The Empress of the Underworld’s face was a riot of colors, wishing she could slap the Fourth General to death.
Only now did she realize that Ji Mo’s extortion had always been carried out under the banner of their Underworld clan.
No wonder the cultivators who came to ransom the hostages looked at her so strangely, almost all giving her a thumbs-up, praising her as a woman who could rival any man, for her courage and boldness.
It turned out everyone believed she was the mastermind.
Even more damning was that, from beginning to end, that insidious Ji Mo had been hiding in the woods, never showing his face.
The ransoms were all received by the Fourth General.
As a result, even if she wanted to explain herself to the major powers, no one replied.
It was like mud falling into one’s pants; whether it was shit or not, it looked like shit.
The Empress of the Underworld was almost driven mad.
What kind of situation was this? The Underworld clan had just been reborn and emerged, before they could even make a grand debut, they had offended over a dozen major powers from the Nine Heavens阙.
If these people joined forces to settle the score, the Underworld clan might be forced to return to lurking for another ten thousand years.
“Your Majesty, why don’t we follow Mr. Ji from now on? I feel it’s very promising.”
The Fourth General spoke up, his courage bolstered. After spending this time together, he was completely convinced by Ji Mo.
The most important thing was that it was comfortable to be by Ji Mo’s side. Whoever dared to provoke them would be directly beaten down, without any need to consider consequences or be hesitant. It was too damn awesome!
“You traitor.”
The Empress of the Underworld, furious, kicked the Fourth General away and gritted her teeth, saying, “You are the Fourth General of my Underworld clan, how can you be willing to be someone else’s lackey? Where is your integrity? Your dignity? Back then, Immortal Kongxu cut us down from the Nine Heavens阙 to the Arctic Ocean, and we never surrendered. How can we now follow this Ji fellow for no reason?”
Afterward, the Empress of the Underworld suddenly felt something was off.
The fellow named Ji was Ji Mo, meaning lonely?
Why did it sound like he was on the same path as Kongxu? It sounded like he wasn’t a good person at all.
Being framed like this this time, she had been utterly screwed over by this Ji fellow.
“Hmph, you want to follow him? You’re not worthy.”
Ying Menglong snorted coldly. Although her heart was broken by Ji Mo, she still remembered to defend that simple-minded fellow.
This sentence immediately rendered the Empress of the Underworld speechless.
Ji Mo didn’t even fancy the female Ying Long who threw herself at him, rejecting the love confession of a divine beast. He might not even fancy the Underworld clan.
“That’s better than you. At least he kissed me. He must have some feelings for me.”
The proud Empress of the Underworld arrogantly lifted her delicate face, puffed out her chest, and looked down at Ying Menglong: “Tsk tsk tsk, with your small frame, he doesn’t seem to have any interest at all.”
This time, it was Ying Menglong’s turn to doubt life.
Ji Mo was entangled with Long Lingli, and then kissed the Empress of the Underworld, yet he was indifferent to her.
“Could it be that he dislikes me for being small?”
Ying Menglong lowered her head, her gaze unobstructed, clearly seeing her own toes, and thought she had found the reason.
Heh, men, they really do like big ones.
She gritted her teeth, full of helplessness.
Firstly, in terms of Dragon clan age, she was still a young girl, not fully developed.
Secondly, in order for Ying Longs to achieve maximum speed, their bodies were naturally streamlined, destined not to be too voluptuous.
However, on second thought, she suddenly became happy again.
If that were the case, that bean sprout was also lustful, and she still had a chance.
Love was indeed blind. This little princess of the Ying Long clan actually began to seriously consider how to compete with men for men.
In the woods.
Naturally, there were no blushing and heart-pounding scenes as outsiders imagined.
However, Mo Lun was indeed blushing and extremely excited.
At first, he was forcibly dragged into the woods by Ji Mo, thinking the other party was lusting after his body. He resisted desperately, preferring death to submission, showing great integrity.
But after being beaten and threatened, he could only grudgingly choose to compromise and submit to Ji Mo.
Then he was dumbfounded.
Ji Mo didn’t want his body, but his brain.
To be precise, it was all the information in his head about the Sacred Sword of the Tongtian Sect.
At that moment, Mo Lun wished he could slap himself.
If he had said so earlier, he wouldn’t have resisted for so long in vain and suffered so much hardship for nothing.
Mo Lun held nothing back and confessed everything he knew to Ji Mo. Under Ji Mo’s strong request, he carefully depicted the characters on the half-section of the stone sword and the innate patterns on the sword body.
Clearly, even though Mo Lun’s talent was extremely high and his skills were superb, he could not remember those characters and patterns clearly.
But for Ji Mo, it was already enough.
He was already certain that the characters were ancient Chinese characters, “Zhu Xian.”
And the innate patterns on the sword body were very likely the legendary, famous Zhu Xian Sword Formation diagram.
Thus, Ji Hanhan, on a whim, began to deduce the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.
In these few days, his achievements were astonishing.
A clearing in the woods had already been covered with dense patterns, seemingly chaotic, like graffiti.
But the occasional surge of monstrous sword intent and streaks of shocking sword light all indicated that this was an unimaginably powerful sword formation.
For these few days, Mo Lun’s mouth had not closed, so wide that a fist could fit into it.
He could not express his inner shock in words.
If he had to express it, he could only use two words.
Holy crap!
It was unbelievable.
Based solely on his description, Ji Mo had deduced such a sword formation that far exceeded his imagination. This was simply a fantasy.
Even witnessing it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe that such a heaven-defying array genius truly existed in the world.
The Tongtian Sect had spent a long time and countless manpower and material resources, and only grasped a tiny bit of the Sacred Sword’s runes.
As a result, Ji Mo, without even seeing the Sacred Sword, had created such a sword formation.
In comparison, the Tongtian Sect was simply disgraced and should be ashamed and have nowhere to hide.
“The Zhu Xian Sword Formation is indeed profound and extensive. I spent a lot of effort and only calculated a corner of the formation diagram. Perhaps only by obtaining the complete set of four swords can one master the true Zhu Xian Sword Formation.”
Ji Mo muttered, very dissatisfied, feeling that his talent for formations was still not outstanding enough.
He was somewhat unconvinced and continued to deduce, wanting to perfect the corner of the formation diagram on the ground.
“I, Mo Lun, have always considered myself a genius. Compared to Mr. Ji, I am utterly useless, nothing at all.”
Mo Lun was completely convinced, and his reverence for Ji Mo was beyond words.
He eagerly observed the formation diagram on the ground, his sword cultivation rising steadily, his body emanating infinite sword intent, and he gained immense benefits.
Outside.
Danger approached.
A massive shadow covered the sky, blocking out the sun.
A raptor as large as a mountain, with a wingspan of three to four thousand meters, covered the sky and earth, exuding an astonishing aura.
“The Lord of the Sky Feather Forest, is he here to settle the score with us?”
The Empress of the Underworld looked up, thinking that the Sky Feather Forest had come to demand an explanation because of the extortion.
However, she didn’t take a mere lord to heart at all.
But then, her expression changed drastically.
Seven more powerful auras appeared, sealing off the surroundings and encircling them.