[Name: Yin Huacheng]
[Age: 38]
[Constitution: Hundred Beast Blood Tempering (Incomplete)]
[Realm: Five Apertures of Spiritual Insight]
[Fate: Blue-Grey]
[Evaluation: An emissary of the Hundred Beast Hall, a branch of the Demon Summoning Sect. The Hundred Beast Blood Tempering is neither inherently good nor evil; its nature depends on its use. This person has integrated beastly instincts into his body, focusing on physical strength while neglecting spiritual cultivation, leading him astray and causing countless deaths.]
[Recent Encounter: Coveting the host's legacy, he desires to kill him swiftly, intending to enter the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm to assist Han Zhen, hoping for purification of his body.]
You never know until you look.
Upon reading this, Li Mo almost rang the bell.
The Demon Summoning Sect again?
Suddenly, a lot of thoughts flooded his mind.
He thought of the anomaly on Wang Hu, the black-clad figures at the Moonwatching Cliff.
And the monster beneath the Divine Peak Cave.
All of them?
And Han Zhen... wasn't he the one the ice block told him to watch out for?
If the son is like this, then the father...
[Name: Yin Huaxuan]
[Age: 70]
[Constitution: Hundred Beast Blood Tempering]
[Realm: Eighth Heaven of Inner Vision]
[Fate: Blue with a hint of Purple]
[Evaluation: A protector of the Hundred Beast Hall in the Demon Summoning Sect, on the verge of condensing the Hundred Beast Spirit to transform into a dragon. Has been infiltrating the Qingyuan Sect for over fifty years, deeply calculating and steady in temperament.]
[Recent Encounter: Intends to fulfill the Demon Summoning Sect's plans under the guise of a Qingyuan Sect elder.]
Li Mo leaned back slightly.
Goodness gracious.
This isn't even a betrayal; he was part of the Demon Summoning Sect from the start.
Over fifty years.
Even Chen Yongren would offer him a cup of tea.
Watching them return to the carriage, Li Mo opened his mouth.
"Ahem, Yin Huacheng might be a bit extreme in character, but Elder Yin Hua is still a decent person."
Seeing Li Mo's gaze fixed on the father and son, Qian Bufan spoke up.
Xue Jing also added softly:
"His Rare Beast Peak has provided many materials for the sect."
Li Mo: "..."
Looking around, he cleared his throat.
"Let's discuss this in the carriage, Elders."
Yin Huacheng was manageable.
But Yin Huaxuan had been safe in the Qingyuan Sect for over fifty years, surely with some backup plans.
An Eighth Heaven of Inner Vision cultivator was not someone he could deal with at the moment.
It was safest to let trustworthy elders know first.
"What's with the secrecy? What's going on?"
Qian Bufan and Xue Jing boarded the carriage.
If it were anyone else, just saying they needed to talk to the elders wouldn't have gotten them this treatment.
"Elders, what I'm about to say might shock you, but please don't raise your voices."
Li Mo examined the sect leader's carriage, noting its special material to prevent eavesdropping, and then spoke.
"What kind of mischief are you up to now?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.
The convoy hadn't even left the Qingyuan Sect yet. What could be so secretive within the sect?
However, Li Mo's next words froze his puzzled expression.
"Yin Huacheng carries the aura of the Demon Summoning Sect."
The carriage fell silent.
They hadn't expected Li Mo to drop such a bombshell right off the bat.
Ying Bing's eyes flickered, lowering her gaze as if in thought.
Xue Jing and Qian Bufan's expressions immediately turned serious.
"This is no joking matter," Qian Bufan said sternly.
If Yin Huacheng was problematic, what about Yin Huaxuan?
This wasn't just about a true disciple; it concerned a peak elder.
"Li Mo, are you certain?"
Xue Jing considered himself a master of the Inner Scene, a level of perception much stronger than the Inner Breath realm.
However, what puzzled him was that Li Mo had a precedent; during the sect's trial, he had once exposed Wang Hu.
Moreover, his character wasn't one to make baseless accusations over minor conflicts.
"I have a method that might prove it."
"But if this matter is true..."
Li Mo said, casting a probing gaze at the two elders.
"Let's hear your method first."
"If it truly works, you need not worry about the rest."
Qian Bufan said calmly, hands behind his back.
Li Mo: "!"
He's so cool.
Could it be that Old Qian is really a master?
.....
"Once inside the secret realm, let's see if there's a Clear Abyss for you to escape to."
Yin Huacheng's pupils shifted several times, sometimes resembling a snake, sometimes an eagle, and at other times, a tiger or leopard.
"Come in."
From the carriage pulled by six exotic beasts, resembling a small palace, came the voice of Yin Huaxuan.
He quickly restrained his murderous intent and boarded the carriage.
The interior of the carriage was extremely luxurious, filled with a scent from the incense burner that calmed the mind. Inside, there were bookshelves and various paintings depicting clouds and mist or dragons diving into the abyss.
Yin Huaxuan, pale-faced and beardless, was painting with a blank expression.
The carriage began to move slowly.
Yin Huaxuan continued painting seriously, and Yin Huacheng didn't dare speak first.
After half an hour had passed, he finally lifted his brush.
A fresh dragon painting came to life on the paper, but like the others in the carriage, it lacked eyes.
"Father, your painting skills have become increasingly exquisite. I'm afraid even the Ruyi Peak can't find a better artist than you."
Yin Huacheng said softly.
"Do you know why I've been painting dragons for twenty years?"
Yin Huaxuan asked.
But before Yin Huacheng could answer, he continued:
"The Blood Training of Hundred Beasts is merely a superior martial art. Once you merge a hundred forms, you can consider it accomplished."
"Father, I know...."
"You know nothing."
Yin Huaxuan's expression grew colder:
"Integrating the forms of a hundred beasts is to transform into a dragon, and transforming into a dragon is to observe the true form of a dragon."
"Look at your beastly face, do you deserve it?"
Yin Huacheng's face turned red and white from the scolding.
"When we reach Qinghe County, I'll ask Master Han to cleanse your body."
"You must not touch Ying Bing; she is named by Master Han."
"Get out."
"Yes."
Yin Huacheng left, pale-faced.
The breeze brushed his face as he rode his horse, his mind swirling with various thoughts.
Can't touch Ying Bing?
But, Father didn't say he couldn't touch Li Mo....
He had once posted a bounty at the Fine Rain Tower, but before Smiling Arhat could claim it, Ying Bing killed him, causing him to lose his deposit.
When the time comes, Qinghe County will be a mix of fish and dragons, and if Li Mo dies at the hands of an assassin, it seems quite reasonable?
A disciple of the Qingyuan Sect killed by an assassin from the Fine Rain Tower.
He exhaled, having thought out someone's script.
......
These days, little Li has been immersed in the tedious practice of his skills, occasionally drinking tea, practicing swordplay, and having hot pot with the Ice Block.
During this process, he also gained some understanding of Ying Bing's dual inner breath.
The Ice Block's physique can have dual inner breath, condensing twin mystic pills.
And what about himself?
Li Mo currently only has a preliminary understanding of his own physique.
The quality of the Xuan Dan condensation will greatly impact the future in the Realm of Observation, where the differences will be even more pronounced.
Therefore, during his leisure time, he also peruses other mental cultivation methods.
The caravan of the Qingyuan Sect travels smoothly without any hindrance, with the worst of the horses being thousand-mile stallions.
Hence, a few days later, they have already arrived at Dongli Manor, a hundred miles outside Qinghe County.
This place belongs to the Burning Jade Forest, for they are considered half the hosts here.
Although the Burning Jade Forest is not the dominant force in the Purple Sun Prefecture, the status of the forest master is illustrious, thus attracting many visitors from various places.
...
Crackling—
The light rain of June falls between the pavilions and towers of Dongli Manor, making it difficult to see clearly in the misty rain.
The Burning Jade Forest claims to welcome heroes from all over the world to gather here.
In reality, however, those without connections or skills—wandering folk of the martial world—cannot even enter.
But this doesn't stop them from gathering nearby to inquire about news and join the excitement.
"Isn't that the current chief of Burning Jade Valley? Why does he always look down on people with his nose?"
"Is it possible that he had a stiff neck from sleeping last night?"
"Don't talk nonsense; he seems to have recently broken through to the Realm of Observation. How could a strong person in the Realm of Observation have a stiff neck?"
While the wandering folk of the martial world were whispering to each other.
A team of carriages and horses came from the main road.
Their eyes turned towards it.
"The people from Qingyuan Sect have arrived."
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