At the Inn
Chen Mo collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the tier-3 formation around him due to his exhaustion. Phew... Finally, he thought, I'm going to get a good night's sleep in such a soft bed. I really missed comfort after wandering the roads for three days.
As he closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face, savoring the rare moment of rest, suddenly, an arrogant voice shouted from outside the inn.
"Who dares to hurt the Sect Master's son? Come out and receive your punishment, or we will turn this inn upside down!"
Chen Mo's eyes snapped open in an instant, his anger flaring. "Who's the bastard disturbing my sleep?!"
Without sparing a glance at the inn's occupants, he stormed out. It felt as if the one who dared disturb his rest was about to be the one to receive punishment.
One of the disciples stood forward with an arrogant air, "I am Lianwo, a core disciple of the Azure Cloudy Sect. Are you the one who harmed Luo Yan? Though I've never liked that brat, he is still the Sect Master's son. By the Sect Master's orders, you have two choices: either cripple your cultivation and come with us, or I will do it myself. Choose now."
Chen Mo's eyes turned cold as he interrupted, "Are you done talking?"
Lianwo smirked, thinking Chen Mo was just bluffing. "So, you want to do this the hard way, huh? You think just because you're a Grandmaster, I can't handle you? There are dozens of disciples here, especially dispatched to deal with you. Since you refuse my good will, prepare to face the consequences! Disciples! Attack!"
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"Kill! Kill! Kill!" the disciples of Azure Cloudy Sect shouted as they charged.
Chen Mo's lips curled into a sinister smile. Hehe, in the past three days, I didn't encounter such an opportunity. But now, it seems like a reward has come to me, delivered right to my door. One half-step Grandmaster, twenty Martial Masters, seventy Martial Disciples—how much can my cultivation grow by absorbing them?
The disciples attacked simultaneously, but the first Martial Master foolishly tried to claim the credit by striking first. As expected, he was instantly killed by Chen Mo's swift and overwhelming strike.
"Disciples, attack together! Don't fall for his tricks!" Lianwo shouted, panic beginning to creep into his voice.
As the disciples continued to charge, one by one they fell, their cultivations being absorbed by Chen Mo.
He counted them, his eyes glowing with excitement. "20... 30... 50... 70... 80... 89..."
The air was filled with the anguished cries of the disciples as they dropped like flies. Lianwo, trembling, could hardly believe his eyes. "How is this possible? How could you kill so many disciples? Who are you? Why haven't I heard of someone this strong in Azure Cloudy City?"
Chen Mo's voice was cold, almost bored. "Who I am doesn't matter. But if I remember correctly, you said I had two choices: cripple my cultivation and come with you, or you would do it yourself. Well? Why don't you come and do it yourself?"
Lianwo's expression faltered, fear evident in his eyes. "Misunderstanding... It's a misunderstanding! I was just joking! These idiots dared to attack you? They deserve to die!"
Frantic, Lianwo reached for a peculiar jade from his storage ring, a communication device used for verifying his identity as a core disciple and for contacting the sect elders. His mind racing, he activated it and sent a message: Sect Leader, this bastard is stronger than we thought. He managed to defeat the force you mobilized with me. I need your help!
The system in Chen Mo's mind immediately picked up on Lianwo's actions.
"Master," the system reported, "It seems that guy is sending a message to someone."
Chen Mo's lips curled into a smile. "Heh, let him be. If he can summon a few Grandmasters, perhaps I can absorb their power and advance my cultivation even further. These trash were not enough to push my realm forward."