Looking at Li Mo’s serious face as he earnestly asked, he turned to glance at the almost defeated Qin Yuzhi.
Firstly, Shangguan Wencang and the elders weren’t shocked but rather deep in thought, pondering the meaning of the words Li Mo was throwing around, which they all recognized.
Huanmo Sect Master?
Your employee?
Qingyuan Sect’s Supreme Elder???
Were these three phrases supposed to belong to the same person? Talk about nonsense!!
“Wait, let me sort this out…”
Shangguan Wencang and Elder Han He tried to comprehend, then found out their understanding skills might need a boost.
“Um, I guess I should start from the beginning.”
Li Mo cleared his throat and said:
“Seeing how the people of the South Border were being bullied by the Huanmo Sect, and I needed the power of the masses for a martial arts skill, I teamed up with some seniors from the Monster Clan. As everyone knows, they seem to be somewhat skilled at visual martial arts…”
“Things got pretty bizarre after that, and I became the Huanmo Sect’s Holy Son’s uncle…”
“So you created a new sect?! To scam the Huanmo Sect?”
Elder Han He’s eyes widened, rolling up his sleeves.
He was left dazed just listening.
And there was the Wanxiang Xianzong, and a certain Primordial Celestial Venerable, plus dragging Little Ice Girl into becoming a saintess.
Even he felt that was a bit plausible…
“Elder Han He, calm down, you’re getting worked up,” Shangguan Wencang interjected quickly as he spotted Elder Han He’s tendency to explode.
Taking a deep breath and reminding himself to cool it, the Lord Sect Leader said:
“Please, continue.”
“Actually, there’s no extraordinary treasure at the bottom of Yunmeng Palace, just something that used to belong to Huan Shen… the Huanmo Sect Master, also Qin Yuzhi, though the others definitely won’t believe it, so I… I found a martial arts skill that could transform into a form, kicked a stone to distract them…”
“Hey, those idiots from the Huanmo Sect must still be laughing like fools over it.”
“……”
Now, it was Elder Zeng and the Hengyun Trio who fell into deep thought.
So, they fought over a single hair…
It really was just a hair! (smash)
The Lord Sect Leader and the Shenbing Peak elder felt their scalps go numb.
This kid… No, this little monster has some real guts; what he did was outright ridiculous!
“Later, seeing Sect Master Qin all alone and with nowhere to go, I figured since we had strategic cooperation with the Huanmo Sect, and since she’s a congenital working saint body, how about bringing her into Wanxiang Xianzong?”
“Plus, she could serve as a Supreme Elder in our Qingyuan Sect, just perfect…”
“Little monster, shut your mouth!!”
Lord Shangguan was almost pushed to the brink of tossing a smoking pot at Li Mo’s head.
What happened to the ancestral foundations?
Could the sect still be called a sect? At best, it might be called a corporation, and a mega one at that!
“Right, the Qingyuan Imperial Tomb…”
Qin Yuzhi lifted her head, a memory suddenly flooding back:
“I even designed the tomb. At the entrance, I put many statues containing divine intent to scare off intruders and prevent grave robbers. Why can’t I see them now?”
So, Qunyu Peak is the entrance to the tomb?
Are those the Guan Shen statues she mentioned?
Li Mo looked at his own master.
“?”
Shang Wu scratched her nose while whistling, gazing at the sky at a forty-degree angle.
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Well, it turned out the ancestral foundation was designed by someone else.
Shangguan Wencang’s expression was complex; a seventh realm master wasn’t easy to find, and many big sects in the province didn’t have such ancient monsters in their realm.
The immortal realm was a legend, while the Celestial Realm had long gone silent.
The seventh realm, by now, was the strongest foundation on the surface of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Yet the identity was certainly too sensitive, entangled too deeply.
“This matter is significant and requires careful deliberation.”
The Lord Sect Leader hurried back to the main peak, whether to consult the true Supreme Elder or not was uncertain.
Elder Zeng from Hengyun Sword City and Bai Jinghong went to temporarily stay at Shenbing Peak; the Hengyun Trio was already on the Qianlong List, heading towards the Imperial Capital from Ziyang Mansion, and they needed to advance a bit more.
And then there was Elder Han He…..
“Perfect, I’m not much of a fighter, you go ahead.”
Li Mo stepped aside and sat next to the Ice Chunk, preparing to learn a thing or two.
Elder Han He frowned, “I never partake in such crowd gambling; it’s the pursuit of idle desires.”
“Hammer Treasure, we talked about this before, needing to go back to Shenbing Peak to forge!”
Li Mo suddenly mumbled.
Could this kid actually be interested in blacksmithing?
Oh right, the God Hammer Little Overlord…
Elder Han He composed himself and quietly backed out, then sat back down.
“Just a little fun, nothing serious.”
“Shang Wu, today you’ll know that the Qingyuan Sect’s first sparrow god is someone else!”
And so, the sound of mahjong clattering filled the air once more.
The first sparrow god of the Qingyuan Sect was indeed someone else—not Shang Wu and not even Elder Han He.
Once Li Mo left the mahjong table, the Ice Chunk played even better!
Then Little Li suddenly became the lender of mahjong loans.
One wins money while the other lends it out.
You can’t tell me this isn’t a couple scam!
Unfortunately, for the game experience of the other three, they had to switch back to Little Li after his confidence was cranked higher.
“Is it the same position? Why are my tiles so terrible?”
Li Mo mumbled, scratching his neck.
Ying Bing lowered her eyes and noticed the sun shining through the banyan tree, casting dappled light on Li Mo’s neck, pinpointing the reddened areas.
“Hahaha, winning! Pay up!”
Li Mo was the last to not win, feeling a bit vexed.
Before he could reach to scratch his neck, a cool touch suddenly caressed him.
Huh?
He turned around and found out that somehow, he and the Ice Chunk were sitting much closer together; if they got any closer, she would be on his lap.
“Is it here?”
“Um… there’s another spot that itches.”
“Where?”
“The other side.”
Li Mo said a bit sheepishly.
“?”
What kind of position could you assume that would allow you to scratch both sides of your neck?
Well, that would require standing up, positioning behind him, and letting his head lean against her belly…
Ying Bing shook off that image from her mind, casting a glance at the neatly arranged mahjong tiles.
“You played several tiles wrong.”
“Ah?”
Li Mo lifted an eyebrow, realizing his already bad tiles had become worse, and he let out a soft sigh, unsure if it was due to the mahjong or something else…
And then the tiles kept getting worse.
This round felt like a complete fail.
Little Li’s lips twitched, his head falling back, then he bumped into something warm and soft.
Was it just a misconception?
In his breath, a slight fragrance seemed to linger, a cool touch grazed his neck.
He froze and turned to look, noting he could feel the beautiful curves on her abdomen even from the side.
“Still itchy?”
“Not anymore.”
Li Mo took a deep breath, accidentally pushing the neatly arranged tiles away, and then in front of Elder Han He and the others, they frowned first, then their eyes widened.
“I won!”
Ying Bing said, yet her trembling gaze didn’t quite land on the mahjong.
He said he wasn’t itchy anymore.
But was his itchiness contagious to her? Was it a place that couldn’t be scratched?
