Li Mo hadn’t even opened his mouth yet; he was still pondering what to say.
Qin Yuzhi had a frosty expression, her authoritative voice booming:
“Great Immortal, you are really too merciful, too indulgent to these unworthy juniors! To be so reckless in front of your ancestors!”
“??”
Unworthy… juniors?
Wow, that’s a bit too scathing, even worse than my tender dad—it’s like we’re getting a superpower level upgrade here!
Yu Wen Cuojin, known for being a big bad guy, usually kept a steady demeanor, but now his nature was about to snap—only for a sudden shock to hit his heart!
Junzi Chengxinzhu stood there, perfectly still, not moving a hair.
This meant he hadn’t detected any lies.
Swearing counts as a lie too, but could it be that this lady’s words weren’t lies at all?
Cold sweat popped out from the back of Yu Wen Cuojin’s neck.
Li Mo, the Black Earth Immortal, waved his hand casually and said, “Come on, we’ve long transcended the mundane. Why should we care about the trifles of this mortal world?”
“The Yunmeng Palace was opened by me, but I never promised to take you all to retrieve any treasures beneath it.”
“Besides, you haven’t walked away empty-handed, have you?”
“A mere broken stone, what’s the big deal!”
As soon as this was mentioned, Tan Zhuyin couldn’t hold his anger any longer.
“This is no mere broken stone, haha…”
Li Mo looked at him like he was a wayward brat wasting resources: “But that thing is definitely not something you can handle, and… it’s also not the biggest gain the Huanmo Sect got from the palace.”
Hmm?
Yu Wen Cuojin frowned as he glanced at Junzi Chengxinzhu, noticing he was indeed not lying.
Which meant Tan Zhuyin had amassed even greater treasures in the palace?
Why didn’t he know about this?
Could it be… he was hiding it and planning to keep it all for himself?!
Yu Wen Cuojin shot a sharp look at Tan Zhuyin.
“I really don’t know! I only got this broken stone!”
Tan Zhuyin clenched his fist, feeling like a big loser.
But fortunately, Junzi Chengxinzhu helped him out, so he didn’t end up looking like a complete fool.
Yu Wen Cuojin asked in a deep voice: “He only got this stone bead in the palace, so why do you say there are greater gains?”
“I’m not talking about him, but the Huanmo Sect.”
Li Mo’s eyes grew misty, as if recalling distant times: “Do you know who built the Yunmeng Palace?”
“……”
The people of the Huanmo Sect fell silent.
Yu Wen Cuojin had to shake his head; this history was too ancient, and there were no records about it in their sect. Who knew if it had been erased by someone?
“It was built by a Huanmo Sect expert who mastered the Great Dream Path. To be precise, it was a member of the Huan Shen Sect.”
“Her name is Qin Yuzhi; she used her astonishing talents to build the Yunmeng Palace.”
“As for her purpose… well, you should know why you want to go into the Yunmeng Palace.”
For the ancestral deity of Yunmeng?
A thought swirled in Yu Wen Cuojin’s mind, stirring up a storm.
All your inheritances and divine artifacts don’t compare to this!
Just as Yu Wen Cuojin was oscillating between doubt and astonishment, Luo Yexian piped up, “Back then, I called for the elder immortal, why didn’t you respond to me?”
Good job, Old Luo, that’s diving right into the heart of it. I’ll be sure to serve you some beef noodles later.
Li Mo replied, “Naturally, I had more important matters to attend to.”
Looking at the Huanmo Sect members, who still seemed a bit clueless, he sighed, mourning his juniors’ ignorance.
“I might as well say it: I directly accessed the core of the palace that day and met your Dream God, also known as the Yun Meng Xian.”
“She revived through the body of that Qin expert, and she’s standing right in front of you.”
“!!!”
Those words erupted like thunder in the ears of the Huanmo Sect members!
Yu Wen Cuojin’s scalp tingled.
He remembered that this lady called them unworthy descendants—she hadn’t triggered a reaction from Junzi Chengxinzhu. This meant she meant every word.
This lady is that Qin expert…
To be precise, she’s… the ancestral deity of Yunmeng?!
“How could the ancestral deity only be at the Transcendental Realm?” Yu Wen Cuojin muttered.
“Time wears down the bones of heroes; such a long time—how could that be unusual?” Li Mo deadpanned.
“…Yeah, I guess that’s true…” Clever Yu Wen Cuojin began to think.
What if collecting the power of all beings was to restore the ancestral deity’s strength?
Cold sweat dripped down Yu Wen Cuojin; he’d lost every trace of his previous arrogance.
He hurriedly commanded his sect members, “Put the bamboo away! Put the bamboo away!”
Then he took the lead in bowing respectfully, calling for the ancestral deity to descend and manifest.
Qin Yuzhi: “……”
Looks like they misunderstood something.
And Li Mo hadn’t told a single lie.
Yet, she still cooperated with a cold huff, and dreams in the form of butterflies began to flutter back from all directions. That was her way of sending dreams to the people of the South Border.
Dream Path!
This was an ancient way lost with the silence of the Yunmeng ancestral deity, yet here it was revived!
In that moment, the last hint of doubt in Yu Wen Cuojin’s heart dissipated; he exclaimed in excitement:
“You’ve descended—why didn’t you inform us to welcome you back to the sect?”
“I’m currently working for the Black Earth Immortal,” Qin Yuzhi replied coldly.
“！！！！”
Luo Yexian looked at Li Mo, his eyes now filled with awe and horror.
Even the ancestral deity works under this Black Earth Immortal?
The ancestral deity is a true immortal from the Nine Heavens!
What kind of terrifying power must this person and the massive Wan Qian Xianzong behind him possess?!
Thinking back on his earlier arrogance, and even daring to release pressure against such a being, he felt a sense of surviving a disaster, grateful that the immortal didn’t hold it against him.
“You, here’s some tea,” Yu Wen Cuojin quickly offered to the big shot.
“Do you mind if I take some of the power of all beings?” Li Mo asked with a half-smile.
“Hehe, you’re family; we don’t have such formalities. Besides, all that power of beings is already spread out,” Yu Wen Cuojin felt that this collection of the power was meant to restore the strength of the Yunmeng ancestral deity.
The Black Earth Immortal must be up to something big—playing an incredible game here!
He was really on the verge of tears.
“However, how do you collect and teach this doctrine?”
“What age are we in? Still doing traditional teachings?”
Li Mo smiled slightly: “Instant noodles, you deserve to have them!”
…
As night fell, a group of Huanmo Sect members came in like a storm, and now they were full of gratitude, practically showering praises on the Immortal.
Even Tan Zhuyin offered up that stone bead, since it meant nothing to him anyway.
While Li Mo, for his troubles, had only dished out a package of instant noodle seasoning.
Qin Yuzhi watched their retreating figures: “You just gave it away like that? Not afraid they’ll come back and snatch the power of all beings from us?”
Li Mo was cleaning up the cooking utensils, softly saying, “If something can truly benefit more people, why worry about who it comes from?”
“If they’re too stubborn, what could a pack of instant noodles change? In the end… the eyes of the masses are sharp.”
“……”
Qin Yuzhi blinked, feeling a bit perplexed by this young man.
Even in the current Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, what the academies taught was still about placing heaven, earth, parents, and teachers above all, keeping a proper hierarchy.
Li Mo’s ideas seemed strange, yet the more she pondered, the more correct they felt—what kind of private school taught this?
Just as she was stirred by this thought, Li Mo called out:
“Sister Qin, let’s move to the next stop. I’m in a hurry to get back to Qiushui Pavilion to soak in the bath and enjoy the moon!”
“All thanks to this bunch of Huanmo Sect people interrupting me—I’m almost late!”
“…..”
Is that really your idea of enjoying the moon?
……
PS: Seeking audience lords to charge the old bowl (pulls out a broken bowl).
