Chapter 620
“Who’s playing mahjong? I want to join in for a couple of rounds!”
Li Mo: “......”
It seems the people across the table are even less reliable.
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**Chapter 722: Are There More Experts?**
Gulu gulu—
The second floor of the hot pot restaurant was quiet, save for the bubbling sounds of the pot.
Yuwen Cuojin and Situ Ding were sizing up the three people across from them, their expressions thoughtful, unsure of the situation.
The one in the lead must be the Black Earth Immortal; his depth was hard to gauge.
But the two beside him were clearly just at the Outer Scene realm.
In any major sect, a Fifth Realm cultivator would be a pillar of strength, but with so many powerful figures gathered at Qingyuan Sect for the ceremony, they seemed rather insignificant. Moreover... they didn’t match Luo Yexian’s description of the Black Earth Immortal...
“By the way, where’s Luo Yexian?”
Situ Ding transmitted a message to Yuwen Cuojin.
“... He’s playing mahjong.”
Yuwen Cuojin’s lips twitched.
Just a moment ago, Luo Yexian had shouted from outside, and guess what? He found some fellow players and is now downstairs, completely forgetting his responsibilities.
He was the one who dealt with the Black Earth Immortal more often; with this middleman absent, weren’t they just sitting ducks?
This damn thing, if he weren’t the Holy Son’s uncle, he’d definitely...
“I’m Situ Ding, honored to meet the Immortal. May I ask the names of your two companions?”
Situ Ding clasped his hands and spoke first.
Elder Xue stood with his hands behind his back, silent.
Elder Qian didn’t say a word either, completely engrossed in the hot pot, lost in his own world.
Before coming, Li Mo had told them that the more they spoke, the more mistakes they’d make. They had little experience dealing with people from the Demon Sect, so he’d handle everything.
“They have no names.”
Little Li, the Immortal, shook his head and said lightly, “They’re just servants; as long as they can do their jobs, names are irrelevant.”
Xue Jing: “......”
Qian Bufan: “Munch munch.”
Servants?
Situ Ding and Yuwen Cuojin exchanged glances.
They had subordinates at the Fifth Realm, but servants? That was unheard of. For instance, Luo Yexian was at the Outer Scene realm; setting aside his relationship with the Holy Son, he was a respected figure wherever he went. How could he willingly serve as someone’s servant?
Yuwen Cuojin caught on.
The Immortal meant that the strong allies he brought were someone else?
Before he could speak, a commotion erupted downstairs.
“You guys are cheating!”
“Oh? Didn’t expect you to have some insight.”
“You bunch of soulless players, give me back my money! Then kneel and apologize to my mahjong, or else...”
“We are disciples of the Mountain Tiger Gang. What are you going to do about it?”
“?”
Luo Yexian’s eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply—not out of surprise, but out of anger.
He, the calling master of the Demon Sect, a ruthless figure.
How dare these Inner Breath realm cultivators act like this?
Can he tolerate this?
Luo Yexian wanted to snort coldly to reveal his realm, but suddenly remembered he was here for the sect’s grand plan. Being near Qingyuan Sect, if he acted rashly and startled the snake, the two vice leaders would definitely make him regret it.
“Hmph... you all can leave.”
“Just now you were so fierce; I thought you had some skills.”
Seeing Luo Yexian’s anger, the leading cheat sneered and grabbed the money bag from the table.
“I’ll kill you!”
Luo Yexian’s eyes were bloodshot. Cheating was one thing, but stealing his money?
In a fit of rage, his left arm extended like a serpent.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The onlookers only saw a shadow flash by, and that person’s hand was crushed, the bloodied money bag returned to Luo Yexian’s grasp.
“Ahhh! My hand!”
“Call for help, call for help!”
“Who threw that firecracker?”
The hot pot restaurant was thrown into chaos. Outside, footsteps could be heard, and a group of people rushed in, clearly ready to escalate the situation.
“This Luo Yexian! He’s more trouble than he’s worth!”
Yuwen Cuojin slammed the table.
These ants weren’t worth worrying about; the key was that Luo Yexian had just revealed the martial arts of the Hundred Beasts Hall, and there were many eyes and ears here.
“The only option now is to kill everyone to prevent leaks,” Situ Ding said ominously.
“There are many people from the martial world here, with significant backgrounds. Killing them is a temporary measure.”
As Yuwen Cuojin spoke, he sighed: “But for now, it seems we have no choice...”
Before he could finish, his tone suddenly faltered.
Situ Ding, beside him, felt the same, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The once noisy hot pot restaurant had quieted down without them noticing. Trees grew, birds chirped, and flowers bloomed, creating a drowsy atmosphere.
Bubbles appeared and burst into a kaleidoscope of dreamlike colors, and a figure emerged from the light and shadow.
“Who goes there?”
Situ Ding’s expression turned grave; the opponent was at the Seventh Realm, and their aura was even older and deeper than his, clearly having traveled further down the path of mastering the profound.
“It’s her... Situ, stay calm.” Yuwen Cuojin held him back.
“Tonight is an ordinary night; nothing unusual happens in the hot pot restaurant.”
The figure ignored everyone else and spoke quietly.
Then, a dream butterfly flew out from the foreheads of all the guests in the restaurant, fluttering away, disappearing without a trace.
Her voice came from the dreamlike butterfly:
“They won’t remember what happened tonight.”
At that moment, the handless cheat suddenly vanished from his spot.
In his place stood another figure.
She appeared calm, exuding an air of divine superiority and nobility, instilling a sense of transcendence from the depths of the soul.
“I’ve thrown those people a thousand miles away.”
In an instant, a thousand miles away!
“Are there more experts?”
Situ Ding’s expression changed slightly.
The newcomer’s aura hovered between the Sixth and Seventh Realms, but the mysterious speed with which she appeared right under his nose would surely give even a Seventh Realm cultivator a headache.
“The one on the right, Situ, you could also call her the Sect Leader.”
Yuwen Cuojin sighed: “She is the one I mentioned.”
“Not only the Sect Leader, but also the embodiment of the Cloud Dream Ancestor?”
Situ Ding gasped. “And what about the one on the right?”
Little Li discreetly gave Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing a thumbs up.
No wonder they had once been a Sect Leader and a totem; their entrance was anything but ordinary.
This was also why he hadn’t brought Bing Tuo along; if those two clashed midway, it would be a hassle...
Li Mo maintained a calm demeanor:
“There’s no need for you two to transmit messages; they are my left and right protectors.”
Upon hearing this, Situ Ding, Yuwen Cuojin, and Mo Chaozong first felt awkward, then their expressions turned respectful.
The Immortal had clearly known they were transmitting messages but chose not to expose them.
Of course.
With such protectors, the Immortal would only be more unfathomable.
“Just a trivial skill; I hope it doesn’t amuse you.”
Li Mo: “.....”
You guys, one moment serious, the next shocked, then pulling each other, your faces changing like traffic lights.
Is it really that hard to guess you were transmitting messages?
“Let’s get back to business.”
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**Chapter 723: A Way to Deal with Little Li**
Looking at the Black Earth Immortal and those two ‘protectors,’ Yuwen Cuojin and Situ Ding both took a deep breath.
Steady.
Setting aside those two Fifth Realm minnows, the combat power of the two at the Mastering Profound realm, one of whom was an ancestor’s embodiment, exceeded their expectations. Not to mention the unfathomable Black Earth Immortal, who, although he didn’t seem likely to intervene, was still a wild card.
Not just steady; the two vice leaders didn’t even know how to lose! If the Black Earth Immortal was willing to act, they would dare to challenge the Imperial Capital!
“I’ve met the Ancestor; I apologize for not welcoming you properly.”
Situ Ding commanded, and all the strong figures of the Demon Sect stood up.
The Dream Path had no inheritance; otherwise, such powerful martial arts would never have been lost in the Demon Sect. Qin Yuzhi’s identity was beyond doubt.
“Everyone, rise. I am now under the Immortal’s command; just call me the Left Protector.”
Qin Yuzhi stood behind Little Li, slightly nodding:
“When doing tasks, refer to your titles.”
“Yes.”
Situ Ding and Yuwen Cuojin exchanged glances, feeling an unspoken relief.
The former Sect Leader had awakened, and she was the embodiment of an ancestor. In terms of seniority and backing, if Qin Yuzhi intended to return to the Demon Sect, the current Sect Leader’s position would become awkward. Even if she didn’t step down, there would be an ancestor looming over her.
Fortunately, Qin Yuzhi’s words showed no intention of seizing power within the sect.
But what abilities did the Black Earth Immortal possess to make Qin Yuzhi willingly serve...
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