Seeing Jiang Luo gritting her teeth with no way out, Liu Mo’s gaze from behind Xu Xing unabashedly swept over her. Though she was a bit disheveled, it only added to her pitiable charm.
Liu Mo stepped forward, sneering.
“Junior Sister Jiang, I just happened to hunt a high-ranking beast, and I came here to get some pills. Want me to bring some for you?”
Jiang Luo remained silent, just watching him warily.
Just as she had thought, even among fellow disciples of the Sunset Sect, there was no such thing as a helping hand extended freely.
“In exchange, how about becoming my Dao partner?”
“Senior Brother Liu, don’t you already have me?”
Xu Xing hastily grabbed his arm, feigning displeasure.
She had worked so hard to land this catch—there was no way she would let go that easily.
Liu Mo’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he pulled Xu Xing close.
“I have you, but isn’t there still a spot empty in my arms?”
Reassured that Liu Mo didn’t intend to give her up, Xu Xing relaxed.
“Oh, you’re so bad.”
“If I weren’t bad, how would you like me?”
Liu Mo let go of Xu Xing and walked toward Jiang Luo.
“Junior Sister Jiang, for the past few years, you’ve been stuck in the middle of the sect—no one has taken you to hunt any beasts, let alone given you any cultivation pills.”
“If you stick with me, I can get you whatever pills you want, and I can even help you prepare for the upcoming Grand Tournament.”
As he spoke, he licked his lips and reached out to tilt up Jiang Luo’s chin.
Jiang Luo instinctively stepped back, disgusted.
Liu Mo wasn’t annoyed; if anything, he was more intrigued.
Jiang Luo looked so delicate and weak, but her will was surprisingly stubborn. Taming someone like that would be all the more satisfying.
“I don’t need it,” Jiang Luo replied firmly.
“Is that so? Then think it over. Other than me, no one is likely to help someone as mediocre as you. If you embarrass yourself in the Grand Tournament again, you’ll be the laughingstock.”
Liu Mo wanted to slowly break down Jiang Luo’s mental defenses, constantly attacking her weak points.
Inside the Elixir Workshop, Xu Lin, who was about to step out, happened to overhear this exchange and paused.
Though there wasn’t much difference between the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path in some aspects, back in the Vast Dao Sect, no disciple would have dared to act like that in front of him.
“Senior Brother Liu, I’ve made myself very clear. If you keep this up, I won’t hesitate to attack.”
Seeing that Liu Mo showed no sign of stopping and kept closing in, Jiang Luo finally lost her patience.
“Oh my, Junior Sister Jiang can get angry too?” Xu Xing fanned the flames from the side.
“Fine by me. Let’s see how much Junior Sister Jiang has grown, and if she’s really got what it takes.”
Xu Lin glanced at the elderly man beside him. Apart from him, there was another disciple behind them, carrying several boxes—the herbs Xu Lin had just selected.
“By the way, is this kind of situation okay?”
Xu Lin asked casually.
The old man shook his head, as if accustomed to it.
“The Sunset Sect doesn’t forbid internal conflict among disciples. The strong survive. Even for the position of Saint or Saintess, anyone who disagrees can issue a challenge; the winner takes the title. That’s the sect’s unwritten rule.”
As he spoke, he subtly sized up Xu Lin, as if testing him.
“That’s pretty wild.”
Xu Lin’s understanding of the Sunset Sect’s rough-and-tumble ways had just reached a new level.
While they talked, Jiang Luo raised her palm against Liu Mo’s approach, Spiritual Energy surging toward him.
But Liu Mo casually waved it away, as if it were nothing, dispersing it like smoke.
“Junior Sister Jiang, no good. Looks like you haven’t improved at all.”
Seeing Jiang Luo still glaring fiercely, Liu Mo found it amusing. He even stuck his face forward.
“Come on, Junior Sister Jiang, hit me right here.”
He pointed at his cheek.
“Don’t go too far!”
Jiang Luo was truly enraged. First, Xu Lin had toyed with her, and now she was being mocked by another.
She raised her hand in a sword stance, and a Sword Qi shot straight at him.
But before it even got close, a Protective Aura formed around Liu Mo, shattering the Sword Qi and forcing Jiang Luo back a few stumbling steps.
“I told you, Junior Sister Jiang, if you go with me, I won’t treat you badly.”
Liu Mo watched her expression, taking in her disheveled appearance.
“Sometimes, cherishing something that hasn’t fully matured has its own charm.”
Jiang Luo bit her lip and answered with another Sword Qi.
Liu Mo wasn’t fazed; he even closed his eyes to face it.
Once again, Jiang Luo’s Sword Qi couldn’t even break his Protective Aura, let alone hurt him.
Just as he was about to open his eyes and say something else, a different force slammed into his face.
In an instant, Liu Mo flew off like a broken kite, tumbling several times on the ground before stopping.
“Senior Brother Liu!”
Caught off guard, Xu Xing rushed over to help the bruised and swollen Liu Mo to his feet.
Jiang Luo stared at her sword fingers in shock, blinking in confusion.
When had she gotten so strong?
“Put away those amateurish moves.”
Xu Lin walked up slowly, shaking his head helplessly.
Who would have thought that not long ago, he had almost been hit by a move like that?
“You… you didn’t get beaten up by the Elder?”
Jiang Luo looked and saw the Elder she had mentioned standing right behind Xu Lin.
“What are you talking about? I have no idea what goes on in your head.”
Not far away, Liu Mo, supported by Xu Xing, covered his face with one hand and pointed at Xu Lin with the other. “Who the hell are you? How dare you hit me?”
Xu Lin looked surprised. “Didn’t you ask someone to hit you?”
“You…”
Liu Mo staggered to his feet, glaring at Xu Lin.
“Do you know who my father is? Laying a hand on me—you must be tired of living!”
Xu Lin’s eyes narrowed, a sudden surge of anger rising within him. He stepped forward.
Liu Mo shook off Xu Xing’s support, convinced that the earlier blow was just a surprise attack. He redirected his Spiritual Energy, intending to strike back.
“First level of the True Mystery Realm.”
Xu Lin saw through his cultivation level at a glance but kept walking forward.
“You’re asking for it!”
Seeing Xu Lin so arrogant, Liu Mo launched a massive strike, stirring up a gale.
The Elixir Workshop elder behind them saw this and raised his hand to set up a barrier, protecting the workshop from collateral damage.
But just as the strike was about to reach Xu Lin, he paused briefly, then slammed his foot forward with force. In an instant, the attack dissipated into nothing.
Everyone stared in disbelief. Even the elder’s eyes widened.
“Same as the Saintess—third level of True Mystery Realm? No… maybe even higher.”
Xu Lin’s steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, yet they exuded an undeniable pressure on Liu Mo.
“The Sunset Sect may have some rough ways, but I have to say, there’s one thing I really like about it,” Xu Lin said.
That was exactly what the elder had mentioned earlier—the Sunset Sect allowed internal conflict among its disciples.
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