The Rebirth of an Immortal Cultivator
Chapter 222: The Coming of the Bullies
Because there were those following him from the darkness, and their strength was higher than Bai Junda's three bodyguards, making those who were in the darkness very confident to kill him, it was based on the killing intent he felt.
Mo Lian stopped walking as to her left was a small alley formed due to the gap between the two buildings. He turned his head towards the small alley, then entered it without hesitation.
Mo Lian walked up to the end of the alley, and stayed there for a while without making any movement. Until a dozen minutes passed, he turned around and looked up. "When do you want to hide? Aren't you guys assigned to look after your very tam~pan Mu~da Mas~da?" he asked with a disdainful tone.
The dark shadow began to twitch and reveal six men dressed in all-black clothes with face coverings, and their strength was the Late Golden Core, and one Half-Nature and Man. Power high enough for a bodyguard size.
"Do you know the consequences of offending Pavilion Kongqi Hei'an?"
Mo Lian tilted her head left to right, stretching her neck muscles a little stiff. "You mean the Black Wind Organization?"
The group of six people were stunned when they heard what Mo Lian said, even though their organization had only been formed for 100 years and spread across the Three Mainlands, though, but no one really knows the real name of the organization they've been hiding all along.
"Are you confused as to how I can find out? It was from Elder Jian. He was very stupid, saying the strongest or whatever," Mo Lian said approaching the black-clothed man.
One of them took a step back from feeling a strange pressure coming from Mo Lian. Before long, he gave orders to carry out an attack. "Kill it!"
Mo Lian widened both of her legs, making tremors in the ground that was in this small alley, and then the ground that the six people were treading on split in two, burying half of their bodies in the ground.
The six thrashed and unleashed their blows on the surface of the ground, trying to escape the ground flanking it.
Mo Lian walked slowly, and the more she stepped, the tighter the ground flanking it was. He crouched down in front of one of them, then he found out his memory.
All that was seen from the memories was an order to be worked on and the content of the order was to kidnap the young girls in Xingmai City, who were then killed for their blood to draw. The orders given were also not from meeting each other, but rather letters sent through pigeons.
"No valuable information ..." Mo Lian put both her hands on her knees, propping her body up to stand up. "Then you are useless."
"Aaarrrggh—"
The six people cried out with an extremely painful feeling as their bodies split into two halves, being split apart not by being slashed by a sword, but rather being pinned down by two pressing ground.
When Mo Lian left the small alley, the six still breathing people drowned inside the split ground, and then pressed down until it became ground meat.
Mo Lian turned his head to the right, there was still a crowd of people looking at the carriage belonging to Kongqi Hei'an Pavilion and Bai Junda who were still unconscious.
He pointed his finger at the sky above the carriage. A powerful spiritual energy fluctuation was created and created a light blue colored sword. With the direction from his finger, the sword fell from the sky, piercing Bai Junda from the head and killing him on the spot.
Shouts of fear and panic rang out from the crowd, making them all run from the scene for fear of being blamed, which consequently dealt with the Hei'an Kongqi Pavilion.
While the others were running around in panic, Mo Lian pointed her palm at Bai Junda's corpse, and removed the Space Ring used. The Space Ring shot out quickly and only looked like a flying blue light.
Mo Lian caught the Space Ring moving towards her. "This Ring of Space has a sign where it will give a coordinate point when its owner is killed." It drains that energy, and disrupts the spells embedded in it.
The space ring emitted an orange glow, and revealed ancient letters with strange patterns. With a gust of wind from within his mouth, he shattered the spell.
Only Nature and Man cast a spell on the Space Ring, it was very easy to destroy it. Moreover, this was only a level Three Spell.
Mo Lian turned her head to the left, and left with the crowd of people running in fear. Perhaps his appearance was already known, and there would be scattered pamphlets saying he was a fugitive soon.
Tens of minutes he walked, he had already reached the crossroads that were still part of the south of Xingmai City. On the right front across the street, there is an inn that looks more modern, and almost has a model like on Earth.
Without lingering any longer, he walked across the street and into the 9-storey Inn. The name is fairly simple and no special, because almost all inns have the same number of floors.
"How many days?"
He had not expected that there would be an Intermediate-stage Golden Soul hidden in Xingmai City, one where such a high power would at least become a Warlord in this Tang Empire.
"Three Low quality Spiritual Stones. In the Nine Floors Inn is not allowed to cause chaos, do not be noisy, do not make trouble, do not fight here, or I will break your bones," said the old man who was still sitting in a chair.
"For food, it will be given once every two days, morning and night."
Mo Lian nodded her head, and placed the three Spiritual Stones on the table.
The old man raised one finger, moved the key hanging on the wall that was behind him, and was thrown towards Mo Lian.
Mo Lian flicked her hand, catching the bronze key with gold-colored wood as a hanger. "Give me dinner for now."
The old man looked up at Mo Lian, then turned his head to the right giving his daughter orders to make food through voice transmission.
Mo Lian turned around and sat beside the glass window, even before the old man invited her to sit down. He sat down on a chair and closed his eyes slowly as he spread his consciousness searching for information around.
Mo Lian heard talk everywhere about Bai Junda's death, and what steps Kongqi Hei'an Pavilion would take in the future.
The Black Wind Organization, he felt it was not as simple as it seemed. With the existence of a Late-stage Golden Soul Cultivator like the Emperor of the Three Empires, it should be very easy to tell if it was a Dao Cultivator or a Devil, either, that is when their cultivation is really deep and not limited to the origin of raising the level.
Black Wind Organization, there might be a stronger protector behind him, like an Emperor? I might! But, the way they gave orders was not from meetings, but rather letters. If so, then I cannot feel the aura of the commanding officer.
"Master, your food has come."
Mo Lian opened her eyes slowly, looking at the young lady dressed in red clothes with a pure white apron, as well as the hair binder that tidied her brown hair.
"Thank you."
The woman who was 18 years old nodded, then turned to the kitchen.
"Oh?" Mo Lian raised next to her eyebrows when she saw the food on the table. "The dumpling? Wonton Noodles and Dandan? This is the first time I've seen a different meal at this Tianjin Star."
Mo Lian ate dumpling, and it tasted completely different from anything she had ever eaten. This taste is better than the best restaurants in Beijing, perhaps this is because the ingredients contain spiritual energy. But rather than the ingredients, what makes is the most important thing.
Processing food that contains spiritual energy is more difficult than the usual, because it must maintain the energy content in it. He also felt that the cultivation of the woman earlier had at least reached Half-Golden Core.
"Young man, it looks like there's a guest coming to look for a calculation with you."
Mo Lian looked up at the old man who walked up to her. "Can you take care of it for me?"
"Why should—" The old man stopped his words as he sensed the terrifying and suppressing aura emanating from Mo Lian. He quickly turned towards the exit. "Well, I'll take care of it."
"Thank you." Mo Lian smiled faintly and continued her meal, which at that very instant the suppressing aura began to dissipate, and returned as it was.
The old man himself did not know why, but all he knew, the 9-storey Inn would be destroyed if it refused the request of the young man. He who was an Intermediate-stage Golden Soul alone had never been depressed, despite standing before Emperor Tang during a visit to Xingmai City.
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