li Mo: “!”
He was so cool.
Could it be that Old Qian was really a master?
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“Once we enter the secret realm, I doubt Qingyuan will have any chance to jump in.”
Yin Huacheng’s pupils shifted, sometimes resembling a snake, sometimes an eagle, and at times a tiger or leopard.
“Come in.”
From the luxurious carriage, pulled by six exotic beasts, came Yin Huaxuan’s voice.
He quickly suppressed his killing intent and boarded the carriage.
Inside, the opulence was overwhelming; incense wafted through the air, calming the mind, while bookshelves and various paintings depicting soaring clouds and diving dragons adorned the interior.
Yin Huaxuan, with his pale complexion and expressionless face, was focused on his painting.
The carriage began to move slowly.
Yin Huaxuan remained absorbed in his work, and Yin Huacheng didn’t dare to speak first.
After a little over half an hour, he finally lifted his brush.
A brand new image of a dragon leaped onto the paper, but like the others in the carriage, it lacked eyes.
“Father, your artistry has become even more exquisite. I doubt anyone at Ruyi Peak could rival you as a painter.”
Yin Huacheng spoke softly.
“Do you know why I’ve been painting dragons for twenty years?”
Yin Huaxuan asked.
Before Yin Huacheng could respond, he continued:
“Blood of a hundred beasts is merely a superior martial art; one only needs to merge a hundred forms to claim success.”
“Father, I know…”
“You know nothing.”
Yin Huaxuan’s expression grew colder:
“Merging the forms of a hundred beasts is to transform into a dragon; transforming into a dragon is to observe the true dragon’s divine form.”
“Look at that beastly image of yours—does it even compare?”
Yin Huacheng’s face turned pale from the scolding.
“Once we reach Qinghe County, I’ll ask Master Han to cleanse your body.”
“Ying Bing is off-limits; she’s been designated by Master Han.”
“Get lost.”
“Yes.”
Yin Huacheng left, his face ashen.
As the breeze brushed against him, he rode on horseback, his mind swirling with thoughts.
Off-limits to Ying Bing?
But his father hadn’t said anything about Li Mo…
He had once hung a flower at the Drizzle Pavilion, but before he could pluck it, Ying Bing had killed him, causing him to lose his deposit for nothing.
In Qinghe County, where all sorts of people mingled, if Li Mo were to die at the hands of an assassin, it would seem quite reasonable, wouldn’t it?
A true disciple of Qingyuan Sect falling to an assassin from the Drizzle Pavilion.
He exhaled, having crafted a script for someone in his mind.
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In the past few days, Li Mo had been immersed in the monotonous practice of martial arts, occasionally sipping tea with Ying Bing, practicing swordplay, and enjoying hot pot.
During this time, he had gained some understanding of Ying Bing’s dual Inner Breath.
Her physique allowed for two Inner Breaths, condensing the Xuan Dan.
What about himself?
Li Mo still only had a preliminary understanding of his own physique.
The better the Xuan Dan was condensed, the more pronounced the difference would be in the future when reaching the Observation God realm.
So, during his spare time, he also flipped through other martial arts manuals.
The Qingyuan Sect’s convoy traveled smoothly, with the least impressive steeds being thousand-mile horses.
Thus, after several days, they had already arrived at Dongli Village, a hundred miles outside Qinghe County.
This area belonged to the Fenyu Forest, as they were considered half-hosts.
Though Fenyu Forest wasn’t the ruler of Ziyang Prefecture, the forest master held a prominent status, attracting many visitors.
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Pitter-patter—
In June, the light rain fell between the pavilions and towers of Dongli Village, making it hard to see clearly through the mist.
Fenyu Forest claimed to welcome heroes from all over the world to gather.
But in reality, without some background or personal skill, wandering martial artists couldn’t even get in.
However, that didn’t stop them from gathering information and enjoying the atmosphere nearby.
“Isn’t that the current chief of Fenyu Valley? Why does he always look down on people through his nostrils?”
“Is it possible he slept awkwardly last night?”
“Don’t be ridiculous; he seems to have recently broken through to the Observation God realm. How could a strong practitioner sleep awkwardly?”
As the wandering martial artists whispered among themselves, a convoy approached from the main road.
They turned their gazes.
“The people from Qingyuan Sect have arrived.”
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The wandering martial artists immediately perked up; after all, Qingyuan Sect was the largest sect in Ziyang Prefecture.
Then, they saw a pair of young men and women disembark from the foremost carriage.
The girl was as clear as a cold moon, her beauty breathtaking, exuding a kind of oppressive charm that left everyone momentarily speechless, unsure if they dared to speak.
The boy beside her was amiable and refined, exuding a sunny and easygoing demeanor.
The two seemed to be engaged in conversation.
“Young disciples this young… have all come? They look no more than seventeen or eighteen.”
“Have you been living under a rock, brother? That’s the current chief of Qingyuan Sect, the Sword Master of the Frosty Dawn. It’s said that no one can withstand a single strike from her, not even those in the Observation God realm.”
“That’s too outrageous; I’m an outsider, don’t try to fool me.”
“Isn’t it enough for a true disciple of a major sect to defeat us with just one strike?”
“That sounds a bit more plausible. And then what?”
“The gap between Qingyuan Sect’s true disciples and us is the same as the gap between Ying Bing and Qingyuan Sect’s true disciples.”
“What about the boy beside her? He must be exceptionally talented to stand alongside Ying Bing.”
“What are they discussing? Could it be some profound martial arts?”
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To the wandering martial artists, they seemed unfathomable.
Every word and action carried its own aura.
But in reality…
“Tsk, tsk, our watermelons are the best. It’s just the right season to come back for them; what a coincidence.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll leave some watermelon in your room tonight. It has to be chilled. By the way, have you ever had ice cream?”
“Ice cream?”
“I’ll come to your room tonight to teach you.”
As Li Mo spoke, he felt a pang of nostalgia for his backyard, but unfortunately, he couldn’t return for now.
He wrote a letter home explaining the situation and needed someone from Dongli Village to help deliver it.
The Qingyuan Sect’s convoy entered the village.
Elders Xue Jing, Qian Bufan, and Yin Huaxuan were greeted by a high-ranking member of Fenyu Forest and taken to discuss matters.
As they left, Old Xue shot Li Mo a glance.
“It looks like the rain is going to get heavy soon.”
“I understand, Master.”
Li Mo nodded.
After the elders departed, the disciples all went to the main hall for the banquet.
At this time, the hall was still quite empty, likely because Qingyuan Sect had arrived early.
Luo Yu, as the chief, stood at the entrance to welcome guests, accompanied by a girl who chattered around him—naturally, it was Luo Yao.
“Brother, has the King of the Northwest Hammer arrived today?”
“How would I know?”
“Did you find out about the Hard-Boned Gang?”
“I’m looking into it. You can go join the crowd in the hall, and I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
Luo Yu’s head was spinning.
His sister was great in every way, except for her incessant chatter and love for mingling.
Upon hearing that various factions were gathering at Dongli Village, she insisted on tagging along, claiming she wanted to broaden her horizons and meet the heroes of the world.
“Ha ha.”
A laugh came from nearby.
Luo Yu turned around, instantly feeling exasperated.
It was Li Mo.
At that moment, he was holding a small notebook and a pen.
“What are you doing here?” Luo Yu huffed.
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