Chapter 233
But Murong Xiao blurted out:
“Just do good deeds... and don’t ask about the future?”
“?”
Li Mo shot him a surprised glance. He hadn’t seen Murong Xiao learn sign language.
How did he understand the old monk’s meaning?
“Amitabha.”
The sound of Hengyuan’s chant still echoed in his ears.
But when he looked up again, he found that Murong Xiao had vanished without a trace.
Li Mo felt uncertain about the intentions of this powerful Zen master from the outer realms.
However, based on the information from the Tianming Divine Eye, it seemed there was no malice.
In that case, there was no need to dwell on it too much.
Business was the priority.
“Brother Li, I have many recommendations for effective Yin people. Would you like to take a look? Or could you tell me what you’re going to the Southern Frontier for?” Huang Donglai, ever true to his purpose, pulled out a small notebook.
It contained various tricks involving Yin people and poison ratios.
“Actually, I’m going to the Southern Frontier mainly to find someone.”
Li Mo glanced at the notebook, his lips twitching slightly.
The cover boldly proclaimed “Survival Rules of Martial Arts,” and the first page recorded the very first rule:
“Beware of hammers!”
What on earth was this about?
Huang Donglai pondered for a moment and said, “Then I know what Brother Li needs the most.”
“What is it?” Li Mo asked.
Huang Donglai pointed to himself: “It’s me.”
Li Mo: “?”
“The terrain and situation in the Southern Frontier are quite complex. Not only are there the Southern Border troops stationed by the Great Yu, but also the demon clans and the Huàn Mó Cult.”
“The border troops are loosely managed, the Huàn Mó Cult lurks in the shadows waiting for an opportunity, and the demon clans are even more complicated, with internal strife and numerous factions. It requires someone who understands the situation in the Southern Frontier well, and my hometown is in the Southern Frontier.”
Hearing Huang Donglai’s words, Li Mo fell into contemplation.
He had heard much about the chaos in the Southern Frontier.
It was a region that the Great Yu Dynasty had never fully controlled.
Cough...
In fact, Huang Donglai’s steady character hinted that the place was far from peaceful.
He and Murong Xiao were like blind flies stumbling into a trap.
Who knew when they would reach the territory of the Mingjiao clan?
Li Mo nodded and said, “I plan to head to the Mingjiao clan’s territory first. Huang brother, you haven’t saved enough money for the medicinal materials, have you?”
“Those medicinal materials are quite expensive... Brother Li, you should prioritize purchasing what you need first. The Mingjiao clan’s territory is very far away.”
Huang Donglai seemed a bit conflicted.
Aside from poisons and tricks involving Yin people, he didn’t know what else to recommend to Brother Li.
It seemed like everything could be useful, but he couldn’t decide.
He had never fought such a wealthy battle before; in the past, he only bought what he needed most.
“Have you ever calculated the costs, Huang brother?”
“What costs?”
Li Mo smiled slightly: “With this deposit slip, clearing out the inventory of the trading company should leave me with a surplus.”
Huang Donglai: “...”
Who calculates such things, I ask you?
But then he thought, as long as he didn’t buy martial arts or weapons, it might actually be enough.
Thus, the largest single-day sales champion in the history of the Hengtong Trading Company emerged.
When Sun Gui learned the news, he was utterly shocked.
Just as he was about to inquire about the name of this sales champion...
He received the other party’s resignation letter.
The sales champion Huang had transformed into the exclusive guide for Little Li in the Southern Frontier.
A low-key carriage rolled straight out of Yunzhou City.
This carriage looked simple, but it was made of extremely sturdy materials, equipped with various emergency measures.
It also had a highly detailed map.
Huang Donglai stood before the map and gently pointed: “Brother Li, this is the habitat of the Mingjiao clan, called Heishui Marsh.”
He meticulously planned the route: “After we exit the Southern Gate from the Jinghai Dense Forest, our first stop will be here!”
Li Mo sat up straight to take a look.
The map clearly indicated:
“Baoping Town.”
.........
Thousands of miles away.
From above, the small town was surrounded by mountains on three sides, as if it were trapped in a bottle.
The green mountains were lush with terraced fields.
The sunlight blazed down, and three suns scorched the earth, distorting the figures of the laborers sweating in the fields. The clothing styles of these people differed significantly from those in the territories ruled by the Great Yu.
While working, the villagers chatted among themselves.
“Ah, this year’s harvest isn’t good.”
“A portion has to be supplied to the officials; I don’t even know if we can make it through this year.”
“But if we don’t keep the troops stationed here, what will happen if the demon clan comes to eat people?”
“Yeah... our village is relatively peaceful. Haven’t you heard? In a village eight hundred miles away, they couldn’t provide grain, the troops were withdrawn, and the entire village was devoured by disaster beasts.”
“By the way, that girl who passed through the village seems extraordinary.”
.....
As the crowd discussed, they couldn’t help but glance over.
In a shaded pavilion.
There was a girl as clear as the cold moon, gazing into the distance.
With her delicate hand, she took a mooncake from a large-headed doll.
The pattern on the mooncake was surprisingly similar to the large-headed doll.
.....
PS: One more chapter to come, a little later.
Chapter 250: Lost in the Ice Block, Execution Ground
Gul-dong—
Nearby, a little girl with hair woven into grass ropes stared at the sweet mooncake, drooling, but only dared to suck on her fingers.
“Don’t stare at the martial artist, dear.”
The little girl’s mother was thin as a stick, like a piece of straw stuck in the field.
She looked at Ying Bing with a fearful and timid gaze, just like the other villagers.
This was also the reason why the villagers dared not approach.
A girl who looked like a fairy could walk alone in the Southern Frontier; she was either a powerful martial artist, a divine servant serving a shaman spirit, or perhaps a strong demon beast in human form.
Ying Bing was very familiar with this kind of gaze.
Once, wherever she descended, the masses revered her like a deity.
What had once seemed ordinary now felt... uncomfortable?
“You can have a taste.”
Ying Bing summoned a bit of cloud and mist, gently placing the mooncake into the little girl’s arms.
“Thank you, fairy sister!”
The little girl was overjoyed, but the surrounding villagers, especially the girl’s mother, suddenly changed their expressions.
She knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing her head:
“Please, she’s still young; spare her.”
“I beg you.”
With the first bow, she broke her head, blood, sweat, and tears mixing with the dirt, hard to distinguish.
“I mean no harm.”
A beam of moonlight fell in broad daylight, enveloping the woman.
If it weren’t for the use of the spirit of intention, this misunderstanding might never have been resolved.
The little girl took a bite of the mooncake, her face filled with happiness, and only then did the woman believe that this cool girl meant no harm.
However, aside from the little girl, no one else dared to approach her.
“Sister, here’s the map you wanted.”
“Thank you.”
Ying Bing took the map and noticed the little girl had bitten off a piece of the Q-version Little Li classmate, pausing for a moment.
After a while, she lowered her head and began to examine the rough hunter’s map.
“Fairy sister, who are you missing?”
The little girl, named Fu Yingzi, tucked the mooncake away and asked curiously.
“I’m looking at the map.”
Ying Bing smoothed out the map, her serene eyes paused for a moment, then she gently shook her head.
“But when my mother misses my father, she has that same expression.”
Fu Yingzi tilted her head, pointing to a nearby mountain path:
“Sister, what mountain is that?”
The little girl’s pure and innocent gaze left Ying Bing speechless.
“That is...”
Ying Bing’s expression froze.
She had clearly been looking at the map just now; the mountain was so close to Baoping Town, she distinctly remembered seeing it.
How could she suddenly forget?
So the girl lowered her gaze again to look at the map.
Outside was Li Mo Mountain, beside it was Li Mo River, and by the river was Li Mo Forest, where the Li Mo clan lived...
“?”
Ying Bing’s serene gaze halted.
“Here is Baoping Town, so of course, that mountain is called Baoping Mountain.”
Fu Yingzi suddenly felt that this sister didn’t seem so scary after all.
Just then.
The sunlight seemed to be obscured by something, and the map filled with Little Li classmates suddenly dimmed.
Ying Bing looked up.
She saw a massive Peng bird, its wings spread like dark clouds pressing down, descending with an overwhelming aura of ferocity.
Its sharp beak opened, and it spoke human words:
“Jie jie jie!”
“Let me see if there are any children to eat!”
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