Ying Menglong saw that Ji Mo could maintain his sanity and adhere to his principles, not following the Nether Clan Empress into the woods, and his expression softened considerably.
Given the Nether Clan Empress's conditions, it was unlikely any male would remain unmoved. It seemed this fellow was quite upright after all.
She felt a little comforted, but Ji Mo's subsequent actions left her with mixed feelings.
Ji Mo beckoned to Molun with a finger, saying, "You, come here."
Molun's legs trembled instantly, and a chill ran down his spine. Ji Mo had previously threatened to break three of his legs if he didn't handle things properly.
Clearly, this was about settling scores.
"Mr. Ji, the ones who ambushed you were the insidious elders of the Tongtian Sect. It has nothing to do with me. I am indignant about their despicable behavior and swear to be irreconcilable with these old schemers. I beg you, in your great mercy, spare me this time and let me keep my 'roots.' I will never forget your great kindness and will repay you well."
Molun pleaded, completely disheartened by his sect's actions.
Since the Tongtian Sect disregarded his life, he wouldn't be blamed for being rebellious and betraying the sect.
Ji Mo said kindly, "Don't worry, as long as you behave, I'll definitely keep your 'roots' intact, and I guarantee you won't have any trouble."
"Really?"
Molun clearly didn't believe him.
From his understanding of Ji Mo, this fellow was not a good person and wouldn't let him off easily.
Moreover, his attitude was so good, and he was smiling, which made Molun feel uneasy.
There was definitely something wrong.
"Of course."
Ji Mo nodded, smiling and waving, "Come, let's go to the woods ahead."
"What, into the woods?"
Molun was struck by lightning, and his whole body went numb.
The others all looked at him strangely, with meaningful glances.
They looked at Molun's fair skin and handsome face, then at Ji Mo's ill-intentioned smile, and seemed to understand something.
Murong Guan, who had been watching the spectacle, trembled and quickly crouched down, digging up handfuls of rotten leaves and mud from the ground, frantically smearing them on his face and body to hide his handsome features, deliberately making himself look filthy.
Those nearby were confused at first, but soon realized.
Many male captives who considered themselves handsome followed suit, beginning to disfigure themselves and act slovenly.
It was too terrifying. Heaven protect them, they prayed they wouldn't be noticed by this fellow named Ji, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Hmm, as long as you cooperate and satisfy me, I might let you go after we're done."
Ji Mo stated his conditions, confident that the other party would obediently comply for the sake of survival.
The rune in the decree that had attacked him earlier had some of the flavor of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
Therefore, Ji Mo suspected that the half-section stone sword of the Tongtian Sect might be the legendary Immortal Slaying Sword.
He wanted to learn more about that stone sword and the Tongtian Sect, which was why he called Molun to the woods for a thorough interrogation.
After all, the Immortal Slaying Sword was of great importance and required secrecy; others could not be informed.
Molun swallowed hard, shaking his head desperately, his entire being radiating rejection.
Life is precious, freedom is more valuable; for the sake of purity, both can be sacrificed.
He, Molun, had a strong will and would never bow down or sell his body for his life.
"Young man, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Do you really think I'm that easy to talk to? If you don't comply, don't blame me for using force."
Seeing this, Ji Mo withdrew his smile, and his expression turned cold.
He had intended to speak nicely, but since the other party was so ungrateful, he would have to resort to rough interrogation.
Today, he had to know more about that stone sword.
If it was indeed the Immortal Slaying Sword, he would spare no effort in leveling the Tongtian Sect to retrieve it.
"No wonder he wasn't interested in me. So this kid likes this kind of thing?"
The Nether Clan Empress's face was a riot of colors, and she let out a heavy sigh of relief.
She knew it, how could any man ignore her charm? So that's how it was.
"You want to go into the woods with him? No, absolutely not."
Ying Menglong bit her cherry-like lips and spoke to stop him, feeling very uneasy.
She would rather Ji Mo be a philanderer than a homosexual.
"This matter, it would be more appropriate to discuss it in the woods."
Ji Mo had a good impression of Ying Menglong and offered a brief explanation.
Ying Menglong tightly clutched the hem of her clothes and said, "As long as you don't go into the woods with him, I'll agree to any condition."
Hearing this, Ji Mo's clear eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing hitched, "Then, can you let me ride you?"
Being a dragon rider was a dream for many.
If Ying Menglong agreed to be his mount, even just riding her once would satisfy him.
Riding a divine dragon, soaring through the sky, the mere thought made him incredibly excited.
Ji Hanhan grinned, almost drooling.
"Ride... ride me?"
Ying Menglong instantly turned to stone.
What kind of outrageous words were these?
To say such things in public, under everyone's gaze, was shameless.
You... couldn't you have said it secretly, behind my back, you scumbag.
"Dream on. Don't even think about it."
Her face flushed with shame, she glared at Ji Mo, flatly refusing, unable to accept such a request in public.
Ji Mo shrugged indifferently. If she didn't want to, she didn't want to. Why be so fierce, as if I wanted to sleep with you.
He turned and walked towards Molun, dragging him into the nearby woods without allowing him to resist desperately.
Molun's weak and helpless, heart-rending cries echoed in the woods for a long time.
Just listening to the sounds was chilling, making one unable to imagine how this pitiable fellow was being tormented by the demon named Ji.
"I'll have my family send the ransom immediately. I don't want to stay here for a moment."
"Double. I'm willing to pay double the ransom, just please don't drag me into the woods."
The captives were all terrified, their faces drained of color.
They wished they could escape Ji Mo's clutches immediately, urging their families or sects not to delay and to quickly send the ransom to save them.
Even if it meant paying a greater price, they wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and not stay a moment longer.
Ji Hanhan did not know that his unintentional actions had made the extortion incident incredibly smooth and yielded much more.
And while he was interrogating Molun in the woods, eight colossal figures tore through the void and swiftly attacked.
To be precise, it should be nine.
Behind the eight colossal figures, a golden figure followed silently, which was the mysterious golden-armored man.
"This time, I've invited the eight great lords of the Tianyu Forest. I don't believe I still can't kill Ying Menglong. If that doesn't work, I'll personally take action and eliminate this hidden danger completely. Ying Menglong must die. She absolutely cannot be allowed to return safely to the Yinglong tribe's territory."
The golden-armored man's face was filled with killing intent.
He could not fail again this time. He must completely eliminate Ying Menglong, and then he could unreservedly destroy the entire Yinglong clan.
His Candle Dragon clan would surely unify the dragon race and become the emperor of the dragons.