"Just strolling around," Lin Mo said indifferently.
Wei Zhongkui smiled and said, "Since you're Xiao Xuan's friend, then you're my friend too. Let's go in together."
Lin Mo nodded, curious to see what these people were up to.
Wei Zhongkui led the way, but Zhang Yuxuan walked shoulder to shoulder with Lin Mo, chuckling, "You've run away from home, and if you don't return, your family will be worried about you."
Lin Mo looked helpless and spoke lightly, "Who told you I ran away from home? I'm here to look for the Flood Dragon."
Wei Zhongkui, walking ahead, heard his words, turned his head, and asked, "So the young brother also came after hearing the news. May I ask, which of the Martial Arts Families do you belong to?"
"I'm not from a Martial Arts Family," Lin Mo said coolly.
Hearing Lin Mo's reply, the smile faded slightly from Wei Zhongkui's face. He said nothing more, hands clasped behind his back, and continued walking uphill. After traveling about seven or eight hundred meters, they finally reached a flat area on the mountainside, where tables and wooden chairs had already been set up.
Standing on the mountainside, a dense White Fog swirled and billowed before them, resembling a scene from the Immortal Realm. Wei Zhongkui sat down on a wooden chair, muttering to himself, "It was rumored that when the Falling Dragon fell, a green rainbow pierced through Heaven and Earth. However, I was too young at the time and don't remember the incident. I'm not sure if it's true or false. If it's true, and the Flood Dragon is on my Wei Zhongkui's turf, I have no reason not to come and take a share of the spoils."
Lin Mo stood on the mountainside, looking off into the distance. The White Fog here was thick as smoke, the red sun rising in the east, the clouds steaming and stretching across the sky. More importantly, the Spiritual Energy here was three to four times higher than outside and seemed to be continuously increasing.
"So that's it!" After observing for a while, Lin Mo had a good understanding. There was a damaged Array in the valley below, arranged according to the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth. Normally, it could gather Spiritual Energy, but every so often, its power would wane. Were those people waiting for this moment to come?
Within the damaged Array underground in the valley was not only a Spirit Gathering Array but also a Five Elements Killing Formation. During normal times, if anyone intruded without being a strong presence from the Martial God Realm, they would likely face the peril of death.
"I made a special trip here, I must see if there are any dragons in this world," Zhang Yuxuan said eagerly, but the thick fog obscured her vision, and she could see nothing.
Wei Zhongkui tapped the armrest and asked, "Why hasn't Master Xie arrived yet?"
As he spoke, a loud voice rang out, "Mr. Wei, sorry to have kept you waiting."
Everyone turned their heads, only to see a middle-aged man dressed in black practice clothing, about the same age as Mr. Wei, approaching.
Wei Zhongkui stood up, his face bursting into a bright smile as he greeted him with his hands clasped and said, "Master Xie, you've finally arrived."
"Master Xie," Zhang Yuxuan stood beside him and respectfully called out.
Lin Mo glanced at him, merely a High-level Martial Emperor, hardly worth his attention.
"Master Xie, we're relying on you this time," Wei Zhongkui said.
"Mr. Wei, I'll do my best. However, Yingchuan has had quite a few Martial Artists arriving lately," Master Xie replied with a solemn expression.
Wei Zhongkui said, "Master Xie, Yingchuan is my Wei Zhongkui's territory, and with your help, even if those Martial Artists come, are we going to be afraid?"
"Hmm," Master Xie nodded without saying more. After all, as a man mixed up in underworld affairs, and having the Breaking Martial Spear in hand, Mr. Wei's understanding of the Martial Arts World was not deep enough for him to fear Martial Artists.
Standing on the mountainside, everyone was waiting for the clouds and fog to disperse. During this time, quite a few more people had arrived at the mountainside—some in groups of seven or eight, some in pairs, and some lone wolves. Once everyone reached the mountaintop, they all kept to themselves, either sitting or standing, with some seizing the moment to close their eyes and cultivate.
After all, the abundance of spiritual energy here meant that one hour of cultivation was equivalent to a day spent outside.
Lin Mo also saw the middle-aged man he had encountered in the restaurant yesterday, as well as a man and a woman, and those two bearded men.
"Wei Zhongkui, you're quite early to have even brought chairs over."
This time, it was a middle-aged man who came up, followed by a row of martial artist bodyguards, with an old man with black hair down to his waist, holding a piece of deadwood in his hand, exuding a sinister aura.
"Xiang Tian, why are you here?" Wei Zhongkui's gaze sharpened as he slightly revealed a hint of cold energy.
Zhang Yuxuan, standing next to Lin Mo, said, "This is Xiang Tian. He has always been at odds with my uncle, a part of the underworld too. Last time, he even sent men to trash my uncle's place."
Lin Mo glanced at the old man beside Xiang Tian, realizing that he was a magic user, but only at Emperor Peak level.
"Is this your territory, Wei Zhongkui? Can't I come here? Don't think that just because you have experts by your side, I'm afraid of you," Xiang Tian declared boldly, his face showing arrogance.
"Mr. Wei, the old man beside Xiang Tian is not weak," Master Xie said, noting the subtleties and speaking with a hint of seriousness.
Xiang Tian, having said his piece, paid no further attention to Wei Zhongkui. After all, there were many forces present at the mountaintop, and nobody wanted to be the spark that set everything off.
Wei Zhongkui gave a slight nod, "I heard Xiang Tian brought back an expert from somewhere, possessing mystical and unpredictable abilities."
At this point, Wei Zhongkui glanced at Lin Mo and suddenly said, "Young man, you must also be skilled in martial arts. If you can lend me a hand later, how about I give you a million?"
Lin Mo frowned but before he could speak, Zhang Yuxuan clutched Lin Mo's arm and said, "Lin Mo, please help my uncle. A million, yeah? With that money, I'm sure your parents would be overjoyed."
Lin Mo rarely bothered to speak with such ants.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Wei Zhongkui thought that he had acquiesced, and immediately said to Master Xie, "Master Xie, if you could lend me a hand this time, I've prepared ten million for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Wei," Master Xie said, his face brightening with joy. He glanced at Lin Mo, shaking his head, assuming he was a helper Wei Zhongkui had found. But compared to Master Xie, Lin Mo was leagues behind, otherwise Wei Zhongkui wouldn't have offered him only a million.
When the old man next to Xiang Tian appeared, the martial artists resting with their eyes closed all opened their eyes one by one, their faces showing a trace of wariness.
Magic users were rarer than martial artists and harder to train; their magic was unpredictable, and nobody wanted to provoke that elder.
Just then, a loud and clear voice echoed in all directions, like the sound of a great bell:
"It seems quite lively here; I hope you don't mind if we from the Huang Family join in the fun."
As soon as he finished speaking, five or six people came up. The leader was a middle-aged man with a profound presence, laughing heartily. The surrounding martial artists all stood up, calling out:
"Master Huang."
Even Master Xie and the magic user old man, standing next to Xiang Wen and Wei Zhongkui, changed their expressions and respectfully greeted, "Greetings to Master Huang."