Lin Mo and Liao Wen didn't go to a hotel and instead found a place to rest in the deep mountains nearby. Both were Martial Artists and Magic Users; they didn't need to sleep, as long as they cultivated, that was enough.
However, Lin Mo had already set up several arrays around them: a Mist Formation, a Defensive Array, an Attack Array Formation, and a Spirit Gathering Array.
Setting up four arrays in a row had already stunned Liao Wen.
Liao Wen sat cross-legged to one side, not cultivating but instead watching Lin Mo with eyes wide open.
She saw the small green ball in Lin Mo's hand turn into wisps of green mist, continuously absorbed by him.
Meanwhile, the grass, wildflowers, and trees growing around Lin Mo's body began to grow wildly—the grass reached thirty centimeters high, the wildflowers bloomed profusely with a faint fragrance, and the tree branches grew like whips, twisting and interlocking.
It was as if the area within fifty meters around Lin Mo had turned into a primordial forest. Liao Wen opened her mouth wide in amazement, her expression one of shock.
Although Lin Mo had his eyes closed, he felt as if every muscle, skin, and bone in his body began to breathe in oxygen frantically. There was an indescribable sense of exhilaration throughout his body. It was like being reborn, like breathing in the first cold air on an early winter morning, invigorating the spirit.
This change lasted for three days. When Liao Wen was hungry, she ate wild fruits; when she was thirsty, she drank the dew. After all, with her level of cultivation, she still couldn't go as long without food as Lin Mo could.
"It's already the third day; I don't even know how my grandfather is doing. Is he still cultivating here?" Sitting on the soft grass, Liao Wen had a somber look on her small face and muttered to herself with a hint of anger.
If Lin Mo continued to cultivate like this, her grandfather would definitely be in danger. Yet the young girl didn't dare to disturb him. Cultivation was crucial, and if one were to be interrupted, it might lead to Deviation.
"Sigh."
Finally, just as Liao Wen was lost in thought, a soft exhale came from beside her.
Lin Mo opened his eyes and stood in place with a flash of green light in his eyes. Although his strength had not improved, his entire body was filled with vitality and a strong life force after absorbing the Wood Element Energy.
A breeze blew, and a seed landed in the palm of his hand.
Immediately, the seed took root and sprouted in the palm of his hand, growing green leaves and then blossoming a light pink flower.
"I used to pursue strong combat power only, overlooking other attributes of Spiritual Energy. I didn't expect it to be so powerful," Lin Mo was secretly surprised.
"With the power of the Yang Wood Divine Technique, if one's cultivation reaches Great Success, other Martial Artists could regrow their bodies from just a single piece of flesh," excitement flickered in Lin Mo's eyes.
After the flower in his palm bloomed, Lin Mo then planted it into the ground. This was not some Divine Skill or Spell, but rather the effect of the Wood Element Spiritual Energy in his body, which allowed a seed to take root and bloom.
"Are you worried about your grandfather?" Lin Mo, with his hands behind his back, turned his head to look at Liao Wen.
"Mhm."
Liao Wen nodded vigorously, letting out a heavy sigh, "They've been gone so long, I don't know if my grandfather is in danger."
"Don't worry, they are already here." Lin Mo made a strange sound, and immediately the mist around them dispersed like wind, and the Illusion Array and Defensive Array were all deactivated.
Although Lin Mo had been in a state of cultivation, his Divine Sense had been monitoring everything around him. Several strong presences had appeared nearby yesterday, and these presences were all very sinister, obviously the disciples of the Black Witch Sect.
It was only because of the arrays that these people hadn't been able to get close to him and Liao Wen.
"Now that you're here, why not come out? Or do I need to come find you?"
Lin Mo spoke in a chilly voice.
Indeed, several silhouettes swiftly skimmed through the forest and soon arrived in front of them. A few men dressed in black robes looked around at the ancient trees, their twisted and interlocking branches resembling the appearance of a primeval forest, and couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
"Nice to meet you, Sir Lin Tanyu."
A few disciples of the Black Witch Sect exchanged glances but greeted him respectfully.
After all, Lin Mo, now known as Lin Tanyu, had quite a reputation, and even though they had the backing of the Black Witch Sect, they did not dare to be rude to Lin Mo.
"You are from the Black Witch Sect. Where is your old Sect Hierarch?" Lin Mo asked with a detached expression.
"The old Sect Hierarch has arranged to meet you tonight by the Nu River," one of the Black Witch Sect disciples replied.
"What about the people from the White Witch Sect?"
Lin Mo demanded in a cold voice.
"Sir Lin Tanyu, the old Sect Hierarch has ordered that people from the White Witch Sect are safe, and they will naturally be released in due time."
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That evening, Zhang Mengmeng, along with a group of people, came to a glittering and magnificent mansion situated on the side of a hill. There were no other buildings nearby, only a wide road leading directly to the city highway.
The mere presence of this mansion in this location, with no neighboring structures, demonstrated the lofty status and grandeur of the mansion's owner.
Alongside the highway stood towering ginkgo trees, each at least a hundred years old, transported from various places—the cost of which would be unimaginable to the average person.
"I wonder what Mr. Mu has called everyone here for tonight. Could it be that the Miss of the Mu Family is getting engaged? But, it seems no rumors about that have surfaced."
"Who would dare to marry the Miss of the Mu Family with her temperament?" A girl about thirteen or fourteen remarked with a grimace.
No sooner had she finished speaking, than the woman beside her changed color, quickly covering the girl's mouth, "Xiao Nan, you can't just say things like that. If the Miss hears, it won't just be you in trouble; our entire family will suffer."
The little girl, frightened, her eyes reddening slightly, nodded earnestly.
This group of men and women, both old and young, about ten in number, were members of the Zhou Family from Linzhou.
"Xiao Meng, remember not to speak carelessly when you are there. You could accidentally offend someone," a fairly beautiful woman with some signs of aging said.
"Mom, I got it," Zhang Mengmeng replied absentmindedly.
These relatives from her mother's side included uncles, aunts, and grandparents, along with some cousins.
While the Zhou Family was a major clan in Linzhou, it was only on par with the Fu Family and paled in comparison to the Mu Family.
Moreover, ever since her father's business investments had failed in the past two years, Zhang Mengmeng and her mother had lost their status and voice in the family. Others in the clan gave them cold looks.
Fortunately, Zhang Mengmeng had grown used to it.
"The Miss of the Mu Family... Isn't she the girl that Lin Mo made kneel during the auction event?" Zhang Mengmeng wondered apprehensively.