Tong Ge sighed, "Who I am is not important. What's important is that we will fight side by side in the future, and you will enjoy things you never dreamed of by following me."

Mo Wuji's spiritual sense scanned Ji Li and saw that she was still healing, so he said with relief, "I don't know you, but someone does."

Before Mo Wuji could bring Huan Ti out to identify him, Tong Ge chuckled and said, "It's better not to recognize me, lest you be scared to death."

Mo Wuji shook his head. "Just a mere Sage, and you think you can scare me to death? You overestimate yourself, old man. Oh, I misspoke. It should be a mere former Sage."

"Who are you?" Hearing Mo Wuji's words, Tong Ge suddenly straightened his back. His hunched waist straightened up in an instant.

A burly man nearly two meters tall appeared before Mo Wuji and Lian Ji. Where was the hunched-over Tong Ge who was about to die of old age from before?

A violent aura of domain swept over, filled with killing intent. Mo Wuji groaned, and his Vortex Domain also expanded, with threads of laws attached to his domain, blocking Tong Ge's domain completely outside.

At the same time, Lian Ji felt a wave of lethargy wash over him. He couldn't even extend his spiritual sense, let alone his divine essence.

"You're alright?" Tong Ge looked at Mo Wuji in shock. He drank his Heartbreak at World's End, and he was still alright? Even a Saint couldn't do that.

Then, all the spatial rules around Tong Ge suddenly became chaotic, and an even more terrifying killing intent locked down this space.

Anyone who recognized him shouldn't think about leaving here alive. What's more, it was someone who was fine after drinking his Heartbreak at World's End?

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I'm sorry, I've implicated you again." Lian Ji sighed inwardly. He never expected Tong Ge to be such an insidious person, hiding in this corner and plotting against someone who had nothing to do with him.

Mo Wuji waved his hand, signaling Lian Ji not to worry, then raised his hand and grabbed Huan Ti out of the Mortal World. "Huan Ti, help me recognize who this guy is?"

"You're actually healed?" Huan Ti completely ignored Tong Ge, staring at Mo Wuji as if he had seen a ghost.

He really couldn't understand how someone who had been hit by the Nailhead Book, and had been entangled by the Nailhead Book's daoyun, could recover in such a short time. That was absolutely impossible. Even if he found the Soul Breaking Brush, he wouldn't recover so quickly.

Mo Wuji snorted. "I didn't ask you to worry about my affairs. I'm asking you to recognize who this old man is?"

Old man? Saint Huan Ti looked at Tong Ge, who was nearly two meters tall and looked fierce. Was this guy an old man?

Before Saint Huan Ti could recognize Tong Ge, Tong Ge recognized Saint Huan Ti. He murmured in shock, "You are Huan Ti? Saint Huan Ti?"

"That's right, I am Huan Ti..." After saying a few words, Huan Ti finally recognized Tong Ge, and then said, "Who else could it be? So it's Saint Tong Ming. I knew you wouldn't die so quickly. It really is so."

"Huan Ti, what's going on?" After learning Huan Ti's identity, Tong Ming was truly horrified. A Saint was being held in Mo Wuji's hand like a chicken. When did such a ruthless person appear in the universe?

Saint Huan Ti smiled bitterly and said, "What do you think is going on?"

Mo Wuji grabbed Huan Ti as if he were holding a small chicken. What else could it be?

"So you are Saint Tong Ming." Mo Wuji opened his hand and threw Saint Huan Ti into the Mortal World. At the same time, the Half Moon Heavy Halberd swept out. "What I like most is collecting Saints. Since I've met you, and you've offended me, then..."

"Wait..." If he didn't know that Mo Wuji had imprisoned Huan Ti, Tong Ming would definitely not let Mo Wuji wait.

But now, he no longer had the confidence to kill Mo Wuji.

"If you have something to say, then say it. Don't just fart!" Mo Wuji's domain swept out, and the Storage Meridian was constantly outlining void arrays.

This time, Saint Tong Ming had provoked him first, so he would naturally not be polite.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, you can imprison Saint Huan Ti, so your strength must be extraordinary. Maybe we can cooperate." Tong Ming clasped his fists, his tone sincere.

After saying that, he swept his hand, and a hidden aura was drawn from Lian Ji's body. Lian Ji jumped up and shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoist Mo, my poison is gone!"

Mo Wuji nodded, somewhat surprised by Tong Ming's move. Before discussing conditions, he first removed Lian Ji's poison. Although Lian Ji's poison could be removed in a few breaths in his eyes, this also showed Saint Tong Ming's attitude.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, to show my apology, I will first take out fine wine as a token of apology." Tong Ming opened his hand, and another cyan wine pot appeared on the table. Then, he took the initiative to fill a glass of wine for Mo Wuji and Lian Ji, and then raised his glass and said, "I'll drink first as a sign of respect."

After saying that, Tong Ming drank it all in one gulp.

Lian Ji was still a little hesitant, but Mo Wuji didn't care at all. He also picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

A mellow aura permeated his entire body. Mo Wuji, being a Saint Body cultivator, also felt a sense of joy and relaxation all over his body. He could even feel that if he cultivated for a period of time, his strength would rise to another level.

A rich aroma of wine wafted out, filling the entire room with the scent of wine.

After drinking a glass of wine, before Mo Wuji could speak, Tong Ming said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I poisoned people here, looking for some strong people, but I don't have too much malice. I just hope to find a few helpers in the future."

Mo Wuji sneered, "You are a Saint, with a Divine Throne. How many helpers do you need? Do you still need such despicable means?"

Tong Ming gave a self-deprecating smile. "Saint? Hehe, among all the Saints, I am probably the most ridiculed one. Because I am the unlucky one who was framed and killed by a God Transformation ant."

Lian Ji became nervous and didn't speak after hearing the word "Saint." He had also heard of Saints. They were existences who possessed Divine Thrones and stood at the pinnacle of the universe. Every move they made controlled the life and death of billions of living beings. He had never imagined that a Saint could sit at the same table with him and drink wine.

Mo Wuji frowned slightly. A God Transformation cultivator could harm a Saint? Even a Saint like Huan Ti, who had been nailed by the Seven Buddha Shovels and was seriously injured, couldn't be harmed by an ordinary God Transformation cultivator, right?

"Are you doubting how I could be harmed by a God Transformation ant? Actually, there's no need to doubt. It was indeed that God Transformation cultivator who harmed me, but it was the old bastard Luo Xu who really made the move." Tong Ming said hatefully through gritted teeth.

"Junior Brother Mo, you saved me again this time." Ji Li's clear voice came, without a trace of worldliness.

Mo Wuji stood up and laughed, "It seems that the Extreme Ice Sky Bamboo is really good. Senior Sister Ji, Fellow Daoist Lian, we can leave."

Seeing that Ji Li had recovered her dantian here, Mo Wuji didn't bother to argue with this Tong Ming. Besides, he also knew that even if he wanted to teach Tong Ming a lesson, the outcome was unknown.

Hearing that Mo Wuji was planning to leave, Tong Ming became anxious and quickly called out, "Fellow Daoist Mo, you must listen to me finish what I have to say."

Mo Wuji's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Tong Ming, because my senior sister borrowed your place to heal, I am too lazy to argue with you about poisoning me and my friend. If you continue to be ungrateful, don't blame me for being impolite."

Mo Wuji didn't want to know what Tong Ming, a Saint, was doing in this place. If this guy wanted to pester him, then he would fight. Even if he was a little weaker than Tong Ming, it would definitely be limited, so he was not afraid of Tong Ming at all.

"I know the secrets of Saints. If I'm not mistaken, with your strength and the Primordial Mortal Aura, if Luo Xu doesn't hunt you down, then Tong Ming will be blind. As long as you have a battle with Luo Xu, then we are friends." Tong Ming said in a deep voice.

Mo Wuji stopped. He didn't doubt that he would enter the Quasi-Sage realm. With his Mortal Dao, coupled with a bunch of cultivation resources, it was only a matter of time before he entered the Quasi-Sage realm. But he was still somewhat vague about Saints.

Huan Ti, a Saint whose strength had been reduced to almost nothing, was still so terrifying, so one could imagine how strong a true Saint was. Tong Ming knew the secrets of Saints, so he could listen.

"I know you are very strong. You should only be in the early stages of God Transformation, right? You can easily kill Liu Wan with your God Transformation initial stage strength, so your Dao is very extraordinary. In the future, when you step into the Quasi-Sage realm, you can be said to be the number one person under the Saints. But what I want to tell you is that even if you reach the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm, you will not be able to compete with the Saints. If you want to deal with Luo Xu, then you must have my help."

When Tong Ming said this, Mo Wuji turned his head back. He couldn't believe it. With his Mortal Dao, he wouldn't be a match for a Saint even after reaching the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm? That was absolutely impossible.

Tong Ming took a breath and tried to slow down his tone, saying, "I'm telling the truth. You simply don't know how strong a Saint with a Divine Throne is. They are so strong that they make you feel desperate. If you turn the universe where they are into a palm, you and I will all be in the palm of the Saint, unable to jump out. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to swear that I will never be detrimental to you, and before you grow up, I can also..."

Mo Wuji waved his hand, interrupting Tong Ming's words. "You can cooperate with me, but you can only follow me. Anyway, you are not the only one by my side."

Letting Tong Ming follow him was not because Mo Wuji believed Tong Ming's words. He was still sure that as long as he reached the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm, he would not be afraid of even a Saint. He wanted Tong Ming by his side purely to increase his immediate combat power.

Tong Ming laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, even if I am killed immediately, I will not hand over my soul imprint. If you really don't want to cooperate, then let's just leave it at that."

Mo Wuji chuckled. "Who wants your soul imprint? Just as you said, everyone is just cooperating. Since it's cooperation, of course there is a master. I am that master. If you agree, then follow me. If you disagree, then we'll just go our separate ways."

"I agree." Almost as soon as Mo Wuji finished speaking, Tong Ming agreed to Mo Wuji's words.

(Today's update is here, friends, good night!)