Clang.
Feihong imdiately burrowed into the abdon of the Five Hidden Sword Elder, exposing dozens of hearts that frantically absorbed nutrients from him.
The Five Hidden Sword Elder did not show anger but instead bowed and said, "Fellow cultivators, grant so face. The Four Seas Comrce has so connections with my Five Hidden Sword."
Tang Wu was baffled, but Li Mo already guessed the situation.
The Five Hidden Sword protecting the Four Seas Comrce likely wasn’t for Corpse Wine; after all, they already detected covert observers upon arriving at Five Temples Town.
Mobilizing forces to this extent is eighty percent related to the True Word Secret Realm.
"Since Mr. Heart Chamber has spoken, we naturally will not interfere."
Bing You Taoist’s expression remained unchanged, and under the residual pressure of Xinfang Hermit, cultivators gradually ceased paying attention to Four Seas Comrce.
Elder He Guo, his face turned purplish-blue, returned to his shop.
Luo Kai glanced at Li Mo several tis. For reasons unknown, a growing sense of familiarity and an ominous, shadowy danger erged in his mind.
Xinfang Hermit’s flesh and blood rapidly decayed; as his figure dwindled to skin and bones, Feihong detached from his body.
Instead of questioning Tang Wu, he directly addressed Li Mo, "May I know your na?"
"Qing Shan."
Xinfang Hermit discerned that although Tang Wu led the rchant team, when it ca to decision-making, he instinctively deferred to Li Mo.
He licked his dry lips; the elderly figure before him surely wasn’t in the Weak Crown period—they were at least in the Core Formation Stage.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Shan, have you co to Five Temples Town for the True Word Secret Realm?"
Li Mo didn’t answer directly, "How could one acquire a shop in the city center? The Four Seas Comrce plans to sell Corpse Wine."
"No restrictions in Five Temples Town, so fellow Daoist Qing Shan must tread carefully."
With a sinister grin masking sincere intentions, Xinfang Hermit’s exposed abdon revealed a trace of Molten Rock Spiritual Power, echoing with the hovering Feihong above.
Li Mo realized that Xinfang Hermit intended for the Four Seas Comrce to submit to the Five Hidden Sword.
He grew increasingly intrigued—what predicant had the Five Hidden Sword encountered in the True Word Secret Realm to sche against the Four Seas Comrce?
Even coercive tactics proved unreliable, forcing an esteed elder of the Five Hidden Sword to lower himself to a re insignificant rchant guild.
How truly fascinating.
"No need to trouble yourself, Xinfang Hermit. That shop will suffice."
Li Mo surveyed the surroundings and strode directly toward a corner shop.
The shop specialized in selling Protective Talismans and belonged to the moderate-sized Qianlin Sect. Holding a pri location in the city center was solely due to market demand.
Qi Yun’s expression grew grim.
The Qianlin Sect’s Nascent Soul cultivators were still inside the True Word Secret Realm and hadn’t left with the majority, leaving only him—a Perfect Core Formation cultivator—on guard.
He regretted siding with Elder He Guo against the Four Seas Comrce earlier.
Clutching a Green Gold Talisman Treasure forged from fragnts of a Magic Treasure, Qi Yun prepared to strike preemptively, intent on severely injuring Li Mo before he could react.
As Li Mo approached the talisman shop, he said, "Could fellow Daoist kindly step aside?"
Xinfang Hermit’s Spiritual Power crackled audibly, his mind calculating how best to manipulate Four Seas Comrce.
To Qi Yun, however, Xinfang Hermit’s actions were warnings directed at him.
"Forget it. Why should I, a Core Formation cultivator, provoke the Five Hidden Sword?"
Yet Qi Yun heard Xinfang Hermit’s transmitted thought urging him to show no restraint and severely harm the Four Seas Comrce cultivators.
He crushed the talisman treasure, unleashing a surge of pure energy directly targeting Li Mo’s Middle Dantian.
At that mont.
Qi Yun’s pupils contracted; suddenly, the ground beneath his feet felt swampy as though his shadow had been bitten and held by the legs by a pig dragon lurking in the marsh.
"Ah!"
Qi Yun’s shadow engulfed him completely, leaving his talisman treasure fractured and discarded on the ground.
"Many thanks to Xinfang Hermit for your assistance. We owe you a debt of gratitude."
Li Mo led the group into the shop.
His thods ruthlessly decisive—a power that couldn’t possibly belong to soone in the Weak Crown period. Was he Core Formation? Nascent Soul? Who could he truly be?
Xinfang Hermit watched Li Mo depart, grinding out words through clenched teeth.
"No wonder Sword Heart gave an on—a truly exceptional sword-grinding stone."
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