Chapter 234
The common folk were suddenly gripped by fear, scattering like birds and beasts in all directions.
The giant Roc circled in the sky, its keen eyes spotting a little girl clutching a mooncake as she fled. It let out a strange laugh and swooped down.
A wild wind swept through.
Fu Yingzi's face turned pale as she was engulfed by the shadow of the Roc.
At that moment, a beam of moonlight unexpectedly pierced through the daylight.
The Roc abruptly halted in mid-air.
For a long sword, as frosty as snow, had appeared at its neck, the cold gleam threatening to sever it at any moment.
The sword's owner was a celestial-like maiden.
“Do you know the way to the Qingluan tribe?”
Her voice was soft and clear.
“How dare you...”
The Roc croaked, attempting to sound threatening.
Swish—
The moonlight flashed, and the sword's brilliance vanished.
Feathers fell like leaves.
The Roc suddenly felt a chill above its head, as cold as the sword's light, as cold as the gaze of that noble maiden.
“The Qingluan tribe despises humans and all males...”
Swish—
The maiden spoke no more, and the sword flashed again.
The Roc lost more feathers, and in its fierce eyes, a hint of sorrow and grievance emerged.
“Can’t we talk this out? We can reason together!”
Birds rely on their beautiful feathers to attract mates, especially those on their heads.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Three bronze horses pulled a cart, their hooves flying as if they were soaring through the air.
The cart truly flew low, gliding effortlessly over the often distorted, desolate, and muddy terrain of the southern lands.
Having left the Southern Gate in early autumn, Li Mo and his companions finally approached their first stop in the southern region, just as the autumn chill began to set in.
In the distance, the majestic mountain range came into view.
“This place doesn’t seem very lively,” Li Mo remarked, peering through the clouded window of the cart. He had donned attire that matched the southern style, complete with a headscarf and a dark robe embroidered with exotic beasts.
Along the way, he had witnessed a coexistence of prosperity and decay, observing many beings struggling to survive in the cracks of society.
Compared to the fortified towns they had seen, Baoping Town was far from thriving.
Huang Donglai nodded in agreement. “This area is surrounded by mountains on three sides, so very few merchants pass through, leading to a sparse population.”
“But as long as we don’t carry too much cargo and can move quickly, this route to the Mingjiao tribe is excellent.”
Li Mo glanced at the map, recalling Huang Donglai’s earlier explanations.
The closer they got to the Southern Gate, the more subdued the demon tribes became, and the stationed military grew denser.
Yet, as they ventured deeper into the southern lands, the influence of Dayu weakened.
The guardians of peace were no longer the military but the ‘Wuling’ (shaman spirits) revered by the common folk.
“Li brother, that...”
Murong Xiao, having completed his daily training to suppress his bloodline, suddenly spoke up awkwardly.
“Out again?”
Li Mo was taken aback, pulling out a gold ingot and skillfully breaking it into small pieces.
“Um... I’ll definitely return it to you when we get back to Ziyang Prefecture,” Murong Xiao said, his expression growing more embarrassed.
“Why? You want to hoard all the merits for yourself?”
Li Mo chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled out herbs and food.
In a chaotic world, human lives were as fragile as grass.
Murong Xiao, adhering to the principle of doing good, never turned a blind eye to suffering he encountered along the way.
With his kind nature, even if it weren’t for suppressing his bloodline, he would still help.
In truth, much of it could be considered Li Mo’s investment.
Well, perhaps not an investment.
Now, he wasn’t sure if it was due to his increasingly elevated realm, but even saving ordinary lives yielded little in return.
After preparing provisions for Murong Xiao, the cart arrived at the town entrance.
Under the archway marked with the characters ‘Baoping.’
However, as they reached the entrance, they saw a throng of people ahead, the southern folk in bizarre attire gathered, their voices buzzing with discussion.
“How could Fu Yingzi be in league with the demon tribe?”
“She spoke to that fairy the other day; could she be a demon?”
“Stop that child’s mother! The military cannot be offended...”
...
Hmm?
Li Mo raised an eyebrow.
His gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on the frail girl kneeling on the platform, her face drained of color, lips pale with fear.
A bare-chested executioner, drinking strong liquor, wielded a knife thicker than the girl’s waist.
Glancing at the sky, the official on the high platform declared loudly, “The time has come!”
“Execute!”
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PS: Startled from a dying illness, the King of Hell praises my good health.
I ask the audience for support, mwah~
Chapter 251: Witnessing Injustice for the First Time, Mooncake Brother?
【Name: Lu Fu Ying】
【Age: 8】
【Root Bone: None.】
【Realm: Mortal.】
【Destiny: Black】
【Evaluation: As fleeting as duckweed, life like wild grass.】
【Recent Encounter: Saved by Ying Bing while working, yet due to the crime of consorting with demons, she is about to become a victim of the blade.】
This was the information Li Mo had just seen through the Eye of Destiny.
He was momentarily stunned, a surge of unnamed anger rising within him.
Shouldn’t the guarding military protect the peace of the land?
At least, it was the first time he had witnessed such a thing since leaving the Southern Gate.
He saw the official leisurely approach Lu Fu Ying, holding a teacup.
The official’s gaze didn’t seem to regard her as a living person:
“I will show mercy, considering your youth and ignorance. I will ask you one last time.”
“Was the woman you saw that day a human or a demon?”
The little girl, not yet ten, was filled with terror, unable to grasp the implications of the question.
“That beautiful sister was... a fairy?”
“Even at death’s door, you still defend the demons.”
The official scoffed, splashing tea onto the nearby executioner's knife, but it did nothing to cleanse the bloodstains.
The executioner, expressionless, raised his large knife, ready to claim another innocent soul.
Clang—
Yet, just as the blade was about to fall, a light sound rang out.
The front half of the blade shattered, spinning away.
The official, oblivious, suddenly felt a void above his head. He looked up, only to find his hat had been knocked off by the broken knife.
What had interrupted the executioner's blade landed in front of the dazed little girl.
A gold bean.
She looked up in shock, seeing a handsome young man standing before her, his face somewhat familiar, though she couldn’t recall where she had seen him.
The young man turned to the bald monk beside him and said, “Take her to her family.”
Fu Yingzi, forgetting to cry, was whisked away by Murong Xiao, who tucked her under his arm.
At that moment, the soldiers below also reacted, some rushing toward the official while others surrounded the area.
“Disrupting the execution, attempting to abduct a criminal, and even trying to kill this official!”
“Surely, they are allies of the great demon!”
The official seemed emboldened, straightening his back as he spoke, having just moments ago been in a panic.
Li Mo genuinely wanted to punch him to death.
The Eye of Destiny revealed that he was no good.
But he couldn’t just wipe out the entire guarding military here.
“You all should have the means to discern between humans and demons,” Li Mo patiently reasoned.
“The person Lu Fu Ying interacted with a few days ago was not a demon; I can prove it.”
It was well-known that Li Mo was usually a gentleman.
Gentlemen use words, not fists.
Unless it’s time to throw a punch.
“So you know that woman?” the official squinted.
Li Mo relaxed his brow slightly. “Of course, I know her.”
The official’s face suddenly darkened.
“That person just admitted to being an ally of the demoness; seize him for me, regardless of life or death!”
Li Mo: “?”
The guarding soldiers immediately braced their long spears, rushing forward.
Demons and exotic beasts typically possess greater physical strength than humans of the same realm.
However, if the thousands of soldiers in Baoping Town formed a formation, concentrating their power on the observing realm guards, they could easily handle a sixth-grade demon, equivalent to a strong inner realm fighter.
These soldiers were all in the Inner Breath realm, and at a glance, there were dozens of them; forming a military formation against an observing realm opponent was not a problem.
But that was only for ordinary observing realm opponents.
Li Mo didn’t even need to use any other means.
With his current physique and the inherent sharpness of the Armed Killing Body, he clenched his fist and struck casually, unleashing a force that the military formation could not withstand.
Clang—
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