The Fourth General felt a bit guilty after capturing so many people at once.
He couldn't figure out what Ji Mo was trying to achieve.
If capturing Murong Guan and Zhu Fengwu was just about money, it would be understandable.
But apprehending Molun and then attempting to extort the Stone Sword from the Tongtian Sect was going too far.
That half-section of the Stone Sword was the foundation of the Tongtian Sect. Not only could it not be handed over, but outsiders weren't even allowed to glimpse it. If anyone dared to covet it, the sect would surely fight to the death.
It was highly possible that once the Tongtian Sect received the news, they would mobilize their entire force to attack.
What made the Fourth General most uneasy was that Ji Mo had been acting under the guise of their Nether Clan, potentially leaving them to bear the blame and have all the consequences pinned on the Nether Clan.
In the end, their Nether Clan might become the ultimate scapegoat!
"Could he be doing this deliberately to target our Nether Clan?"
The Fourth General was suspicious, always feeling that Ji Mo had some hidden agenda.
After all, Ji Mo was incredibly cunning; who knew what wicked schemes he had in mind.
He approached Ying Menglong and hinted, "Miss Ying, perhaps you could advise Mr. Ji to be a bit more restrained in the future? If he incurs the wrath of the masses, he might bring about great trouble."
Ying Menglong gazed at Ji Mo's profile, a look of immense doting on her face.
She replied dismissively, "Restrained? Men of the Yinglong clan should be domineering. He can do whatever he wants. If anyone dares to cause trouble, I'll invite some old divine dragons from the clan to sweep them away."
Indeed, love made one blind. Ying Menglong, who had always been low-key, was willing to mobilize the clan's divine dragons to protect the foolish Ji.
As a princess of the Yinglong clan, she had the capital and confidence to do so.
The Fourth General was instantly dumbfounded.
Being able to summon several old divine dragons at will showed that Ying Menglong's status within the Yinglong clan was extraordinary; she definitely had a formidable background.
This meant that Mr. Ji was backed by a "little rich woman," allowing him to act with impunity and fear no repercussions.
With the endorsement of the Yinglong clan, what was there to fear?
It was almost as if he could kill gods when gods blocked his path and slay Buddhas when Buddhas blocked his path.
The Fourth General, believing he had seen through the situation, had his gloom vanish. His back straightened, and his eyes gleamed.
As long as he followed Ji Mo, he could walk around as he pleased, dealing with anyone he disliked.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle slyly.
Meanwhile, Ji Mo was contemplating the Immortal Slaying Sword, hoping that the half-section of the Stone Sword from the Tongtian Sect was indeed the Immortal Slaying Sword.
After all, the reputation of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords was too great; who wouldn't want to possess them?
Ying Menglong came to Ji Mo's side and said playfully, "You're always pretending in front of me. You're actually very capable."
Ji Mo spread his hands innocently, "Didn't I tell you earlier? I'm super brave, you just didn't believe me."
"It's good that you're brave. This way, the clan might not be too opposed to our relationship."
As she said this, Ying Menglong's beautiful face flushed crimson.
It was almost impossible for outsiders to become a son-in-law of the Yinglong clan.
However, Ji Mo's various actions were indeed astonishingly outstanding.
Perhaps the old fossils in the clan wouldn't break them up.
"What relationship do we have?"
Ji Mo looked bewildered and said earnestly, "We don't have any relationship. The acupuncture I mentioned last time was just acupuncture. Don't overthink it. Girls should be more innocent and not always think about such things."
To prove his words were true, the foolish Ji was about to take out his silver needles to demonstrate his innocence.
But Ying Menglong's eyebrows shot up, her expression one of wanting to kill, and she raised her leg as if to kick Ji Mo several times.
However, with past experience, she could only desist.
Honestly, she had made her intentions clear, but this scoundrel either truly didn't understand or was pretending not to.
Wasn't becoming the consort of the Yinglong clan a wonderful thing?
It was something many men dreamed of, yet he didn't seem to care.
Ying Menglong was furious.
But then she thought, wasn't this the character of an exceptional man?
Thus, her anger turned to joy, and her gaze towards Ji Mo became even more fervent.
Ji Mo felt a chill and quickly moved away from Ying Menglong.
As a boy, one must always be vigilant and protect oneself.
Over there.
The Fourth General suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Ji, another group of people is approaching. They're the big fat sheep from the Nine Heavens阙. Shall we go and kidnap them?"
This fellow had become addicted to kidnapping.
Ji Mo stepped forward and slapped him, reprimanding, "What are you talking about? I've always been refined, amiable, upright, and kind. Would I engage in kidnapping and extortion? Don't cause trouble and ruin my reputation."
Honestly, anyone who didn't know better would think he was a bandit. How improper.
Murong Guan, Zhu Fengwu, Molun, and the others rolled their eyes.
Shameless scoundrel.
Was this speaking nonsense with his eyes open?
Were they not the ones he had tied up and extorted?
Ji Mo had already given the order for them to inform their families to prepare exorbitant ransoms to redeem them.
Even though they were wealthy, they would have to bleed heavily this time.
Molun, in particular, felt a chill down his spine, fearing that his "three legs" would be gone sooner or later.
"You despicable, shameless scoundrels! How dare you tie up people from my Nine Heavens阙? Are you seeking death?"
The approaching group, upon seeing the predicament of Murong Guan and the others, began to curse loudly.
They hailed from the Nine Heavens阙, considering themselves superior to the cultivators of the Thirteen States and always looking down on them.
Now, seeing these "natives" dare to lay hands on them, the "upper class," they were all enraged and accused them arrogantly.
"Alas, I wanted to be a quiet, handsome man, but you're forcing me to resort to violence."
Ji Mo was somewhat speechless.
He adhered to the principle of "I don't offend others unless they offend me" and never initiated trouble.
However, there were always those who, without knowing better, came looking for trouble.
"Old Fourth, deal with them."
Ji Mo had spoken. They couldn't indulge these self-important fellows; they had to let them experience the harshness of the world.
Seeing Ji Mo give the order, Ying Menglong didn't wait for him to ask for help and immediately took action.
After all, the Fourth General alone was no match for this group.
"Ah..."
Screams erupted one after another, forming a continuous chorus.
The approaching group hadn't even had time to react before they were beaten soundly, their faces bruised and bloody.
Afterward, they were indignantly bound and ordered to send word back for their families to pay for their release.
"Damn it, you blind fools! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of Mr. Ji. Just obediently hand over your money to avoid disaster. Otherwise, the men will have their legs broken, and the women will warm Mr. Ji's bed."
The Fourth General berated these people, feeling immensely pleased.
Then, he was beaten.
He was beaten by Ying Menglong.
How could she tolerate the suggestion of women warming Ji Mo's bed?
Ji Mo also wished he could join the beating.
This Old Fourth was truly despicable; his reputation was now completely ruined.
He led the group of captives through the mountains, observing the terrain and脉, becoming increasingly certain that this was the legendary Buzhou Mountain.
"My Hua Xia's divine mountain must not fall into foreign hands. I will find a way to take you back."