Facing the pressure from the Virtual Divinity experts, Mo Jinghong remained perfectly composed.
With his handsome features and an aloof expression that added a touch of sternness, he said calmly, “Find Baili Yuanmo. Tell him I will compensate for his losses, but he must spare the people on the third floor!”
The two Virtual Divinity experts looked displeased. They actually felt a sense of awe towards Mo Jinghong in this state!
One of the Virtual Divinity experts moved to suppress Mo Jinghong but was stopped by the other.
Mo Jinghong was that person’s disciple. They could not harm him, or they would make an enemy of that person, which would be detrimental to the Ink Pavilion!
One Virtual Divinity expert, his attitude still relatively respectful, said, “Young Master, please don’t make things difficult for us. We dare not interfere with matters the Pavilion Master has decided to handle.”
However, as he spoke, the Virtual Divinity expert silently activated his domain power, intending to restrain Mo Jinghong.
Mo Jinghong’s cool, proud eyes turned sharp, like a ten-thousand-year snow lotus atop a high peak, his entire being exuding an innate nobility.
Mo Jinghong raised his hand and flicked his sleeve. A red light flashed at his feet.
Instantly—
The Virtual Divinity domain shattered!
The Virtual Divinity expert’s pupils contracted sharply, his face full of disbelief. “How is this possible!? You’re only at the Nascent Soul stage! How could you do this!?”
“Notify Baili Yuanmo immediately. Halt all operations!” Mo Jinghong’s dark eyes held unparalleled nobility, his tone carrying an aura that brooked no opposition.
“Yes.” The Virtual Divinity expert’s straight back finally bent.
Virtual Divinity experts indeed possessed more arrogance than other cultivators, but they always respected strength.
Especially strength found in one so young.
Achieving the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age required dedication and effort unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.
One Virtual Divinity expert left. Mo Jinghong did not follow.
His eyes were deep and thoughtful. He didn’t go personally to stop Baili Yuanmo because he wanted to leave him some face.
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On the other side of a door.
Su Yanran’s face was deathly pale. From the moment she saw Mo Jinghong, a faint feeling of unease had grown in her heart.
Two years ago, this young man, dressed in white, noble and peerless, had made her feel a deadly threat.
Two years later, the young man was like a refined gentleman, dressed in black, emanating a cold aura, noble and peerless, making one involuntarily submit.
In that instant, jealousy and hatred grew wildly in Su Yanran’s heart.
Why should such a stunningly talented person be Feng Qingran’s senior brother?
How could someone of Feng Qingran’s lowly birth have such good fortune?
Su Yanran was filled with regret. Why hadn’t she dragged Feng Qingran into the Heavenly Sword Sect during the Sect Assembly?
Right!
And that jade bracelet… if she had obtained the spatial bracelet…
She wouldn’t have had to commit murder for a Sumeru Ring…
Suddenly—
Su Yanran felt dizzy, a tearing pain erupting in her divine consciousness.
Pfft!—
Ugh!—
Su Yanran spat out several mouthfuls of vital blood in succession. Her face turned ashen, her body went weak, and she collapsed to the floor.
Su Yanran immediately thought of something. She crawled to the door, trying to open it.
But the moment she touched it, she was sent flying back.
Bang!—
Su Yanran hit the wall and crashed heavily to the floor. A venomous glint flashed in her beautiful eyes. “Baili Yuanmo actually went back on his word!”
When she made the deal with Baili Yuanmo,
he had clearly promised her that he would only take the divine core after she terminated the contract!
But now, the contract on her divine consciousness had been brutally severed. Breaking a contract this way would cause massive damage to her divine consciousness.
It might never heal!
What did damage to the divine consciousness mean?
Su Yanran knew perfectly well. She suddenly regretted dealing with Baili Yuanmo alone.
Su Yanran shouted loudly, “Let me out! Let me out now…!”
The Virtual Divinity expert outside naturally heard Su Yanran’s cries, but he wouldn’t concern himself with her life or death.
Mo Jinghong’s dark eyes swept over the Virtual Divinity expert. “She is a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Grand Elder. Her death here would not be cost-effective for you.”
The Virtual Divinity expert was somewhat surprised. Su Yanran was actually a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?
But why would a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect come alone to deal with the Pavilion Master?
The Virtual Divinity expert opened the door and gestured for Mo Jinghong to enter with him. He was afraid things might be unclear if he went in alone.
“Young Master, save me!” Recognizing the Virtual Divinity expert as Baili Yuanmo’s man, Su Yanran chose to beg Mo Jinghong for help.
At least Mo Jinghong wouldn’t kill her for now.
The man in black didn’t approach Su Yanran. Instead, he flicked his wrist, sending a pill shooting into Su Yanran’s mouth.
The pill dissolved instantly upon entry. Su Yanran had no chance to spit it out.
Su Yanran stared at the man in black in terror. “What did you give me?”
“A life-saving pill.” The man in black’s eyes held a trace of pity. A Heaven-grade Ice Spirit Root, exceptional talent.
What a pity that half her divine consciousness was damaged. Her future path wouldn’t be long.
Before the Golden Core stage, damage to the divine consciousness didn’t have much impact, but beyond that…
Su Yanran endured the immense pain and looked at Mo Jinghong. “Young Master, I want to make a deal with you!”
She refused to believe that Mo Jinghong could resist the temptation of a divine core!
Mo Jinghong remained silent, his eyes cold, his voice cool. “When making deals with the strong, one must abide by the rules of the strong. The weak have no right to resist.”
“You!—” Su Yanran naturally understood his meaning, but she couldn’t bring herself to give up. “Don’t you want to become stronger? Don’t you want to be a rogue cultivator your whole life?”
The man in black shook his head. He had thought she was clever, but it seemed she was rather foolish.
“I can become stronger myself. Even if I remain a rogue cultivator my whole life, it’s far better than seizing others’ opportunities.” Mo Jinghong looked down at Su Yanran from his superior position.
A faint, mocking smile touched Mo Jinghong’s lips.
They were pawns arranged by the Heavenly Emperor to help Su Yanran overcome her tribulations and ascend.
But then, wasn’t Su Yanran herself also a pawn of the Heavenly Emperor?
