Standing next to Wen Manzhu was an extremely handsome man. Standing with the beautiful Wen Manzhu, they were definitely a match made in heaven. From the aura exuding from him, Mo Wuji knew he wouldn't be Wen Manzhu's follower.

Wen Manzhu said calmly, "This is Situ Po, the Ninth Prince of Chengyu Kingdom. I teamed up with him when we came."

So he was the ninth son of that old geezer Situ Qian. If he had the opportunity in the future, he would definitely go back and find that old geezer Situ Qian to settle the score. Because of Situ Qian, Mo Wuji immediately felt a dislike for this Situ Po.

Situ Po cupped his fists towards Mo Wuji with great poise and said, "I have long heard of Apothecary Mo's name. Meeting you today, you are indeed a dragon among men."

Mo Wuji chuckled, "Ninth Prince, your words are a bit inappropriate."

Situ Po was slightly stunned. According to the normal script, he, a ninth prince, greeted Mo Wuji so peacefully. Even if Mo Wuji didn't quickly return the courtesy and befriend him, he shouldn't be speaking like this, right?

"Oh, may I ask Apothecary Mo where my words are inappropriate?" Situ Po asked with a smile, still poised and elegant.

Wen Manzhu also looked at Mo Wuji in surprise. She didn't understand why Mo Wuji would offend the Ninth Prince for no reason.

Mo Wuji sneered inwardly. Others treated your Situ family as the boss, but in Mo Wuji's eyes, your Situ family was just a future enemy to settle accounts with. The downfall of the Mo family definitely had the involvement of Situ Qian, the King of Chengyu Kingdom.

Since they were destined to be enemies sooner or later, why bother with hypocrisy? What's more, Mo Wuji felt displeased seeing Wen Manzhu and Situ Po standing together as a talented man and beautiful woman. The woman was fickle, and the man with the surname Situ was no good either.

"Ninth Prince, first of all, I'm not an apothecary. Everyone knows that the Nine Lives Pill was passed down from my ancestors. Don't flatter me on the surface while actually setting me up. Secondly, I'm a man, so you can't say I'm a phoenix. Thirdly, only ordinary kings are referred to as dragons. If I were a dragon, then I would be the King of Chengyu Kingdom, which would be quite treasonous. I don't believe the Ninth Prince wants me to become the King of Chengyu Kingdom in the future."

Mo Wuji only cared about saying what he wanted, completely forgetting that the phoenix was actually male.

Wen Manzhu pursed her lips and remained silent, not refuting the loopholes in Mo Wuji's words. Situ Po's expression turned somewhat ugly. It was a pity that this wasn't a place where he, the ninth prince, could make the decisions. Even if he wanted to kill Mo Wuji again, he couldn't make a move.

"By the way, Ninth Prince, I think you look very much like someone I know," Mo Wuji said with a grin again, feeling great seeing the normally calm and unfazed Situ Po's expression turn ugly.

Situ Po frowned, sensing that Mo Wuji wouldn't say anything good. Wen Manzhu also frowned, feeling that the Mo Wuji before her had become even more unfamiliar.

Mo Wuji said with a chuckle, "That person's cheap tricks are very powerful. He has a nickname called 'Gentleman Cheap'. He is very 'gentlemanly' and is also the head of a sect. The Purple Haze Divine Art he cultivates is even more unprecedented and unparalleled."

The Ninth Prince, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and asked in surprise, "Apothecary Mo, there is such a senior expert? May I ask Apothecary Mo for the immortal title of that senior? And what is the Purple Haze Divine Art, an immortal cultivation technique? Is it a supreme sword technique?"

He was originally going to attend the Leap Immortal Gate Assembly. Hearing that Mo Wuji knew such an expert, how could he not be excited? He completely forgot about his previous displeasure. As for whether Mo Wuji was lying, he didn't doubt it. Mo Wuji's grandfather, Mo Tiancheng, was a powerful figure. It was normal for such a person to associate with some senior experts.

Mo Wuji sighed and said, "That powerful 'Gentleman Cheap' is called Yue Buqun. When I saw the Ninth Prince, I felt that the Ninth Prince was completely the same type of person as him. I don't know if the Purple Haze Divine Art is a supreme cheap technique, but this Gentleman Cheap is a person of great courage. After he succeeded in cultivating the Purple Haze Divine Art, he actually abolished his own cultivation with great perseverance and ambition, and switched to another more powerful cheap technique. No, it's a scripture. I think I don't have that courage and perseverance."

Situ Po completely put down his arrogance at this moment and bowed to Mo Wuji, "May I ask what precious scripture that Senior Yue later switched to?"

Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po in shock and said, "Ninth Prince is indeed amazing. I haven't said what it is yet, and you already know it's a precious scripture. That's right, it's the Sunflower Manual. It's a pity that that senior isn't here. If that Gentleman Cheap senior was here, he would definitely pass the Sunflower Manual to the Ninth Prince. Because..."

Saying this, Mo Wuji suddenly paused.

This time, not only the Ninth Prince Situ Po, but even Wen Manzhu held her breath and looked at Mo Wuji, wanting to know what Mo Wuji would say next.

After a few seconds, Mo Wuji continued, "Because you are originally the same type of people, you will definitely cherish each other. Alas, it's a pity that I'm not interested in cultivating that kind of technique. I only saw the eight words on the cover back then. I only remember six of the eight words on the cover. There's nothing to regret, after all, I'm just an ordinary person, that kind of scripture is really not suitable for an ordinary person like me. I have emotions and desires, how can I give up ordinary mortal life for the sake of cultivation."

"Which six words..." Situ Po blurted out almost subconsciously.

Mo Wuji looked at Situ Po seriously and solemnly and said, "If you want to practice the divine skill, you must first... I only remember these six words, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Mo Wuji said to Wen Manzhu again, "Miss Wen, I suddenly have no interest in having a heart-to-heart talk with you anymore. Being with you puts too much pressure on me, goodbye."

Watching Mo Wuji's departing figure, Situ Po's expression changed several times. After a while, he said to Wen Manzhu, "Manzhu, this Brother Mo is very unrestrained and doesn't feel any depression because he's an ordinary person. When I knew that my spiritual root wasn't particularly good, I felt very uncomfortable. After all, you used to be old acquaintances, it's good to chat more together, I'll go to the restaurant first."

...

"Wuji, why didn't you chat more?" Seeing Mo Wuji return, Ding Bu'er asked with a smile.

"Different paths, no common cause," Mo Wuji replied faintly and started helping to set up the tent.

There were too many people heading to the imperial capital Changluo. Those servants who didn't have a place to stay were setting up tents by the sea like Mo Wuji.

"What a good saying 'Different paths, no common cause, this brother speaks well'," a hearty voice came, followed by a burly man with a beard carrying an animal skin bag. Behind the burly man was a very charming young woman.

If Wen Manzhu was compared to a green apple, then this young woman was obviously a more alluring ripe apple. If it weren't for the heavy atmosphere of the world on her body, this young woman would be more like a noble person.

The burly man with a beard cupped his fist at Mo Wuji, "My name is Yuan Zhenyi, this is my companion Shi Yi Niang. I just heard a word from you, brother, and I deeply agree with it. If you don't mind, brother, I have good wine here, shall we have a drink together?"

Mo Wuji laughed heartily, "Of course I don't mind, my name is Mo Wuji, this is my companion Ding Bu'er. Now that the tent is set up, please come in."

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