In an instant, a mist of blood filled the air, and severed limbs flew everywhere.
Thud!
A severed hand dropped right onto Baili Yuanmo’s foot.
Baili Yuanmo looked down at the bloodstain on the hem of his robe. A ferocious killing intent radiated from his entire being as he crushed the transmission talisman in his hand.
He wanted to see who dared to do this!
“Boss! Calm down!” Yun Hai urged, trembling with fear, but he didn’t dare step forward.
Baili Yuanmo had an extremely severe obsession with cleanliness.
His tolerance for filth was zero, especially when it was something dirty splattered onto him…
Baili Yuanmo’s purple eyes narrowed slightly as he swept his gaze around. He discovered that of the Void Gods who had tried to break the formation, eight had exploded and died.
Eight?
Feng Qingran had said before: she would take seven, Ning Shiyue three, and Baili Wenyue eight.
So these eight people were killed by his dear nephew!
Did Baili Wenyue know what he was doing?
When had Baili Wenyue learned to kill using musical rhythms?
Baili Yuanmo’s aura was icy cold. For all these years, he had been trying to find ways to bring Baili Wenyue back to the Baili family.
And now, Baili Wenyue had willingly sunk so low.
“Boss, well… the people trying to break the formation are all dead. Do we need to send new ones?” Yun Hai asked tentatively.
“No need. Give me a transmission talisman.” Baili Yuanmo extended his hand. Having stayed in Qingyun Prefecture for so many years, he’d lost the habit of carrying transmission talismans.
Yun Hai didn’t dare delay. He took out a transmission talisman and handed it to Baili Yuanmo.
“Yuanmo, don’t be angry. No matter what, the blood of the Baili family flows in his veins. Sooner or later, he will return. Let him stay where he is for now.” The elder’s voice soothed Baili Yuanmo’s emotions.
The elder was actually rather pleased at this moment. The better Baili Wenyue’s relationship with people like Mo Jinghong became, the more benefits they would gain when the time came to bring Baili Wenyue back.
Baili Yuanmo shook his head. “Elder, his heart left the Baili family long ago. He won’t come back.”
The elder was dismissive. “Back then, that woman committed a grave mistake and was expelled from the Baili family. As long as he still misses his mother in his heart, I have plenty of ways to persuade him.”
Could the bond between fellow disciples ever be deeper than blood ties?
Baili Wenyue was a direct descendant of the Baili family. As soon as they agreed to restore his status as a direct descendant, Baili Wenyue would surely return happily.
Just then—
The transmission talisman in Baili Yuanmo’s hand lit up, and an authoritative voice came through. “Why is such an important matter only being reported now?”
“Since they’re so outstanding, find a way to get them to participate in the Dou Ling Grand Tournament. Once they enter the Xuan You Secret Realm, they will sooner or later become members of our Baili family.”
“Also, as long as the conditions he proposes aren’t excessive, you can agree to all of them for now. The Nine Provinces are completely under the Baili family’s control anyway. A tiny Lingyun Sect can’t overturn the heavens.”
The voice of the Baili family head was confident and commanding, not showing the slightest regard for Mo Jinghong.
After listening to the family head’s words, the three exchanged glances. Yun Hai spoke first. “Boss, does the family head mean for us to withdraw from Qingyun Prefecture?”
“Everything else can be discussed, but the Kun Xuan Pavilion is a property of the Luo family. Getting the Luo family to withdraw from Qingyun Prefecture…” Baili Yuanmo’s purple eyes were deeply shadowed.
The elder waved his hand dismissively. “Yuanmo, leave the matter of the Luo family to me. You handle the remaining negotiations with young master Mo. I’m old and can’t take much turmoil.”
After saying this, the elder’s hunched figure vanished before everyone’s eyes.
In that instant, everyone felt their bodies relax as a heavy pressure disappeared.
Baili Yuanmo glanced at Yun Hai several times. “Did the elder leave because of some urgent business?”
Baili Yuanmo felt that the elder’s departing figure seemed somewhat hasty and deliberate.
“Didn’t he go to handle the Kun Xuan Pavilion matter?” Yun Hai asked, confused.
Baili Yuanmo’s eyes flickered with a faint light. Was the Kun Xuan Pavilion matter really so urgent?
He hadn’t even finished the talks with Mo Jinghong yet!
Baili Yuanmo felt a bit helpless. He cupped his hands in salute toward the cold, refined, and noble Mo Jinghong. “Young master Mo, our Baili family can agree to your demands.”
“Can I take young master Baili’s words seriously?” Mo Jinghong’s deep voice was as clear as jade.
“Of course,” Baili Yuanmo confirmed.
——————
Six months later.
Qingyun Prefecture, Prefecture City.
The city was bustling and lively, filled with a cacophony of voices.
Over these six months, earth-shattering changes had occurred in Qingyun Prefecture.
First, the most shocking news: the three major powers—the Shumo Pavilion, the Kun Xuan Pavilion, and the Fuyu Spirit Tool Pavilion—had all withdrawn from Qingyun Prefecture.
The Qinghe Tower and the Tongwen Pavilion had risen in a single leap to become the two largest powers in Qingyun Prefecture. Both sold a variety of goods at excellent quality and low prices, making them deeply popular among cultivators.
Additionally, several prominent clans had suddenly become very low-profile.
Another matter: a spiritual bathing pool had been discovered within Bear Tiger Ridge.
The four great sects had transformed Bear Tiger Ridge into a secret realm. Every cultivator below the God Transformation stage would have three chances to enter.
The final, and biggest, event was the selection tournament tomorrow.
“The tournament is tomorrow. Why hasn’t Eighth Senior Brother shown his face yet?” Feng Qingran sat inside a private booth, looking out through the window.
“Eighth Junior Brother has social anxiety. He heard that God Transformation cultivators can advance directly to the finals, so he said just to notify him when it’s time for the final match,” Ning Shiyue said with a face full of envy.
Baili Wenyue’s fox-like eyes widened in astonishment. He asked quizzically, “So the reason Eldest Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother are so leisurely and relaxed is because they don’t have to worry about the early matches at all?”
