Chapter 122
Li Mo smiled, "You still owe me a favor."
Luo Yu: "......"
Thinking of those two skewers of candied hawthorn, he silently turned away.
Li Mo didn’t say much and got down to business.
He opened his notebook, filled with densely written names.
All the information had been collected by the Tianming Shenyang (Heavenly Fate Divine Eye).
Of course, for now, it only included people from the Qingyuan Sect.
He had gathered a bit of information on each person and even categorized it.
This was not only for investment but also to prepare for entering the secret realm.
He was also hoping to run into that Han Zhen.
“Luo Xiong.”
Not far away, a burly man approached, his upper body muscular and his lower half bundled up in thick clothing.
Behind him followed a group of sturdy brothers, all looking like bears.
Well.
A sect full of muscle-bound brothers; no need to guess, they must be into physical training... oh no, they were into martial arts.
【Name: Tie Qi】
【Age: 27】
【Bone Structure: Copper Skin Iron Bone, born with divine strength】
【Realm: Two Apertures of Divine Observation】
【Fate: Blue】
【Evaluation: Lost both legs in his early years, gained recognition from the master of the Gang Dou Sect through sheer will, now the top disciple of the current generation.】
【Recent Encounter: Heard that the Blood Phoenix is miraculous, capable of reviving the dead and regrowing severed limbs, hoping to try his luck and restore his body, bold and righteous, known as the Big Brother of the Gang Sect.】
Li Mo: "....."
Alright, let's set aside that inexplicable nickname.
This muscle-bound brother seems worth investing in; his evaluation is quite high for someone with a blue fate.
“Hey?”
“I just saw you writing here. Do you know him?”
Luo Yao leaned closer, but her brother was too busy to pay her any mind.
Another reason was...
She felt that this boy, so focused on his writing, looked a bit familiar... but she couldn’t recall where she had seen him.
“I know him.”
Li Mo replied, then directly predicted:
“I don’t know the King of the Northwest Hammer, thanks, really not familiar.”
“Well...”
“Nothing hard about it.”
“Oh.....”
Luo Yao lowered her head, dejected.
Li Mo twitched the corner of his mouth: “Why are you so fixated on finding him?”
Luo Yao sighed:
“I said the King of the Northwest Hammer is the number one genius in the Eastern Wilderness, but they don’t believe me, saying I’m delusional.”
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“Can I just sit back and take it? I have to find Big Hammer Brother and slap them in the face.”
She had seen plenty of so-called geniuses and talents.
None could compare to Big Hammer Brother.
Unfortunately, no one believed her.
Big Hammer... Brother?
Watching the little girl clench her fists, turning into a little fan girl.
Li Mo pondered if there were any rare treasures in this martial arts world that could make people lose their memories.
Please, just forget about me.
Little Li hoped the image he left in the world was that of a suave, elegant swordsman.
He had even thought of a nickname.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Sword Qi spans thirty thousand miles, a single sword’s light chills nineteen states. You can call me Li, Yu Jing Sword Immortal, Mo.”
Li Mo stood tall, speaking with conviction, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed.
The Chixiao Sword trembled slightly, as if feeling a bit ashamed.
Perhaps the nickname was a bit long.
Hearing the little girl’s bewildered expression:
“Li what Mo?”
“Yu Jing Sword Immortal.”
“Li Yu Jing what Mo?”
“Sword Immortal.”
“What Yu Jing Sword Immortal?”
“......”
So how did the King of the Northwest Hammer remember you so clearly in one go?
Li Mo wondered if it was his problem; was the nickname too long?
“Ha....”
Suddenly, a haughty, disdainful laugh came from nearby.
Li Mo looked up to see a handsome young man, dressed in white robes, with a strikingly good appearance, though his triangular eyes gave him a somewhat harsh look.
In his arms, he held a jade-like long sword, and even through the sheath, one could feel its sharpness.
He wasn’t alone; an elder accompanied him, looking quite amiable.
【Name: Bai Jinghong】
【Age: 24】
【Bone Structure: Containing Light Sword Body】
【Realm: Six Apertures of Divine Observation】
【Fate: Blue with a hint of Purple】
【Evaluation: Third seat of the Hengyun Sword City in Langya Prefecture, at a young age, he ranked eighty-ninth on the Hidden Dragon List, showing great talent, but with a proud and competitive nature.】
【Recent Encounter: Heard that Ying Bing can cut through divine observation with her inner breath and possesses exceptional swordsmanship, hoping to sharpen himself through her and find the Blood Phoenix Divine Observation Diagram in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.】
Whether it was Hengyun Sword City or Bai Jinghong, both had quite the reputation.
As soon as he stepped in, he attracted countless praises, but he remained aloof, showing no interest in pleasantries.
Li Mo: “?”
How come everyone has heard of Ying Bing slaying Xiao Mituo?
Which dog’s mouth is so loose?
Achoo—
Luo Yu suddenly sneezed.
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**Chapter 121: Rainy Night with Hammer, Not Sword**
“Hidden Dragon List?”
This was a term quite unfamiliar to Li Mo.
“Oh, that’s the list that records the young talents of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.”
Luo Yao found it strange; how could this boy’s knowledge be so hit or miss? He knew so many people in the martial world but didn’t know what the Hidden Dragon List was.
“The list includes one hundred genius martial artists under the age of thirty, below the Inner Scene Realm.”
She paused, seemingly recalling:
“Your sect, Yin Huacheng, seems to have once ranked at the very bottom, one hundred.”
Aren’t you quite good at remembering?
Realizing something, Li Mo silently buried himself in his work and decided to come up with a less cringeworthy nickname when he had the chance.
Gradually, the sky darkened.
He had recorded quite a bit, but he still hadn’t waited for that Han Zhen.
The banquet in the hall was just about to begin.
.....
“This time in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm, only Yin Hua Xiong is worth seeing.”
Bai Jinghong, proud and arrogant, made a half-hearted compliment, as the Qingyuan Sect was a local power in Ziyang Prefecture, and Yin Huacheng had once been on the Hidden Dragon List.
But Yin Huacheng was not a swordsman; he was more interested in Ying Bing.
“I heard your junior sister has excellent swordsmanship?”
“Of course, she’s far from being on par with Bai Shaoxia.”
Yin Huacheng lowered his gaze, sipping his drink, and called out to the crowd below:
“Junior Sister Ying Bing, Bai Shaoxia also possesses a mysterious weapon; why don’t you represent our Qingyuan Sect and engage in a friendly duel?”
Ah, typical of someone who forgets the pain after healing.
Could Ying Bing even care about him?
The ice princess was busy dipping her fingers in water, drawing something on the table.
Hmm, it looked like the shape of the ice cake she planned to make tonight.
Making ice cakes counts as cooking, right?
Bai Jinghong smirked: “Yin Hua Xiong, you don’t have much authority among your peers.”
“Ha ha.....”
Yin Huacheng’s face turned sour, and he could only force a smile:
“Ying Bing has a cold and proud nature, focused on her cultivation and swordsmanship, treating everyone the same.”
Isn’t that just unfortunate?
Little Li just happened to return, took Ying Bing’s teacup, and gulped down a couple of mouthfuls.
After drinking, Ying Bing, as if used to it, naturally refilled his cup.
“Your ice cake shape is too strange; it’s hard to lick.”
Li Mo glanced back at the stage and added:
“I’ll come back to the banquet later; I’m heading home first.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
Ying Bing and Li Mo had a sword practice session tonight.
She knew Li Mo wasn’t really going home.
He was waiting for a fateful encounter.
The weather was not on their side; a torrential rain began to pour outside.
Li Mo placed the Chixiao Sword with Ying Bing and turned to step into the storm.
Watching the boy leave.
Bai Jinghong wore a half-smile, holding his wine cup with a playful expression, looking at Yin Huacheng with a hint of pity.
In the air, a few inaudible slaps echoed.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Excuse me.”
At this moment, Yin Huacheng suddenly seemed unfazed.
He told himself.
There was no need to get angry over a dead person.
The elders had gone to discuss matters, and Li Mo hadn’t brought any weapons.
The place was filled with all sorts of people, coming from all corners of the world.
Even the weather was just right, a perfect rainy night.
With the right timing, location, and people.
He excused himself and stepped out the door, finding a secluded corner, donning a straw hat and raincoat, underneath which he wore black clothes and a black robe, even putting on a human skin mask.
After making all the preparations, he stepped into the rain curtain as well.
......
Crack—
A thunderclap split the sky, illuminating the world in a pale, ghostly light, the green mountains and clear waters turned stark white.
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