On the bustling street, Mo Ming held a skewer of candied haws made from ordinary spirit fruit and spiritual honey, licking it from ti to ti.
Bai Wei said with so peculiarity: "Don't you think it's quite inappropriate for you to eat that?"
With a chiseled face, erald green eyes, and long hair draped over his shoulders, Mo Ming exuded an extrely domineering aura, yet this domineering person was eating candied haws, and even licking it; it truly was a sight one couldn't bear to watch!
Mo Ming remained unmoved: "I once lived in a remote mortal area."
"Hmm?" Bai Wei was puzzled.
"In my hotown, whether officials or ordinary people, the highest level of cultivation was only at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Level, with no Foundation Establishnt. The small sect that governed us would collect a large amount of taxes every year, making life difficult for each family, barely able to make ends et."
"I rember one year, my little sister was severely injured by a large bug while playing in the mountains. My father, to gather money for her treatnt, went deep into the mountains alone and never ca out again."
"To pay the taxes that year, my mother sold her body, and due to my physical condition, with insufficient spiritual energy supply, even though I had Qi Cultivation Ninth Level prowess, I was wholly frail."
"Watching my sister grow weaker by the day, watching my mother appease others, seeing my father's broken body, I felt utterly helpless."
A distant, blurred voice echoed in Mo Ming's mind.
"Brother, can you bring candied haws one more ti?"
The frail youth carried a dying girl on his back to a bustling county town, taking out the last of his money to buy a shoddy skewer of candied haws, taking small licks, choosing not to bite so his sister could eat more.
The girl lay smiling quietly on the boy's back, and then fell silent, leaving the boy in overwhelming grief.
"Crack!"
The sweet candied haws were crushed into a pile of fragnts by Mo Ming, as a hint of satisfaction flickered in his erald green eyes: "In the end, mother also died. I t that person, joined the organization, and the first thing I did after becoming immortal was to wipe them all out!"
Bai Wei shrugged indifferently: "You humans are really complex. It's normal for a wounded cub to not survive, your father was too persistent, and your mother too weak."
"Yes, so I've learned my lesson; the main person has arrived, it's ti for a proper talk." Mo Ming said coldly, looking at Shuibing not far away.
"Didn't expect he would actually allow you to co out!" Shuibing chuckled.
"I'm part of the organization too; why can't I co out!" Mo Ming said, his expression unchanged in the face of Shuibing, who was likely Candle Dragon Jiuyin.
"You're that little Jade Flood Dragon of the Jade Flood Dragon Secret Realm, how unlovely!" Shuibing remarked disdainfully, glancing at Bai Wei.
Bai Wei, whose fists had clenched, thought of this person as a Daluo powerhouse and apologized: "I'm sorry for offending you, sir."
"Hehe, that fellow sees you as his only heir. But it's none of my business, follow !" Shuibing laughed, shaking her head.
.....
Feeling an ominous presence, Chen Jiuge imdiately dismissed Ci Yao and others, staying alone in the small courtyard, brewing a pot of Spiritual Tea on the side.
"Squeak—"
"Didn't expect it to be you, should I call you Shuibing, or Candle Dragon Jiuyin?"
Chen Jiuge felt a bit disappointed, yet relieved, indeed, even a Daluo couldn't replace an Immortal's identity, so why could this Candle Dragon Jiuyin do so; if his cultivation was higher than Daluo, such a person could easily level the Five Elents Sect without needing to hide their identity.
"Actually, I prefer the Great Steward to call Ah Bing." Shuibing—no, it was Candle Dragon Jiuyin—walked gracefully forward.
"Jade Flood Dragon, it should be the Old Jade Flood Dragon of the Jade Flood Dragon Secret Realm. You should be the leader of the black-clad people who invaded back then!" Chen Jiuge guessed one by one.
"As expected of soone valued by the organization, you've got it all right." Bai Wei said with so sarcasm.
"If I couldn't see clearly by now, I'd be really foolish. Has the Five Elents Sect been infiltrated by you to such an extent?" Chen Jiuge said sadly.
The transfer of a steward required at least two layers of procedures: the Great Steward above, the Elder in charge of external affairs, and possibly even those in the Mission Hall.
"None of that matters; let introduce myself again."
"Heavenly Gate, Candle Dragon Jiuyin!"
"Heavenly Gate, Bai Wei!"
"Heavenly Gate, Mo Ming!"
"Heavenly Gate? Quite a domineering organization na, what are your goals? To provoke a war?" Chen Jiuge asked in confusion.
Whether it was Mo Ming's invasion of the Jade Flood Dragon Secret Realm of the Five Elents Sect, or the Jiang Family provoking the Thunder God Temple and the Five Elents Sect to war, or even the recent destruction of small towns under the Four Great Sects by other cultivators, there seed to be traces of this organization everywhere.
Shuibing propped her hands on her chin, placing the heavy fruit on the stone table, and said with a bright smile: "Don't you find this world too dull?"
"Dull?" Chen Jiuge frowned.
"Yes, Mortals, Cultivators, Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, Golden Immortals, Daluo, every title is an uncrossable heavenly philosophy."
"The Daluo, who are the fewest, possess the most resources in the True Realm, and so Daluo even cultivate certain amusents just to make life more interesting."
"For example, the Valley Master of dicine King Valley, Ran Tianhuang, adopts large numbers of orphans, teaching them cultivation, while secretly setting up multiple deadly scenarios, just to enjoy the sight of his children, in their dying grotesque states."
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