Bang!
The dust beneath the gray-clothed male cultivator's feet exploded.
A golden light shot up into the sky.
What's going on?
Before the gray-clothed male cultivator could react, the golden light spun and descended from the heavens, enclosing the gray-clothed male cultivator's head.
The Golden Cudgel!
The Buddhist treasure, the Golden Cudgel!
A Buddhist magical artifact, incredibly domineering, impossible to break free once restrained!
At this moment, the gray-clothed male cultivator was at the end of his rope, unable to break free even more.
The Golden Cudgel tightened its grip.
He fell to the ground, clutching his head in agony.
"Who is it, who attacked me?"
The surroundings were empty, with no one to respond.
The gray-clothed male cultivator was in unbearable pain. He clutched his head, groaning and screaming incessantly.
"Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, please spare me. Do you want the Dragon Pattern Grass? Take it, just take it. I don't want it anymore, I don't want anything. Please spare my life..."
The surroundings remained empty, only the gray-clothed male cultivator's groans and screams could be heard.
One minute later.
With a "bang."
The Golden Cudgel's Buddha-light blazed, its power surging!
The gray-clothed male cultivator's head, like a rotten watermelon, exploded.
A headless corpse lay on the ground, having breathed its last.
The surroundings returned to silence.
Still empty, without a sound.
After an unknown amount of time, the blood flowing from the gray-clothed male cultivator's corpse gradually congealed.
A figure silently emerged from underground.
The figure moved swiftly and with clear intent.
He snatched the "Dragon Pattern Grass" from the ground and retrieved the Golden Cudgel from not far away.
Having done all this, he lingered not a moment longer, rapidly fleeing the scene.
The figure flew "sword-riding" for over a hundred miles before he slowly reduced his speed.
At this point, the sword light dispersed, revealing the figure's face.
He had an ordinary appearance, with a determined look in his eyes.
It was Hao Ren's second disciple, the "scheming old bastard," Han Mo.
When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman benefits!
A faint smile appeared on Han Mo's lips.
He was quite pleased with his actions just now.
He had obtained the "Dragon Pattern Grass" effortlessly, and his identity had not been exposed. Excellent!
Han Mo glanced at the storage bag on his waist.
This ordinary-looking storage bag, just like Han Mo himself, was unremarkable and would not attract any attention.
No one would have imagined that within this ordinary storage bag, a "Dragon Pattern Grass" was hidden.
Although it was a "one-leaf Dragon Pattern Grass," belonging to the lowest tier of "Dragon Pattern Grass."
But it didn't matter.
Han Mo had the "Mysterious Little Green Bottle."
The Profound Heaven Spiritual Treasure, the "Sky-Grasping Bottle," produced "miraculous green liquid" daily, which could be used to water the "Dragon Pattern Grass."
Han Mo was confident that in no long time, he would successfully cultivate a "nine-leaf Dragon Pattern Grass" of the highest quality.
Using "nine-leaf Dragon Pattern Grass" as the main ingredient, in principle, one could refine the "Nine-Leaf Dragon Pattern Pill."
The "Nine-Leaf Dragon Pattern Pill," in principle, could allow a cultivator to manifest nine "Golden Core Dragon Patterns."
Of course, not all the medicinal power would be absorbed; some would inevitably be lost.
Han Mo wouldn't truly expect to advance from a "Dragonless Golden Core" to a "Nine Dragon Pattern Golden Core." He would be content with a "six-dragon pattern Golden Core."
While contemplating his "future grand plan," Han Mo did not let down his guard. He quickly found a secluded hillside, preparing to do as he had done before and conceal himself.
Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
"Hey, everyone, look! There's a fellow Daoist over there!"
"Fellow Daoist, hello!"
"Huh, Han Mo, little Mo Mo, great! It's you, little Mo Mo, I finally found you!"
...
Han Mo looked up.
He saw about a dozen "young Golden Core cultivators," men and women, flying towards him on their swords.
These "young Golden Core cultivators" were all handsome and beautiful, with extraordinary temperaments, clearly "heavenly chosen disciples"!
Especially one, a young and charming, lively and agile "beautiful female cultivator" clad in fiery red armor.
Kong Xiao Xian!
Upon spotting Han Mo, Kong Xiao Xian became excited, like a happy butterfly, and flew towards him.
"Little Mo Mo!"
Entering the "Dong Xuan Secret Realm" involved random teleportation, sending everyone to different locations.
For the past few days, Kong Xiao Xian had been searching for Han Mo, and now she had finally found him.
Han Mo's calm gaze rippled with a trace of emotion. He was also a little excited.
He reached out and embraced Kong Xiao Xian.
In this world, few people could stir Han Mo's emotions. Hao Ren was one, and Kong Xiao Xian was another.
Han Mo felt respect and admiration for Hao Ren.
As for Kong Xiao Xian, he felt "love"!
The two had confessed their feelings long ago and had pledged their lives to each other!
Regarding this matter.
Kong Xiao Xian's master, "Daoist Jin Mo," was ecstatic, almost washing Kong Xiao Xian clean and packaging her as an exquisite gift for Han Mo.
Daoist Jin Mo's logic was as follows.
Kong Xiao Xian was his beloved disciple.
Han Mo was the senior's second disciple.
With Kong Xiao Xian and Han Mo together, proportionally speaking, he, Daoist Jin Mo, and the senior were considered "in-laws."
Happy!
Joyful!
"Little Mo Mo, I couldn't find you for so many days, I was so worried! Let me see properly, are you alright?"
Kong Xiao Xian's beautiful eyes fluttered, incredibly lively, filled with infinite tenderness.
She circled Han Mo three times, confirming that Han Mo had not suffered any harm, then let out a long sigh of relief and nestled into Han Mo's embrace again.
Kong Xiao Xian continued.
"Little Mo Mo, we can't be separated again this time. I'm going to protect you well!"
As Kong Xiao Xian spoke, she brandished her small fists, appearing endearingly cute.
Han Mo looked at Kong Xiao Xian in his arms, his eyes filled with doting...
While Han Mo and Kong Xiao Xian were indulging in their affectionate displays, someone became displeased.
Among the "heavenly chosen disciples," there was a young and handsome male cultivator who clearly harbored feelings for Kong Xiao Xian. For the past few days, he had been showering her with attention. At this moment, he saw Kong Xiao Xian burying herself in another man's embrace...
He was furious!
Consumed by jealousy!
The young and handsome male cultivator was about to explode with anger.
Cold light shot from his eyes, and he stepped forward.
He tilted his head back, his face filled with defiance, looking down at Han Mo with utter arrogance.
"Junior Sister Xiao Xian, you are young and do not understand the dangers of the human heart. As your elder brother, I must remind you. The cultivation world is chaotic! Some impoverished rogue cultivators have wicked hearts. To obtain cultivation resources, they will use honeyed words and eloquent speeches to deceive kind female cultivators like you..."
These words were filled with malice.
The "scheming old bastard" Han Mo instantly sensed the other party's hostility.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the speaking young and handsome male cultivator.
"Who are you?"