Chapter 383
“Demon spawn, take this sword!!”
“Hold on, I was just joking.”
Fortunately, Li Mo explained quickly; otherwise, he would have had to catch a blade with his bare hands.
“What’s going on?”
Elder Han He finally relaxed but still looked puzzled.
Shangguan Wencang chuckled in disbelief, “Martial artists should maintain their composure. Getting startled at every little thing is just... unbecoming.”
“Xiao Mo, take your time and explain.”
Li Mo and Ying Bing had just repelled the forces of the Da Shang remnants in the South Border and taken down high-ranking members of the Huan Mo Sect.
They even took turns slapping the face of the Da Yu crown prince.
The sect leader had already been through a self-reflective phase, realizing that prodigies like these two had to weather storms to grow.
As their mentors, they needed to stay calm and not overreact.
Li Mo glanced at Qin Yuzhi and said, “Elders, I’ve brought the leader of the Huan Mo Sect here. She’s currently, more or less, my employee.”
“?”
“She’s writing her resume right now. Don’t we need a Supreme Elder for our sect?”
“????”
P.S.: My relatives are back, so I’m a bit late. Sorry, sorry.
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**Chapter 422: The Itch in the Unreachable Places**
Watching Li Mo’s serious expression and then glancing at the nearly defeated Qin Yuzhi, Shangguan Wencang and the other elders were not shocked at first; instead, they fell into deep thought, trying to decipher the meaning behind the words they recognized.
Huan Mo Sect leader?
Your employee?
Supreme Elder of Qingyuan Sect???
Could those three phrases even refer to the same person? This is nonsense!!
“Wait a second, let me sort this out.”
Shangguan Wencang and Elder Han He attempted to comprehend the situation, only to realize their understanding needed improvement.
“Uh, let me start from the beginning.”
Li Mo cleared his throat and said, “Initially, I saw the people of the South Border suffering under the Huan Mo Sect, and coincidentally, I needed the power of the masses for a martial art. So, I teamed up with some elders from the demon clan. As everyone knows, they seem to excel at shape-shifting martial arts.”
“Then, quite inexplicably, I became the brother-in-law of the Huan Mo Holy Son.”
“So you created a new sect?! To scam the Huan Mo Sect?”
Elder Han He’s eyes widened as he rolled up his sleeves.
He was stunned by what he heard.
There was also the Wanxiang Xian Sect, and the Primordial Celestial Venerable, and he even dragged Xiao Bing along to become a saintess.
It all sounded somewhat plausible.
“Han He, look at you, getting all worked up.”
Seeing Elder Han He’s unusual temperament about to boil over, Shangguan Wencang quickly intervened.
Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself to stay calm and said, “Please continue.”
“Actually, there’s no treasure at the bottom of Yunmeng Palace, just the former leader of the Huan Mo Sect, who is also Qin Yuzhi. But no one else would believe it, so I used a martial art that allows transformation to kick a stone and divert their attention.”
“Hey, those Huan Mo folks aren’t too bright; they probably thought it was hilarious.”
“”
Now it was Elder Zeng and the three heroes of Hengyun who fell into contemplation.
So the hair they snatched...
Was really just a single strand of hair! (Facepalm)
The sect leader and the elder from the Divine Weapon Peak felt their scalps tingle.
This kid, this demon spawn, has some serious guts! His actions are just too audacious!
“Then I saw that Qin Jiao Zhu was all alone and had nowhere to go. Since we had a strategic partnership with the Huan Mo Sect, and she’s a natural-born worker saint body, I thought it would be better to bring her into the Wanxiang Xian Sect.”
“Plus, having her as a Supreme Elder in our Qingyuan Sect would be a nice bonus.”
“Demon spawn, shut up!!”
Elder Shangguan lost his cool and nearly swung his smoking pipe at Li Mo’s head.
Was the ancestral foundation going to become a hideout?
Could a sect still be called a sect? At best, it could be called a conglomerate, and a massive one at that.
“Oh right, the Qingyuan Imperial Tomb.”
Qin Yuzhi raised her head, memories flooding back:
“I designed the tomb myself. I even placed many statues containing divine intent at the entrance to intimidate thieves and prevent grave robbers. Why can’t I see them now?”
So, the Qunyu Peak is the entrance to the imperial tomb?
Was she talking about those divine observation statues?
Li Mo looked at his master.
“?”
Shang Wu touched her delicate nose, whistling as she gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
The beautiful master didn’t quite understand what he was saying.
So, the ancestral foundation was designed by her?
Shangguan Wencang’s expression was complex. A seventh realm master of the profound, many major sects in the state might not even have such an old monster in their ranks.
The Celestial Realm is a legend, and the Heavenly Ascendancy has vanished from the world.
The seventh realm is already the strongest foundation visible in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
But the identity is indeed too sensitive, too deeply entangled.
“This matter is significant and requires careful consideration.”
The sect leader hurried back to the main peak, unsure if he was going to discuss it with the real Supreme Elder.
Elder Zeng from Hengyun Sword City and Bai Jinghong went to stay at the Divine Weapon Peak, while the three heroes of Hengyun had all made it onto the Qianlong List, departing from Ziyang Prefecture to the imperial capital, needing to get a bit closer.
As for Elder Han He...
“Perfect timing, I’m not very good at fighting. You take over.”
Li Mo vacated his spot and sat next to Ying Bing, ready to learn a thing or two.
Elder Han He frowned, “I never participate in such crowd gambling; it’s a waste of time.”
“Come on, we agreed to go back to the Divine Weapon Peak to forge some weapons, didn’t we?”
Li Mo suddenly mumbled.
Could this kid be interested in metallurgy?
Oh right, the Divine Hammer Little Overlord.
Elder Han He, without showing any signs, backed off and sat back down.
“Occasionally for fun, it’s harmless.”
“Shang Wu, today you’ll learn that the true first sparrow god of Qingyuan Sect is someone else!”
And so...
The sound of mahjong tiles clattering echoed once more.
The true first sparrow god of Qingyuan Sect was indeed someone else, not Shang Wu, but also not Elder Han He.
After Li Mo left the table, Ying Bing played even better!
And then little Li was there providing mahjong loans.
One was winning money, the other lending it.
Can you say this isn’t a couple’s scam?
Unfortunately, for the sake of the other three’s gaming experience, they had to swap back the confident little Li who had already learned the ropes.
“It’s all the same position; why are the tiles I draw so terrible?”
Li Mo grumbled, scratching his neck.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze and saw a few beams of sunlight filtering through the banyan tree, perfectly illuminating Li Mo’s neck with dappled light.
It made the reddened spots stand out even more.
“Hahaha, Hu La! Pay up, pay up.”
Li Mo was the last one without a winning hand, so he felt a bit frustrated.
Before he could reach to scratch his neck, a sudden cool sensation touched him there.
Huh?
He turned around and suddenly realized that he and Ying Bing were sitting very close together; if they got any closer, she would be in his lap.
“Is it here?”
“Yeah, but there’s another spot that itches.”
“Where?”
“The other side.”
Li Mo said a bit sheepishly.
“?”
What kind of position would allow him to scratch both sides of his neck at the same time?
He would have to stand up, positioning himself behind her, with his head resting on her stomach.
Ying Bing shook off the image in her mind and glanced at the neatly stacked mahjong tiles.
“You’ve played several wrong tiles.”
“Ah?”
Li Mo raised an eyebrow, realizing that his already terrible hand had gotten even worse, and he smacked his lips in a bit of melancholy, unsure if it was because of the mahjong or something else.
Then the tiles kept getting worse.
This round felt like a total loss.
Little Li’s mouth twitched, his head tilted back, and then he bumped into something soft.
Was it an illusion?
In his breath, there seemed to be a hint of fragrance, and a cool touch brushed against his neck.
He froze, turning to look, and could even feel the graceful lines of her abdomen against his side.
“Still itchy?”
“Not anymore.”
Li Mo took a deep breath, inadvertently pushing the stacked tiles aside, and across from him, Elder Han He and the others first frowned, then their eyes widened.
“I won.”
Ying Bing said, but her trembling gaze was not on the mahjong tiles.
He said he wasn’t itchy anymore.
But was his itchiness contagious to her, a place that couldn’t be reached?
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**Chapter 423: The Dream of Yellow Millet and the Pink Ice Block Dream**
The first Sparrow God Competition of Qingyuan Sect concluded successfully.
The main reason was that the other three couldn’t continue playing, watching little Li’s head resting on Ying Bing’s flat abdomen, all three wore the same resentful expression.
It seemed more painful than losing money.
Elder Han He reminded them to remember to come to the Divine Weapon Peak, and the frivolity came to an end. Shang Wu had accumulated a mountain of debts; although little Li didn’t plan to make her pay it back, her elder’s salary had already been lost.
If they continued playing, they’d end up losing their pants.
With not enough players, Qin Yuzhi, still unsatisfied, sighed reluctantly:
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