"What do you want?"
Zhang the blacksmith clutched the gold notes tightly to his chest, his face a mask of panic.
Had these people seen his wealth and decided to rob him?
But he was overthinking it; that wasn't the case.
The surging crowd passed through Zhang the blacksmith and rushed directly into the shop, frantically buying up all the iron tools within.
If an axe could be produced, who knew what other treasures might be hidden inside.
Before long, everything in the shop was sold out.
And Zhang the blacksmith found himself with a large stack of silver notes.
Some people secretly asked Zhang the blacksmith about the origin of the axe.
He shook his head, feigning ignorance, and did not reveal Ji Mo.
Although he was just a commoner, Zhang the blacksmith understood the principle of "possessing a treasure brings trouble." If outsiders knew the axe was forged by Ji Mo, it would likely bring disaster upon Ji Mo.
For this reason, Bai Shou Town gained another unsolved mystery.
Tang Xueyi searched Bai Shou Town from top to bottom, but could not find Ji Mo. In the end, she could only return to Ling Xu Sword Sect with Yue'er, filled with regret.
From then on, Yue'er's fate was completely changed. Ling Xu Sword Sect would pour all its resources into cultivating her into a generation's Sword Saint.
Who would have thought that an ordinary young girl, simply by meeting Ji Mo, would have her life altered?
Carrying a full basket of iron ore, Ji Mo walked on his way home.
He hummed a song as he walked, completely unaware that Bai Shou Town was in an uproar because of him.
"Mr. Ji, I will find you and grind your bones to dust. If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen to this state?"
Tian Xiong emerged from the primeval forest to the west, filled with endless resentment.
Although his cultivation had greatly increased, successfully entering the Spirit Emperor realm, he had paid the price of freedom, becoming a slave to the Nine Nether Ancestor, subservient to another.
To put it bluntly, he had become a dog of the Nine Nether Ancestor, bound by his will and at his disposal.
Tian Xiong knew clearly that he had fallen into a fiery pit, but unfortunately, there was no turning back.
"Mr. Ji? Is someone calling me?"
Ji Mo looked up and saw Tian Xiong. He didn't recognize him, so he paid him no mind.
At the same time, Tian Xiong also noticed Ji Mo. A killing intent flared within him, but sensing no spiritual fluctuations from Ji Mo, and seeing him as just an ordinary person, he lost interest.
"An ant, not even qualified to be blood food. Killing you would only dirty my hands. I'll spare your wretched life."
Tian Xiong glanced disdainfully at Ji Mo and continued on his way.
If he had known that Ji Mo was the Mr. Ji he hated so deeply, he would have regretted it to his very core.
Ji Mo felt a chilling, deathly aura and couldn't help but frown. Why did this person give him the feeling of a living dead man? Something was very wrong.
In a secluded valley outside the territory of the Heavenly Wolf Gang, ten cultivators dressed in the attire of the Xuan Shui Pavilion hid in the grass.
Leading them was a cultivator with slightly curly blue short hair, deep features, handsome brows, and clear eyes like the purest lake, exceptionally handsome.
The male cultivators around him stole glances, showing expressions of inferiority.
"Senior Sister Lan Rou, there are only ten of us. Isn't the manpower a bit insufficient? Should we summon some more fellow disciples?"
Someone said to the blue-haired cultivator.
It was truly unexpected that this person, so handsome it would shame all men, was actually a woman.
However, she wore androgynous clothing and had short hair, making it difficult to distinguish her gender from her appearance alone.
The reason this group was here was that scouts had discovered Tian Xiong's whereabouts, and they had set up an ambush.
But due to the urgency of time, only ten people had been gathered.
"No need to worry. Tian Xiong was severely injured in the battle at Brahma Sect and is not much of a threat."
Lan Rou flicked her hair, full of confidence. She carried the sect's supreme treasure, the Mist Dew Qiankun Silk, and had a high probability of killing Tian Xiong.
As long as Tian Xiong was eliminated, the entire Heavenly Wolf Gang would crumble, eventually falling into the hands of the Xuan Shui Pavilion.
"Oh, not much of a threat? Such arrogant words. A group of you small fry trying to ambush me? You truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
A cold laugh suddenly rang out. Tian Xiong's robust body descended from the sky, crashing down heavily on the spot.
A disciple of the Xuan Shui Pavilion, unable to dodge, was instantly crushed into a pulp.
"Spirit Emperor realm."
Lan Rou's expression changed drastically as she felt the violent aura emanating from him.
Hadn't they said Tian Xiong was severely injured?
Why was he not only uninjured but also greatly increased in strength?
"Xuan Shui Pavilion, how dare you! Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, I accept."
Tian Xiong laughed heartily. These people before him were all good blood food.
"Everyone, flee quickly!"
Lan Rou made a decisive move and turned to escape. Tian Xiong was simply not someone they could deal with at this moment.
"Can you escape?"
Tian Xiong, like a madman, was engulfed in black mist. He unleashed a punch, shattering someone into pieces on the spot.
Then, he reached out, grabbed a cultivator's arm, and tore him in half.
Blood splattered everywhere, and screams echoed. The disciples of the Xuan Shui Pavilion were killed one after another, with no room for resistance.
Lan Rou activated the Mist Dew Qiankun Silk, and a sphere of energy light enveloped her layer by layer, but it still couldn't hold.
She took several blows, the light shield was broken, and she was sent flying.
A large amount of black blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Lan Rou felt her internal organs had shifted. If the Mist Dew Qiankun Silk hadn't blocked most of the energy, she would have already met her demise.
"Tian Xiong has obtained a great fortune. This information must be taken back to the sect."
Lan Rou's body swayed precariously, but she still mustered her last bit of strength to flee in the direction of the Xuan Shui Pavilion.
Tian Xiong did not pursue Lan Rou. In his eyes, Lan Rou was destined to die, and her death would be extremely tragic.
...
Ji Mo never expected that his walk would be interrupted by such a sudden disaster.
Someone fell from the sky, almost crushing him.
As fate would have it, Lan Rou, no matter how far she fled, could no longer hold on and fell directly in front of Ji Mo.
"Wow, a handsome guy falling from the sky! This young man is so handsome!"
Ji Mo exclaimed involuntarily upon seeing Lan Rou's face.
This appearance was too perfect, simply handsome to the heavens. If he were a girl, he feared he would fall in love at first sight. How could there be a man in the world more handsome than himself? It was truly unfair.
"Pfft!"
Lan Rou spat out a large mouthful of blood mist, on the verge of death.
The surrounding flowers and grass withered upon contact with the blood.
"Help me deliver a message to the Xuan Shui Pavilion, tell them..."
Her breath was faint. Knowing she was about to die, she could only place her hope on Ji Mo.
"You seem to be dying. Fortunately, you met me."
Ji Mo ignored what Lan Rou was saying. He directly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Indeed, no one is perfect. This young man's appearance is perfect, but his physique is a bit lacking. These pectoral muscles are too exaggerated; he must lack exercise."
Ji Mo felt an astonishing softness and regained some confidence. At least his own pectoral muscles were firm.
"Exaggerated pectoral muscles?"
Lan Rou spurted out another mouthful of blood, so angry that she opened her mouth and bit Ji Mo's ear fiercely.
"Ah..."
Instantly, a piercing scream echoed through the clouds.