Don’t say he’s silent—this guy really thinks of himself as a mere enforcer, always being ordered around!
But when under someone else’s roof, one must bow their head. Now, he and Shi Hao are like grasshoppers tied to the same string.
When the crowd saw Mo Xian turn and walk toward them, chaos erupted. This was a young supreme being with three strands of immortal energy—who would dare provoke him?
Mo Xian stepped forward, his expression complex, his heart anything but calm. In fact, it was as if stormy waves were crashing inside him.
Because he, too, had ascended the altar and undergone a mystical journey!
Even now, his emotions hadn’t settled. What he had witnessed had shaken his understanding to the core—it was nothing short of earth-shattering!
Shi Hao had forcefully taken him as a servant not just because of Mo Xian’s strength, but because of a far more crucial reason—a long-term plan.
That plan was to use Mo Xian to lay the groundwork!
Mo Xian was a prodigy, a well-known figure in the world beyond the borderlands. If he learned the so-called “truth” and returned, he would stir up a storm of unimaginable proportions.
This was a key consideration for Shi Hao—he wanted this servant not just as an invincible warrior, but as a disruptor!
But this strange journey had exceeded Shi Hao’s expectations.
Because Mo Xian’s experience this time was extraordinary. He had seen ancient carvings of past battles, fragments of the truth hidden within.
Those engravings and spiritual imprints were meant for the heroes of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, to show them the fierce battles their ancestors had fought against ancient races, to ignite their fighting spirit and strengthen their resolve to defend their land.
There were shouts, arguments, and even unresolved mysteries of history.
Of course, Mo Xian didn’t fully believe it. His heart was torn, conflicted, in turmoil. He thought these might just be the biased words of the ancient ancestors of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—not necessarily trustworthy.
“What’s wrong with you? Lost your soul?” Shi Hao asked impatiently.
He saw Mo Xian looking dazed, his face twisted in complexity, his eyes unfocused, his mind clearly elsewhere.
“I’ll talk with them,” Mo Xian said.
The group’s expressions darkened. If this guy came at them, unless they summoned Yao Yue or Lü Tuo, no one stood a chance.
At the same time, some troublemakers glanced at Shi Hao—no need to say it, he was definitely the one pulling the strings. They were all wary.
“Great! Hurry up and chat!” The little rabbit giggled, bouncing around while holding the baby Qilin, looking utterly delighted.
“This…” The group felt their heads throb as Mo Xian closed in, ready to strike.
“Deal with them first,” Shi Hao transmitted, ordering Mo Xian to help Cao Yusheng, who was surrounded by some people.
Mo Xian’s face was expressionless. A supreme young talent with three strands of immortal energy, being ordered around like this—it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Whoosh!”
With a flick of his hand, Mo Xian sent out a five-colored divine rainbow, instantly scattering the crowd and clearing a path.
Truth be told, Fatty Cao hadn’t even made a move yet. He was merely intimidating them, his body acting as a formation disk, inscribed with one of the three great innate killing arrays—a creation that defied the heavens.
The higher his cultivation, the clearer the formation became, and the stronger his power grew!
Once the formation fully took shape and his body could withstand it, slaying even the mightiest beings in the world would be no issue.
His body glowed, chaotic sword energy swirling around him—terrifying to behold. That was why he had managed to intimidate the group.
Now, Mo Xian disrupted the balance, stepping in directly.
“Hey, that’s my prey! I haven’t even started yet!” Cao Yusheng protested. He had been ready to engage, to “chat” properly with these people.
But Mo Xian beat him to it, releasing a domain that separated the two sides as he fixed his gaze on the group.
“What’s your game? You’re from the foreign realm, your identity unclear—now you want to attack us?” someone shouted.
They naturally didn’t want Mo Xian joining the fray. Fighting him would be nothing short of self-torture. The only way was to pin him down with righteousness.
Of course, even as they spoke, their hearts pounded. Strength was the ultimate truth—when the gap was too wide, words meant nothing.
Shi Hao stood at a distance, watching the situation unfold without comment.
“Back off! This has nothing to do with you!” another person yelled.
Mo Xian frowned, glancing at them, then at Shi Hao, who was lounging leisurely in the distance. The corner of his mouth twitched—clearly, this guy didn’t mind things escalating.
“Whoosh!”
He raised a hand, a streak of purple light shooting out, shattering the speaker’s protective bone inscriptions and sending him flying, coughing blood.
Another flick of his wrist, and the same happened to another—no treasure or divine ability could stop him.
“They’re fighting! A foreign realm creature is attacking!”
The commotion drew many eyes.
The troublemakers groaned inwardly. This was terrible—”chatting” with this guy was pure self-destruction.
“The foreign realm creature is rebelling! Everyone, attack together!” someone shouted.
This was clearly a schemer, hoping to rally the crowd to suppress Mo Xian. One-on-one, no one stood a chance.
Mo Xian glanced at Shi Hao, who remained silent and didn’t intervene. His killing intent surged, his strikes growing fiercer.
“Thud!”
One man was nearly blown apart midair, vomiting blood.
“Crunch!”
Mo Xian’s leg lashed out like a whip, striking another, the sound of bones cracking as the man’s body nearly snapped in half.
Mo Xian was on a rampage, seemingly ready to slaughter.
Though he hadn’t killed anyone yet, many were already injured, coughing blood—especially the troublemakers, his primary targets.
Now, everyone realized—this was serious trouble.
“You dare interfere like this?!” someone challenged, still defiant, confident in their backing.
“Good job! Now I don’t have to lift a finger. So exhausting,” the little rabbit chirped happily.
The crowd was speechless, silently cursing. Exhausting? She had just been tossing around a baby Qilin like a weapon—who did that?!
If not for fear of the academy elders, they would’ve snatched the beast long ago.
Soon, the place was filled with wails as the troublemakers were defeated. No matter how they regrouped, they were no match for Mo Xian.
The ground was littered with rolling figures—Mo Xian hadn’t killed, but he had beaten them so badly some couldn’t even stand.
“Enough!”
Someone stepped forward, approaching Shi Hao to ask him to call off Mo Xian.
“Keep going—just don’t kill them,” Shi Hao transmitted. He was furious—these people had attacked the little rabbit, Cao Yusheng, and even tried to harass Qing Yi. He couldn’t let it slide.
Crack! Thud!
The troublemakers fell, bloodied, only a few quick-witted ones escaping.
The situation escalated, causing an uproar.
But Mo Xian was just that strong—no one could oppose him unless Lü Tuo or Yao Yue stepped in.
“Alright, they’ve ‘chatted’ enough. Where are their treasures, divine abilities, and artifacts?” Shi Hao said.
Mo Xian moved to loot them.
They were really going to rob them?! The group panicked. Many had gained great rewards from this journey—who would willingly hand them all over?
A little “exchange” was fine, but facing such a terrifying bandit was too much.
“Don’t go too far!” someone shouted.
Some approached Shi Hao, unable to stop Mo Xian, and tried to get him to call off his servant.
“Brother, rein in your servant. This won’t end well for anyone,” someone said.
“Eh, it’s fine. They’ll stop when they’re done ‘chatting,’” Shi Hao replied casually, secretly urging Mo Xian to hurry up and strip them clean.
Mo Xian didn’t hold back, interrogating them, seizing their treasures, leaving them with nothing.
“Friend, stop this. If you don’t, disaster will follow,” someone warned Shi Hao, trying to get him to recall Mo Xian.
“Are you threatening me?” Shi Hao’s gaze turned icy.
In the distance, the little rabbit and Cao Yusheng egged them on, calling for backup, dragging Qing Yi and others to join the looting.
Though they hadn’t acted, the negotiators grew more frantic. Another stepped forward, face dark, and said, “Know your place—you’re just Wang Xi’s follower, a servant! Keep this up, and you’ll regret it!”
“Smack!”
Shi Hao backhanded him, sending him flying.
“Who are you?” he asked afterward.
“He’s close to the Wang family,” someone answered.
“Probably a Wang himself,” another added.
The man spat out teeth. “You dare hit me? No matter how strong you are, you’re just a servant with a Vajra Bracelet—you can’t escape it!”
“Thud!”
Shi Hao stomped, a divine beam shooting out, splitting the man in two. Blood pooled as the man paled, nearly dying of fright.
“Who do you speak for? The Wang family? If so, I might as well just capture Wang Xi now!” Shi Hao said coldly.
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