Chapter 144 Sword Test Competition!

After hearing her question, Yin Mo raised the corners of his lips slightly and revealed a faint smile.

"Oh! How did Brother Yin know about this?" Yin Yue's voice was slightly surprised.

"It's nothing. I saw it in an ancient book when I was in the Chaos Star Sea. It shouldn't be false." Yin Mo replied.

"Could it be that Brother Yin wants to?" Yin Yue asked softly.

"Yes, I want to take this opportunity to get closer to the Spirit Eye Tree and see if I can obtain the spiritual roots of this spiritual tree."

"Then I can go back and use Han Li's small bottle to ripen it. By then, I should be able to get any Qingming Spirit Water and Dingling Pills I can get."

"Of course, I will find a way to get the formulas for both." Yin Mo said calmly.

"Haha, Brother Yin's plan is indeed a one-time solution. This way, we just need to get into the top ten. Although it is still a bit risky, it is much safer than competing for the championship." Yin Yue said in agreement.

Yin Mo smiled and was about to say something else, but his eyes inadvertently swept to the side.

I saw a red glow flying towards me from afar, and inside it seemed to be wrapped a slim woman, whose face was as beautiful as peach blossoms, but as cold as frost.

It was the female cultivator named Mu who had placed him and Han Li in the medicine garden and had never asked about them again.

When the woman approached, she also discovered Yin Mo and Han Li hovering in the air, and showed a hint of surprise.

However, she quickly regained her indifferent expression, slowed down, and stopped beside the two of them.

"Have you also received the message to Tianquan Peak?" the woman said coldly.

"Yes, Uncle Master Mu! I wonder if you know what happened. Why did the Peak Master summon all the disciples?" Yin Mo replied calmly.

"I don't know. But it should be related to the sword test competition." The woman surnamed Mu answered concisely, then she glanced at the flying swords under the feet of the two people, frowned, and suddenly said:
"Although your flying sword is a top-grade magical weapon, it is not designed for flying. I might as well use the Star Belt to take you there! It will save us time."

After saying this, the woman surnamed Mu did not wait for the two to refute. The red belt-shaped magic weapon on her body suddenly expanded and turned into a red glow that covered the two of them.

Yin Mo was somewhat stunned by this, but he did not resist. He allowed the woman to pull them onto the magic weapon, and then they were wrapped in red light and flew away together.

"Have you practiced the Xuanbing Jue I gave you?"

The woman said indifferently while flying the magic weapon, "Although practicing this spell will not increase your basic skills, after you have made some progress, you can use several powerful water-attribute spells."

"After you have successfully established your foundation, this spell can be smoothly transformed into your main practice method. Practicing more will not do you any harm."

After hearing this, the two could only answer that they had already practiced a little.

If the other party wanted to verify it, with his level of cultivation, it would not be a problem for him to imitate some water-attribute techniques.

Fortunately, the woman seemed to be just asking casually and didn't say anything else.

So the two of them were led to Tianquan Peak, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body.

Yin Yue knew that now was not the time to talk to Yin Mo. Ever since the woman surnamed Mu came, she had quietly stopped talking in Yin Mo's mind.

Just as the two were about to approach Tianquan Peak, Yin Mo, who was standing behind the woman, changed his expression and looked up at the sky.

Not long after, a green light slanted down from the sky, blocking the path of the woman surnamed Mu and stopping the two of them.

"Junior Sister Mu! Long time no see. I wonder what you have been busy with recently? I have sent you countless sound transmission notes, why haven't you replied to any of them?"

Yin Mo looked in surprise as the light on the opposite side faded away, revealing a monk in his thirties with pointy ears and monkey-like chin.

He was the monk named Yan who had stopped Yin Mo and other new monks that day and attempted to recruit two laborers.

When the cold and beautiful woman saw this person, her expression changed slightly, and then she said with a gloomy face:

"Mr. Yan, I am here to gather at the mountain on the orders of the Peak Master. Do you dare to stop me?"

"Haha! Junior Sister Mu, you are too serious. How dare I do this? I just want to ask Junior Sister, have you received the letter from my father?"

"The elders of both our families have agreed to our marriage. We should discuss the date of the wedding." Monk Yan said with a smile.

At the same time, his eyes greedily examined the woman's plump figure and charming face.

However, when his eyes fell on the two people behind the woman, he was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

The woman surnamed Mu seemed to have sensed the other party's thoughts. A trace of disgust flashed across her beautiful eyes, and a frost appeared on her face. She shouted:
"What are you thinking about? This is my senior brother. Master asked me to instruct him. There is no relationship between us."

"As for the marriage that the family has agreed to for you, as a junior in the family, how can I go against the wishes of the family elders?"

"But when I am willing to practice dual cultivation with you is up to me to decide."

"I will consider dual cultivation only when your cultivation reaches my level. Otherwise, don't even think about touching me in your life."

The woman's disgust for that man had reached the extreme, and she did not treat him with any good face at all.

After hearing what the cold and beautiful woman said, the monk named Yan's face turned red and white, and his expression changed constantly.

But when he wanted to say something, the woman surnamed Mu had already frowned impatiently, snorted, and her spiritual power circulated throughout her body. Her magic weapon flashed, and she flew over his head with Yin Mo.

The monk named Yan tried to catch up in a hurry, but stopped where he was, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Yin Mo looked back at him and saw an expression of extreme resentment on his face.

"Uncle Mu, is this person engaged to you?" Yin Mo hesitated for a moment, then asked strangely.

The cultivator named Yan was only at the initial stage of foundation building, while the woman named Mu had already reached the middle stage of foundation building.

The difference between their cultivation levels was huge, and their appearances were even more different. Yin Mo was also somewhat confused.

Although he was a little confused, Yin Mo originally did not intend to ask this question.

The woman looked angry. Asking her now would only lead to trouble. But it would also be inappropriate to ignore her.

So even though it might lead to the woman's cold stare or scolding, Yin Mo still asked the question.

"It's better for you not to ask about my affairs, nephew!"

Sure enough, just as Yin Mo expected, the woman looked at him coldly and spoke bluntly.

As a result, Yin Mo showed embarrassment on his face and immediately shut his mouth.

However, despite this expression, he seemed to hear Yin Yue laughing softly in his mind, and then fell silent again.

They were not far from Tianquan Peak. The woman surnamed Mu led the two of them and soon flew to a huge platform on the mountainside.

On the platform, there is a large hall with an antique style. On it hangs a silver plaque with three large characters "Xixin Hall" inscribed on it.

At this time, the black door of the main hall was closed. This was the place where the disciples of Tianquan Peak gathered to discuss things.

Outside the hall, there were densely packed male and female disciples, as many as five or six hundred people. They were in groups of three or four, whispering to each other or talking in low voices. However, these people were only Qi Refining cultivators, and there was no Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The woman surnamed Mu circled and landed in front of the hall.

The monks around her bowed and greeted her.

She waved her hand and walked towards the hall without hesitation.

She knocked lightly, and the door of the palace opened automatically.

She walked in without hesitation and the palace door closed again.

Yin Mo looked at her back, shook his head, and prepared to blend into the crowd, but he found that the monks around him were looking at him with strange eyes, and some were even pointing and talking.

Yin Mo stroked his chin lightly and used his spiritual sense to probe. The sounds of numerous whispers and conversations came one after another, flooding into his ears.

"Who is this person?"

"You feel very strange, are you a new disciple?"

"Why did Uncle Mu come with him?"

"Could this person be related to Master Mu? Master Mu doesn't usually travel with male monks."

……

A string of questions and envious words came like a tide, and Yin Mo heard them one by one.

Yin Mo remained expressionless, but sighed inwardly. He then walked a few steps out of the palace gate and into the crowd.

Even so, Yin Mo still felt a lot of eyes cast on him and scrutinized him.

"Junior Brother Yin, I didn't expect that we meet again." At this moment, a hearty greeting came from behind.

Yin Mo was slightly stunned and turned to look.

I saw a big man named "Du Dong" standing a few feet away.

At this moment, he was smiling and greeted Yin Mo.

Yin Mo felt a little strange in his heart, but he showed a friendly smile on his face and responded politely:

"It's Brother Du. I wonder how you are doing with Uncle Jiang?" This Uncle Jiang was the white-haired old man who took Yin Mo away.

"Very good." The big man chuckled, looking honest and amiable.

Yin Mo sneered in his heart, but on the surface he chatted with the other party about his experiences after they separated.

From what he said, it seemed that the white-haired old man admired his talent for making talismans and intended to focus on training him. When Du Dong said this, his excitement was beyond words.

Yin Mo couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the white-haired old man after hearing this. Why did he have to train this guy with evil intentions? It would probably bring him trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, Yin Mo naturally did not mention what Uncle Jiang meant, but just continued chatting with the big man.

However, at this moment, the big man suddenly said to Yin Mo mysteriously:
"Do you know that your mentor, Uncle Mu, is the most beautiful woman in Tianquan Peak and one of the top three in the entire Luoyun Sect? The fact that you and Uncle Mu came together has caused quite a stir."

"It's not just a sensation, it's already caused a stir!" Yin Mo smiled bitterly, looked around, and said helplessly.

"However, Junior Brother and Master Uncle Mu have come here together. Has Master Uncle Mu ever talked to you about anything related to this gathering?" Du Dong changed the subject and asked casually, seemingly nonchalantly.

"Oh, this. No! Could it be that Senior Brother Du has heard some news? Why not tell me?"

Yin Mo's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and he gave the other party a meaningful glance.

The big man's originally honest smile suddenly moved under Yin Mo's gaze. He suddenly felt as if he was seen through by the other party.

This sudden realization made him feel a chill in his heart.

However, Yin Mo turned his head and looked elsewhere, and this feeling immediately disappeared without a trace. It seemed to be just a momentary illusion, but the big man was secretly puzzled by it.

However, because of this, he vaguely did not dare to interact with Yin Mo anymore. After forcing a smile, he said goodbye and walked towards another familiar monk from Tianquan Peak.

Yin Mo looked at his departing figure, a hint of irony flashed across his face. At this moment, Yin Yue's voice echoed in his mind.

"Brother Yin, did you scare him away on purpose? Aren't you worried that he will become suspicious of you and harm you?"

"This person's identity is unknown, but it is definitely not a good thing for him to sneak into Luoyun Sect. I don't want to have too much contact with him. It's better to let him distance himself from me!"

"If something serious really happens, it can also prevent me from being implicated. As for him suspecting me, what does it matter?"

"He has his own ulterior motives, what can he do to me? At most he will just be more careful."

"Even if he wants to harm me secretly, do you think he will succeed? I have no intention of stopping him, I just don't want to have too much to do with him." Yin Mo answered slowly with his divine consciousness.

After hearing this, Yin Yue remained silent, obviously agreeing with Yin Mo's statement.

After all, if Du Dong really had ill intentions, once the truth came to light, people who were too close to him would inevitably be suspected and watched by the sect's top leaders.

This is definitely not what Yin Mo wants to see.

Therefore, in the following time, Yin Mo was alone and quietly observing the low-level disciples around him.

Some of these people are old friends, both men and women. The older ones are not necessarily highly skilled, and the younger ones are masters at the twelfth or thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

There were also some young female cultivators with good looks, attracting the crowd's attention. However, each young female cultivator was almost always accompanied by several young male cultivators.

It seems that Luoyun Sect, like other sects, is quite fond of young and beautiful female monks.

Just as Yin Mo was thinking, the palace door finally opened.

Then, a majestic voice came from inside, which made people awe-inspiring.

"Disciples of Tianquan Peak, please enter the hall!" The voice was low and majestic. It was spoken by the master of Tianquan Peak, a middle-stage Jindan cultivator named Xin, whom he had met that day.

When the disciples outside the door heard this voice, they immediately bowed in unison and answered respectfully:
"We will follow the orders of our master!" Then everyone filed in.

Since Yin Mo was the last one to enter the hall, he and Du Dong were naturally at the end of the list.

The Xixin Hall was unusually spacious, at least three or four hundred feet wide. In addition to dozens of tall columns, there were only two chairs placed in the middle of the front.

The rest of the place was empty, and the columns were inlaid with pieces of moonstone polished into prismatic shapes, emitting a soft white light.

There were two monks sitting on the two chairs respectively, one was a man in white with an elegant face, and the other was an old man in gray with messy hair and a somewhat ferocious look.

(End of this chapter)