Ways to Deal with Xiao Li

Gurgle, gurgle—

The private room on the second floor was quiet, save for the sound of bubbles rising from the hot pot.

Yuwen Cuojin and Situ Ding sized up the three people opposite them, thoughtful expressions on their faces, somewhat unsure of the situation.

The one in the lead should be that Lord Black Earth Immortal, whose depth was unfathomable.

But the two beside him were clearly only at the External Scenery Realm.

The Fifth Realm would be a pillar of any major sect, but with so many powerful figures gathered at the Qingyuan Sect for the ceremony, they seemed insignificant. Moreover... it didn't match Luo Yexian's description of Lord Black Earth Immortal...

"By the way, where is Luo Yexian?"

Situ Ding sent a voice transmission to Yuwen Cuojin.

"...He's playing mahjong."

Yuwen Cuojin's mouth twitched.

Earlier, Luo Yexian had shouted something outside, and guess what? He even found some fellow players. They were already playing downstairs, completely forgetting his duty.

He was the one who had the most dealings with Lord Black Earth Immortal. Now, with this middleman absent, weren't he and Situ Ding stuck in an awkward position?

That good-for-nothing... If he weren't the young master's brother-in-law, he'd definitely...

"I am Situ Ding. Greetings, Immortal. May I inquire about the esteemed names of these two beside you?"

Situ Ding cupped his hands and spoke first.

Elder Xue stood with his hands behind his back, silent.

Elder Qian said nothing, solely focused on eating the hot pot, utterly lost in it.

Before coming, Li Mo had told them that saying more would lead to more mistakes. They had little experience dealing with Demon Sect members, so it was best to leave everything to him.

"They have no names."

The young Lord Li shook his head and said indifferently, "They are merely attendants. As long as they can get things done, names are insignificant."

Xue Jing: "..."

Qian Bufan: "Chomp, chomp."

Attendants?

Situ Ding and Yuwen Cuojin exchanged a glance.

They had Fifth Realm subordinates, but attendants? That was unheard of. Take Luo Yexian, for instance, also at the External Scenery Realm. Disregarding his relation to the young master, he was a respected figure wherever he went. To willingly serve as someone's attendant?

Yuwen Cuojin sensed something amiss.

Was the Immortal implying that the powerful expert he brought for support was someone else?

Before he could speak, a commotion suddenly erupted from downstairs.

"You lot are cheating at mahjong!"

"Oh ho? Didn't expect you to have some eyesight."

"You scum without a shred of mahjong spirit! Give me back my money! Then kneel and kowtow to my mahjong tiles to apologize, or else..."

"We are disciples of the Mountain Tiger Gang. What are you going to do about it?"

"?"

Luo Yexian's eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath—not from surprise, but from sheer anger.

Him, a Hall Master of the Summoning Demon Church, a notoriously vicious Demon Sect member.

How dare these Inner Breath Realm punks act like this?

Could he tolerate this?

Luo Yexian really wanted to snort coldly and reveal his cultivation level, but he suddenly remembered that he was here for the grand plan of the Church. Currently near the Qingyuan Sect, acting rashly could alert others, leak information, and definitely land him in deep trouble with the two Deputy Church Masters.

"Hmph... Get lost."

"Acting all fierce earlier, I thought you were something."

Seeing Luo Yexian get angry but only manage to be a little angry, the lead cheater sneered disdainfully and snatched the money pouch from the table.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Luo Yexian's eyes nearly burst from their sockets. Cheating was one thing, but stealing his money too?

In his fury, his left arm shot out like a spirit snake.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone present only saw a black shadow flash, and then that man's hand shattered, the blood-stained money pouch returning to Luo Yexian's grasp.

"Aoww! My hand!"

"Call for backup, call for backup!"

"Who the hell threw a firecracker?"

The hot pot shop descended into chaos. Footsteps sounded outside as a group of men truly charged in. It seemed the situation was about to spiral out of control.

"This Luo Yexian! More trouble than he's worth!"

Yuwen Cuojin slammed the table.

These ants were inconsequential. The key issue was that Luo Yexian had just displayed the martial arts of the Hundred Beasts Hall, and the place was crowded with prying eyes.

"Right now, we have no choice but to kill everyone to prevent the news from leaking," Situ Ding said sinisterly.

"Many in the shop are from the martial world, with significant backgrounds. Killing them is only a stopgap measure."

As Yuwen Cuojin spoke, he sighed again. "But at this moment, that's all we can do..."

Before his words fully landed, his voice suddenly caught.

Situ Ding beside him reacted the same way, instantly on high alert.

The previously noisy hot pot shop had, at some point, fallen silent. Trees grew, birds sang, flowers bloomed—a scene of warm spring that made one drowsy.

Bubbles appeared, popping into dazzling, dreamlike illusions. A figure materialized within the play of light and shadow.

"Who goes there?"

Situ Ding's expression was grave. The newcomer was at the Seventh Realm, and their aura felt even more ancient and profound than his own, clearly having walked further on the path of grasping the mysteries.

"It's her... Situ, stay calm." Yuwen Cuojin held him back.

"Tonight is an ordinary night. Nothing happened in the hot pot shop."

The figure paid no heed to the others, speaking quietly.

Then, dream butterflies flew from the foreheads of all the customers in the shop, fluttering away into the unknown.

Her voice came from the dreamlike butterflies:

"They will not remember what happened tonight."

At that moment, the cheater with the broken hand also suddenly vanished from his spot.

In his place stood another figure.

Her expression was placid, exuding a divine-like loftiness and nobility, bringing a sense of transcending all living beings from the depths of one's soul.

"I've tossed those people tens of thousands of miles away."

Tens of thousands of miles away, in an instant!

"Another expert?"

Situ Ding's face changed slightly.

The newcomer's aura hovered between the Seventh and Sixth Realms, but with this ghostly, unpredictable speed and the ability to appear silently right under his nose, even a Seventh Realm expert would likely find her a headache.

"The one on the right, Brother Situ, you may also address as Church Master."

Yuwen Cuojin sighed. "She is the one I mentioned."

"The one who is both a Church Master and the one possessed by the Cloud Dream Ancestral God?"

Situ Ding sucked in a sharp breath. "And the one on the right?"

Young Li secretly gave Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing a thumbs up.

As expected of former Church Masters and totems, their entrances were extraordinary.

This was also why he didn't bring the ice block along. If those two started clashing midway, it would be troublesome...

Li Mo maintained an air of nonchalance on his face:

"No need for voice transmissions, you two. They are my Left and Right Guardians."

Upon hearing this, Situ Ding, Yuwen Cuojin, and Mo Chaozong first felt awkward, then their expressions grew considerably more respectful.

So the Immortal had known about their voice transmissions all along, just hadn't pointed it out.

Of course.

With such Left and Right Guardians, the Immortal could only be even more profound and unfathomable.

"Petty tricks, not worth your notice."

Li Mo: "..."

You guys, one moment looking grave, the next shocked, then pulling at each other, your faces changing like traffic lights.

Was it really that hard to guess you were using voice transmission?

"Let's get down to business."