Supernatural Powers Should Not Be Passed On

Lin Mo felt there was a very high chance that Zhang Gonglian would encounter the Hidden Sects after descending the mountain.

After all, when a Daoist descends the mountain, they are bound to run into some trouble.

The position you stand in determines the things you encounter.

Just like how food delivery riders will inevitably encounter bizarre orders.

And homicide detectives will inevitably encounter murder cases.

Different positions lead to different encounters.

"It seems you have personally tested them," Lin Mo glanced at him.

"Ahem, I've just seen a few brats who came down the mountain to gain experience."

A hint of smugness flashed across Zhang Gonglian's face. "They seem to have some rules about not causing too much of a ruckus during their trials. They have an agreement with Yanhuang Awakening. To put it bluntly, they are in charge of showing off, and Yanhuang Awakening is in charge of wiping their messes. Of course, they also do things for Yanhuang Awakening in return."

Lin Mo nodded.

In the database of Yanhuang Awakening's Yangcheng Branch, the information regarding the Hidden Sects was indeed vague, only mentioning them in passing. It seemed they belonged to a faction that required close attention but did not need to be dealt with for the time being.

Looking at it this way, it wasn't a big problem.

As they spoke, the two had already walked to the entrance of the passage.

Lin Mo thought for a moment, raised his hand, and swiped twice at the entrance, directly setting up a formation there.

"Study this formation thoroughly yourself. It can help you open and close this passage at will, so you won't have to wait for specific days to open the door."

This formation was equivalent to a door switch.

However, it was a way to open the door from the inside.

Watching Lin Mo construct this formation so casually, Zhang Gonglian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"So what kind of sect is the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect anyway?"

"Don't ask me, I haven't even been to the mountain gate once. It's probably not here, but somewhere else in the world."

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly remembered something.

"Right, if the people from Yanhuang Awakening come asking, just tell them I left after having a meal with you that day, and that I never interfered in your affairs."

Lin Mo's words puzzled Zhang Gonglian.

"Why?"

"It's better to let Yanhuang Awakening think I'm here to pick a fight."

Lin Mo only said one sentence, but Zhang Gonglian understood.

Lin Mo could feel that Yanhuang Awakening did not want him to have too good of a relationship with Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Because they couldn't figure out the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.

Director Long might stand on his side, but Yanhuang Awakening was not a dictatorship.

Many people still harbored ulterior motives.

Moreover, Lin Mo didn't want to expose too much. The more Yanhuang Awakening knew, the more people in other places would know.

The talent reserve plan for the Human Emperor Banner had to be taken slowly.

If he exposed it too quickly, he would have to stop eating beef all at once.

What difference would that be from a fully completed save file and infinite money?

As the host, Zhang Gonglian politely escorted Lin Mo to the Celestial Master Mansion on the other side of the passage.

Just as they stepped out of the passage, a strange aura mixed with the smell of char and frost rushed at their faces, making both of them stop in their tracks.

Not far away, a humanoid piece of charcoal lay on the cold ground. To be precise, it was half a piece of charcoal.

The left half of the person's body was completely carbonized, its pitch-black surface like rotten wood, even emitting faint wisps of blue smoke.

The right half of the body still had skin and flesh, but it was frozen white. The two halves spliced together formed a spine-chilling sight.

Even more terrifying was that his body was haphazardly pierced with crystal-clear ice spikes. Some penetrated the charred parts, while others were stuck in the still-intact flesh.

Zhang Gonglian frowned at first, then narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the corpse and the surrounding traces.

He recognized whose handiwork this was, and he also recognized who was lying on the ground.

A moment later, a gloating smile bloomed on his face.

"Heh, I was wondering why it felt so much quieter along the way. It turns out this annoying dog died here."

"You know him?" Lin Mo glanced at the corpse, his tone flat.

"More than just know him. Even if he turned to ash, I'd recognize the smell of his bone scraps!" Zhang Gonglian's tone revealed a ruthlessness that had been suppressed for a long time.

"This is Ghost Face from the Mask Society, also known as Xu Dog of the Twelve Earthly Branches in Yanhuang Awakening. Back when I first descended the mountain, this guy was the most arrogant, opposing me at every turn."

He paused, seemingly remembering something, and the pleasure on his face restrained slightly. "If Xiaoxue hadn't stopped me, saying he was a mole planted in the Mask Society by Yanhuang Awakening, I would have slapped his head into his own chest cavity to use as a chamber pot long ago!"

Listening to this, Lin Mo roughly understood the situation in his heart.

"Will his dying here cause trouble for you?"

Zhang Gonglian's gaze fell on the corpse again. After scrutinizing it for a moment, he shook his head: "It might be a little troublesome, but since no one from Yanhuang Awakening has come over yet, it means he didn't have time to send a message back before he died, or he didn't report this incident at all. Dead men tell no tales, so it's not a big deal."

Despite saying so, it was ultimately still a hidden danger.

Lin Mo looked at his expression of both satisfaction and annoyance at the trouble, suddenly chuckled softly, and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Forget it, consider this the final ripple from your father."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo raised his foot and gently kicked the corpse on the ground with the tip of his shoe.

There was no earth-shattering sound, nor were there any radiant special effects.

Under Zhang Gonglian's watchful eyes, the half-charred, half-frozen corpse rapidly dissolved and weathered away like a sand painting.

The charred carbon blocks and frozen flesh turned into the finest dust together, dispersing along with those ice spikes, and eventually gathered in place to become an ordinary blue-gray piece of rubble, perfectly blending into the garden floor.

Even the strange smell of mixed char and frost in the air vanished without a trace.

Zhang Gonglian's smile froze on his face, his eyes widening bit by bit.

He immediately released his divine sense, sweeping over that stone again and again, but no matter how he probed, it was just a stone, a stone so ordinary it couldn't be more ordinary, with no residual energy and no traces of any illusion techniques.

Xu Dog's corpse, along with all traces that a living person had ever existed, was just kicked into nothingness?

"This..." His throat went dry, a word stuck in his mouth, unable to be spoken for a long time.

"Want to learn?"

Lin Mo already had his hands resting behind his head, taking leisurely steps toward the outside of the Celestial Master Mansion, his voice drifting over lazily.

"What a pity, this can't be taught."

Leaving Zhang Gonglian standing there alone, his face displaying a newly learned expression of utter speechlessness.

After Lin Mo had walked far away, he finally walked up to that stone, picked it up, and examined it carefully.

There were no traces on it at all; it was just a quaint stone.

After pondering carefully, Zhang Gonglian tucked the entire stone into his pocket, then turned and walked toward the Dragon Tiger Dojo.