The beggar chuckled, his eyes filled with disdain. "What? You want to see our boss? Who do you think you are? Just because you're dressed like a human, does that make you one? And your tone is quite arrogant, asking our boss to come out and see you. I said earlier you just woke up, but now it seems you're still dreaming."
Mo Qi was too lazy to argue with him. He immediately summoned the Colorless Pagoda and absorbed the man into it. Seeing this, some people fled, while others charged forward. "Who are you? Release Chen Si at once, or don't blame us for being impolite."
Mo Qi stubbornly insisted, "Call your boss out, and I'll release him."
At this moment, their leader, Lin Zhentian, heard the commotion outside and emerged from the cave. He saw a plain-looking young man standing there, making demands. His subordinates rushed forward to complain, saying the young man had captured Chen Si with a pagoda-shaped artifact.
Lin Zhentian angrily asked, "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"
Mo Qi saw that this fellow had a brutish face with a scar, clearly not a good person. He scanned him with his divine sense and found his cultivation to be at the early stage of Soul Splitting. With this knowledge, he spoke in a very calm tone, "You stole Ma Wei's territory and drove him away. Now I want you to find him and return the territory to him."
Hah, Lin Zhentian spat out a mouthful of saliva and chuckled in disbelief. "Do you need me to conquer more territory and then present it to him?"
"If you are willing, that is also acceptable," Mo Qi replied.
"Willing, of course, I'm willing," Lin Zhentian thought, perhaps he had encountered a madman. He decided to indulge him for a bit, finding it rather amusing. "How about this, you go home and wait. Once we've conquered more land and found Ma Wei, we'll notify you, alright?"
"Good," Mo Qi nodded with satisfaction and strode inside, heading directly for Lin Zhentian's cave dwelling. "Alright, you guys go ahead and do that. I'll wait here for your news."
Several people tried to block his path, but he merely waved his sleeve, sweeping them into the distant woods.
Lin Zhentian then realized that this was not a madman at all; he was merely feigning madness.
"You're seeking death!" Lin Zhentian roared, forming a hand seal and pointing. A cloth-shaped artifact appeared in the air, stretching infinitely. It split from both ends, dividing into countless strips of cloth, like noodles, continuing to extend and branch out irregularly. In an instant, they swept towards Mo Qi like a sky-covering net of vines, some stabbing, some entangling, a dazzling spectacle.
Mo Qi immediately turned, summoning his flying knife artifact. It grew in the air against the wind, instantly spanning the heavens and earth. Mo Qi pointed, and the flying knife swept horizontally. A white streak of light flashed by, and the cloth strips were severed inch by inch, scattering from the air.
Before they could fall to the ground, Lin Zhentian pointed, and mist emanated from his body, enveloping the broken cloth strips. As if awakened, the strips flashed with red light, spinning and emitting a hissing sound as they struck towards Mo Qi.
In Mo Qi's eyes, it was as if countless grasshopper-sized red insects were attacking him from the air. He clearly saw those insects spitting red mist, baring their teeth in an extremely arrogant manner.
Mo Qi hastily summoned an ice wall and retreated rapidly. While flying backward, he took out the box and opened it. A small blood figure leaped out. As soon as it appeared, it spat out a blood curtain into the air. The blood curtain spread, forming a sea of blood as it extended, surging forward. The moment the insects chewed through the ice wall, causing it to collapse, the blood sea sent a wave that engulfed the red insects, making them disappear.
The blood sea continued forward. The beggars' lackeys, unable to dodge, were swept into it, flailing for a moment before dissolving into the blood sea.
Lin Zhentian was greatly alarmed and turned to flee. However, he was disoriented by the bloody stench of the blood sea, his movements becoming sluggish. With his Soul Splitting cultivation, he could quickly dispel such a soul-confusing technique.
But in that brief moment of delay, Mo Qi shook his hand, and five claw shadows erupted, instantly entangling Lin Zhentian's body and pulling him back to Mo Qi's feet, where he was thrown heavily to the ground.
The blood figure swallowed the entire blood sea back into its body. Mo Qi collected the blood figure back into the box, then placed the box into his storage bag. He then looked down at Lin Zhentian and asked, "Do you submit or not?"
Lin Zhentian's face was still filled with terror. "Where did you come from, you demonic cultivator, to use such an evil artifact?"
Mo Qi snorted coldly, "Artifacts are all for killing; what distinction is there between evil and good? Was your artifact benevolent?"
Lin Zhentian was speechless. After a long pause, he adopted a stubborn demeanor. "Since I've fallen into your hands, I have nothing to say. Kill me or torture me as you see fit. Don't waste my time with pointless talk."
Mo Qi raised an eyebrow. "When did I say I was going to kill you?"
At this moment, the other lackeys surrounded them. Seeing Lin Zhentian subdued by Mo Qi, they all knelt and begged for mercy.
Lin Zhentian cursed them, "You spineless cowards, why are you kneeling? It's just death, what's there to be afraid of? If your head falls off, you'll have a scar the size of a bowl. What's there to fear?"
Mo Qi kicked him. "What are you being so arrogant for? I haven't said I'm going to kill you. You don't even have the chance to be a hero. I just want you to find Ma Wei. As for the territory, I see you don't have many people. You can all squeeze in together. What do you think?"
Lin Zhentian saw that Mo Qi was speaking in a negotiating tone, and his own tone softened. "It's possible, but who will be in charge then?"
"You will all listen to me," Mo Qi stated unequivocally. At the same time, he released Chen Si from the Colorless Pagoda.
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Zhentian sighed and said, "Alright."
Afterward, Mo Qi moved back into his original cave dwelling. Lin Zhentian sent people to find Ma Wei and his subordinates, which took three days.
Seeing Mo Qi was like seeing a different lifetime. Ma Wei wept profusely. He had never dreamed that Mo Qi would emerge from the Myriad Phenomena Valley, let alone that Mo Qi would stand up for him and allow him to return to his original "home." His days of wandering outside, enduring wind and rain, had been difficult. He himself had already achieved sustenance cultivation, so eating was not important, but he had a large group of people to support. Leading the team was not easy!
This experience further solidified his resolve to follow Mo Qi. He believed that someone like Mo Qi, who could emerge from the Myriad Phenomena Valley unharmed after three years, demonstrated his extraordinary capabilities. Following such a person promised a bright future.
The next task was revenge. For revenge, he made thorough preparations. First, he refined a large batch of pills, including some he had never refined before, such as Immobilization Pills. Second, he planned the combat scenarios in advance, considering all the details. Even if the opponent's moves were unpredictable, he could find ways to guide them into his comfort zone.
Mo Qi believed that revenge was his own affair, unrelated to anyone else, and he could not involve anyone else. Therefore, one morning, he quietly left Xiaogu Mountain.
At the Divine Crow Sect, Wu Cunxin summoned his confidantes to his room to discuss matters. They were worried about any unforeseen events before the deadline for the Divine Dragon Sect to execute the three spies arrived, so they were discussing a countermeasure at this time. After deliberation, they decided to station some personnel at the original ambush location to prevent any further envoys from the Qionglu Realm from arriving for contact before the deadline, making one last effort. Simultaneously, they would send a group to the Divine Dragon Sect to observe secretly. If anything changed, they would take timely measures to fan the flames and assist the Divine Dragon Sect in achieving a successful decapitation.
Once all discussions were settled, the disciples withdrew. Wu Cunxin leaned back on his tiger-skin chair, feeling somewhat weary, and closed his eyes to rest.
Suddenly, he sensed a disturbance in the air and said in a deep voice, "Who's there?"
Mo Qi, who had taken an invisibility pill, revealed himself and then pushed the door open, walking in.
Wu Cunxin quickly scanned the young man before him, his heart remaining undisturbed. He remained leaning on his chair, not moving at all. This young man was indeed a prodigy, already at the Soul Splitting cultivation stage at such a young age. However, in the face of his Minor Completion stage cultivation, he did not have the capital to be arrogant.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Wu Cunxin asked indifferently, without even lifting his eyelids.
"Do you remember three years ago? When you led your disciples to ambush twelve envoys from the Southern Continent?" Mo Qi said coldly.
A chilling aura escaped his teeth, but it did not cause any ripple in Wu Cunxin's heart. He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "Of course, I remember. It was thirteen people. I let one go, and the remaining twelve perished."
"That's wrong. Eleven died," Mo Qi corrected.
Wu Cunxin finally lost his composure and looked up abruptly, his face filled with surprise. "Oh? There was a survivor?"
Mo Qi's killing intent had already subtly permeated the air. "Yes, I am that survivor."
Wu Cunxin could no longer sit still. However, he still forced himself to remain calm and slowly stood up. He once again probed Mo Qi with his divine sense and found that he was indeed at the Soul Splitting cultivation stage. Only then did his inner turmoil subside.
"Are you here for revenge?" Wu Cunxin asked, a smile appearing on his lips after he calmed down.
Mo Qi stared at Wu Cunxin sternly. "Yes. They became lonely souls for no reason. Perhaps the heavens are blind, but there is justice in the human world. I must seek retribution for them."
"Well said," Wu Cunxin's face became even colder. "Seeking justice requires strength. I wonder if you possess it."
"Let's try."
As Mo Qi spoke, he continuously stuffed various herbs into his mouth.
Wu Cunxin couldn't help but be inwardly startled. He knew that the opponent must have made thorough preparations to dare to come alone. But the problem was, he couldn't understand what the opponent was doing by stuffing herbs into his mouth. Could stuffing herbs into his mouth deal with his Minor Completion stage cultivation?
It was better to strike first. Wu Cunxin lifted his right foot and then stomped down forcefully. With a muffled hum, a ripple of dark energy suddenly expanded in all directions.
Mo Qi was completely unprepared and was sent flying out like a leaf.
Wu Cunxin did not allow him any respite. His figure flashed, and he appeared before Mo Qi, who was floating in the air. He delivered a kick, and Mo Qi's body changed direction again, shooting out like an arrow.
At this point, there was no longer any doubt on either side. Wu Cunxin confirmed that the opponent was just a weakling.
And Mo Qi had truly witnessed the strength of the Minor Completion stage. In front of him, he had no chance to fight back.
He even vaguely felt that even if he attacked, it would only be like tickling the opponent.
He could only urge the medicinal power, reinforcing his Undying Golden Body. He firmly believed that as long as he wasn't beaten to death, he would have a chance.
Wu Cunxin's few attacks had indeed made his chest churn violently, feeling as if it would explode. He was still enduring, trying not to let the loss of blood cause the medicinal power to dissipate.
If Wu Cunxin had stopped even for a moment, he could have observed the difference between Mo Qi and ordinary people. But he had no intention of observing.
He only wanted to resolve the opponent in one go, and at the same time, vent all the anger in his chest.
Therefore, before Mo Qi's body, which had been sent flying, landed, he flashed forward again and attacked Mo Qi with dozens of punches, his movements as swift as lightning, his attacks striking Mo Qi like flashes of light.
Only after dozens of attacks had landed on Mo Qi did his body shoot out like an arrow from a bowstring. He crashed into a rockery as thick as a city wall, almost becoming one with it. The rockery only stirred up a cloud of dust but did not collapse.
Seeing that Mo Qi was completely finished, Wu Cunxin thought that even though Mo Qi, trapped in the rockery, was still glaring at him, it was merely unwillingness. What good was unwillingness? Unwillingness would not kill anyone.
Wu Cunxin strode forward, intending to smash the rockery and Mo Qi into dust. Then he thought it still wasn't satisfying enough. It would be more enjoyable to drag out this pile of mud and torment it. "Damn it, anyone dares to seek revenge now? You startled me just now. I thought it was some master, but it turns out to be this kind of trash."