“There’s no need for everyone to be so angry,” Yunhai said coldly.
“Does this fellow cultivator mean that what’s written here isn’t true?” Xiao Hongyu asked seriously.
Yunhai crossed his arms over his chest and said sarcastically, “Does it even matter whether it’s true or false? Do you have the right to resist? Instead of arguing here about the Baili family, you’d be better off focusing on getting Young Master Mo to undo the Lord’s Formation and let us leave.”
Yunhai knew that killing people to silence them right now would undoubtedly push the Baili family into the eye of the storm.
Besides, the Nine Provinces Gazette had also published the fact that they appeared at Xiong Hu Ling. If all these people died there, it would cause even more trouble down the line.
A cold glint flashed in Xiao Hongyu’s eyes. Was Yunhai backing down?
Yunhai’s attitude actually proved that what was written in the Nine Provinces Gazette was true.
“If what’s written here is false, we won’t pursue it. But if it’s all true, the Baili family must give us an explanation!” Xiao Hongyu said righteously. This was no time to let things slide easily—it was the perfect opportunity to fight for their rights.
“Hmph! You want benefits? Let’s see if you even have the life to take them!” Yunhai said as he swung his sword at Xiao Hongyu.
Xiao Hongyu’s heart skipped a beat. He drew his sword and held it up to block.
People from the Baili family really acted with utter impunity!
But just then, a pair of hands suddenly appeared and caught Yunhai’s blade between them. A smooth voice rang out, “Yunhai, don’t be reckless. First, let’s hear what conditions Chief Xiao has.”
Baili Yuanmo turned his head and said to Xiao Hongyu, “Chief Xiao, you can put your sword away too. Things haven’t reached a point where discussion is impossible.”
Xiao Hongyu sheathed his sword but remained on guard.
“Do we really have the right to propose conditions?” Xiao Qingfeng asked, feeling frustrated.
At that moment, Xiao Qingfeng surprisingly found himself missing Ye Wentian.
Given that guy’s “if you don’t agree, we fight” attitude, he wouldn’t bother with conditions—he’d just beat someone up first and enjoy it, then talk later.
“Of course you do. As long as your conditions aren’t unreasonable, I have the authority to agree,” Baili Yuanmo gave a definite answer.
Yunhai glanced several times at the old man, who was still completely absorbed in the Nine Provinces Gazette and unable to pull himself out. Yunhai felt a bit speechless. At his age, he could still be so captivated by these things.
Should he try to talk some sense into the old man?
Yunhai walked over to the old man. “Um, Old Master, we still need your guidance on breaking the formation. Could you maybe first…”
Smack! —
A handprint appeared on Yunhai’s face.
The old man said impatiently, “Stop bothering me! I’m in the middle of studying! Don’t you know you live and learn?”
Yunhai: What can you possibly learn from that? There aren’t even any cultivation techniques in there!
Suddenly, Yunhai heard muffled laughter around him. He turned his head and saw a group of black-clothed figures staring at his face in astonishment.
Yunhai glared at them. “What are you looking at! Useless bunch! Can’t even break a simple Lord’s Formation!”
All the black-clothed figures lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Unable to find anyone to vent his anger on, Yunhai turned his矛头 (spear point/muzzle) towards Mo Jinghong.
Yunhai looked at the exceptionally handsome Mo Jinghong and said coldly, “Young Master Mo’s methods are truly impressive. With one move of diverting trouble, you’ve successfully made everyone overlook the issue of the treasure from earlier…”
“Treasure? From beginning to end, that was just you talking. There’s no proof. Why must Venerable Yunhai harp on it?” Mo Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back. His robes fluttered, making him look like a divine being, exuding unparalleled nobility and elegance.
“So many people here sensed it. Could we all be mistaken?” Yunhai’s eyes were cold and stern. This Mo Jinghong really was impossible to reason with.
But heavenly phenomena never lie!
And the aura from the moment the treasure appeared came from behind Mo Jinghong. No one but Mo Jinghong could have gotten that treasure.
“Treasure?” The old man lifted his head, his wise eyes sizing up Mo Jinghong.
The old man handed the messaging token back to Yunhai. He hadn’t expected that after years of being free from desires, he’d almost be led astray by a tiny little token.
The messaging tokens must be banned. They cannot be allowed to circulate information on the Nine Provinces Gazette.
The old man slowly spoke, “Young Master Mo, the item must be in your hands, right? As long as you hand it over, I can agree to any condition you have!”
After saying this, the old man nodded to himself. Promise huge benefits first to tempt the person into handing over the item.
This certainly fit the routine of drawing a big pie.
He’d go buy a messaging token too, and secretly bring it back. After all, a lot of the knowledge on there was still very useful.
“Is that so?” Mo Jinghong’s phoenix eyes held a hint of a teasing smile.
“Of course. To show my sufficient sincerity…” The old man took the bottle of Yuanyang Pills from Yunhai’s hand. “I’ll give you this bottle of Yuanyang Pills as a gesture of good faith.”
The old man tossed the porcelain bottle towards Mo Jinghong. Yunhai couldn’t stop him at all.
“Old Master, if you want to show sincerity, how can you use my things?” Yunhai was very exasperated. Why did the old man always bully him just because he was older!
“Yunhai, I need to keep my things for retirement. You’re still young, and you’ll get plenty more good stuff. Don’t worry about it. After I die, all my things will be yours!” The old man lowered his voice a bit.
“You’re really leaving everything to me?” Yunhai’s eyes lit up. The inheritance of a Void God Realm expert—how much stuff would that be!
Thinking about it, it actually wasn’t such a bad deal.
“Of course.”
Having received the old man’s assurance, Yunhai stopped dwelling on it.
