Ming Xuan left with a meaningful smile.
Before leaving, he did not forget to instruct the Fourth General to appease Ji Mo and not to cause any trouble.
Since coercion and temptation were ineffective, there was only one way left: to conquer this brat with a new tactic.
It was rumored that this brat was a scumbag, fond of women and lust, so it was perfect to exploit this weakness.
The Empress of the Nether Clan possessed peerless beauty and world-shattering charm. He couldn't believe he couldn't handle this brat.
Ming Xuan planned to invite the Empress to come out of seclusion, completely conquer Ji Mo, and make him fall at the Empress's feet, becoming her tool.
The Fourth General was furious. He felt that Ming Xuan's attempt to win over Ji Mo was like seeking a tiger for its skin, a foolish act.
It was highly possible that he would try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, losing both the wife and the soldiers.
He strongly opposed recruiting Ji Mo. If this plan succeeded, wouldn't Fifth Brother have died in vain, and wouldn't he have been stabbed so many times for nothing?
No, absolutely not. This matter must be thwarted.
"This old man, from his appearance, is full of schemes and is definitely up to no good. Fourth, you must not learn from such people; they never have a good end."
Ji Mo watched Ming Xuan's disappearing back and muttered.
These words immediately startled the Fourth General. His scalp tingled, and he felt that Ji Mo's words were pointed, a warning to him.
He hurriedly nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice, not daring to breathe loudly.
Forget it, it's better not to overthink things and keep a low profile. Let them engage in their schemes and deceit.
The Fourth General decided to lie flat. Until he escaped Ji Mo's clutches, he would obediently appease this bastard to avoid suffering.
"Take me to the 109th Peak."
Ji Mo spoke, intending to enter the so-called 109th Peak to investigate.
He wanted to ascertain if this mountain was indeed the legendary Buzhou Mountain!
The Fourth General was full of doubt. With Ji Mo's terrifying strength, why would he need him to lead? Couldn't he fly?
However, he dared not speak. He circulated his immortal power, conjured a cloud of mist, and led Ji Mo straight towards the entrance in mid-air.
...
Green mountains were beautiful, clouds coiled, and strange peaks and bizarre rocks stood in profusion. As far as the eye could see, there were endless mountain ranges, making it impossible to discern the size of the 109th Peak.
Looking around at the undulating mountains, each with its unique posture, some like dancing celestial maidens, some like galloping wild horses, and others like winding dragons.
The distant and near mountains were hazy, and faintly, one could see treasures of light shooting into the sky, and surging vital energy of life, creating a magnificent spectacle.
"Indeed, this is a divine mountain. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is incredibly dense, making one feel refreshed and invigorated."
"This mountain is filled with treasures. We're rich, hahaha..."
"That needle-wielding fellow is also foolish. He could have kept it all for himself, but for a mere trifle, he directed us in. He must be crying his eyes out now."
The cultivators who entered the 109th Peak excitedly observed their surroundings, marveling at the sight.
At the same time, they did not forget to mock Ji Mo, thinking him too foolish.
Boom...
Suddenly.
A sound like a thunderclap echoed, followed by waves of dragon roars from afar.
In the distant sky, dragon energy surged, and auspicious clouds filled the air, illuminating half the sky.
"It's Ying Menglong. I didn't expect her to be an Ying Long!"
"Something's not right. Why doesn't the Ying Long have wings? Could she not be pure-blooded, but a hybrid?"
"Her life force is fluctuating, strong then weak. Her condition is very poor, and her body seems to have a major problem."
Everyone focused on the small white dragon in the sky, their eyes flickering.
Many revealed greedy expressions, clearly harboring thoughts of slaying the dragon.
However, no one was foolish enough to openly kill a dragon, so no one acted rashly, watching Ying Menglong disappear into the mountains.
Among the crowd.
The Seven Fiends Ghost Mother appeared particularly excited.
She had secretly left a mark on Ying Menglong earlier, so finding her was not difficult.
Now that Ying Menglong's body was clearly in serious trouble, it was a great opportunity to slay her.
She let out a cold laugh and pursued.
The other beings scattered in all directions, seeking their own opportunities.
Of course, many were also heading towards Ying Menglong.
At this moment.
Ying Menglong felt a fluctuating heat and cold, making her extremely uncomfortable.
She was already poisoned by the Seven Fiends Ghost Mother's peculiar poison, and now she felt that the twins in her womb seemed to be experiencing a change, about to be born prematurely.
"What a sin! How do I give birth? I have no experience."
Ying Menglong discovered a cold pond and plunged into it.
Logically speaking, dragons lay eggs.
But due to being a hybrid, it was possible that she was viviparous rather than oviparous.
As the saying goes, dragons have nine sons, each different.
Hybrid offspring of dragons were always strangely shaped, so Ying Menglong was unsure what she was carrying. Moreover, being a naive girl, she wasn't even sure if she was pregnant.
Regardless, she subjectively felt she was carrying twins, and now it seemed she was having a difficult labor.
The pond water bubbled and steamed, as if about to boil.
Ying Menglong's body was burning hot, her crystalline dragon body showing a pinkish hue. She writhed her slender form, feeling immense discomfort.
The two masses of vital energy in her abdomen were darting around erratically, about to spiral out of control.
"You scumbag, this is all your doing! When the babies are born, they absolutely must not take your surname."
Ying Menglong gritted her teeth, and Ji Mo's image involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Her heart was in turmoil. She clearly hated Ji Mo, the heartless man, to the core, yet her mind was filled with thoughts of him, her eyes imprinted with his image, and with every breath, she found it hard to forget him.
Then she was stunned.
What was that heartless man's name? She didn't even know it.
Thinking that she didn't know his name or where he lived, yet she was about to give birth to two children for him, Ying Menglong was filled with anger.
"Miss Ying, stop hiding. I know you're hiding here."
The Seven Fiends Ghost Mother's voice rang out. She had found her.
However, she did not act rashly, intending to first gauge Ying Menglong's condition.
"Seven Fiends Ghost Mother, if you leave now, all past grievances between us will be settled. If you still harbor ill intentions, I swear I will not let you go."
Ying Menglong responded, her heart sinking to the bottom.
Given her current physical condition, she was no match for the Seven Fiends Ghost Mother. She could only hope that the other party would be deterred by her dragon identity and give up.
But the Seven Fiends Ghost Mother was clearly determined to go all the way, unlikely to give up on the succulent meat within her grasp.
She couldn't help but laugh triumphantly: "Your aura is weakening, and you are destined to not escape this calamity. Surrender obediently and die."
As she spoke, she attacked without hesitation.
Terrifying beams of light erupted from her palm, runes surging, and violent power directly overturned the cold pond.
Ying Menglong was blasted out on the spot. She suffered a strong impact, her vision went black, and she crashed heavily onto the ground, losing consciousness.
"Dragon slaying, treasure seizing, everything belongs to me. Waga ga ga..."
The Seven Fiends Ghost Mother couldn't help but laugh maniacally, approaching Ying Menglong step by step.
Just then.
A faint voice sounded: "You're wishful thinking."