Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Do You Want to Die, or Do You Want to Live?
The sound of something slicing through the wind came straight at Chen Mo, but just before it could pierce his eyes, Chen Mo lifted his hand and caught it effortlessly.
The Divine Brave Guards standing nearby were stunned by this sudden turn of events, and in the next second, they surrounded the carriage in a tight formation.
Chen Mo frowned; the arrow he had caught snapped in two with a fierce jerk. Then, raising his palm, he struck the carriage door with force, unleashing a surge of power from his palm that spread throughout the entire frame of the carriage.
With a "bang," the carriage exploded into pieces, revealing a man dressed in brocade sitting inside. He was holding a strong bow worth twelve stones, and he looked on in horror at the scene, his hand that held the bow trembling slightly.
In Chen Mo’s eyes, a red number of 33+7 appeared on the man’s forehead.
"Second Young Master," one of the Divine Brave Guards instinctively blurted out, and then quickly corrected himself, addressing Chen Mo, "Immortal Master Chen, he is the second son of the Wang Family, Wang Ran."
The speaker was from the Wang Family Manor, and he had seen Wang Ran once when he came to inspect the manor last year.
"Brother Mo, money... money, so much money." At this moment, the voice of Zhang River sounded. Zhang River opened the remaining carriages; apart from the seventh and eighth carriages, which held Wang Ran’s concubines and their children, the other five were filled with gold and brocade. Zhang River was so excited upon seeing this that his voice trembled.
As Chen Mo’s attention was drawn to the scene, Wang Ran, who had regained his composure, hurled the bow towards Chen Mo.
The bow in Wang Ran’s hand was not an ordinary longbow but a strong bow made from rhinoceros horn, tiger tendon, bamboo wood, silk, lacquer, and glue, all of which were top quality materials.
This bow alone was worth one hundred taels, and it naturally wasn’t light. Being hit by it was not something the average person could withstand.
"Immortal Master Chen, watch out..." A Divine Brave Guard shouted out to warn him, but before the words left his mouth, his eyes bulged like copper bells in shock.
He hadn’t even seen what happened. He only heard a "bang," and Wang Ran was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth, unable to move, his strong bow slipping from his hand.
Zhang River was taken aback, and rage filled his heart as he strode over, ready to strike Wang Ran with his saber.
Chen Mo said, "Stop."
"Brother Mo, this bastard just tried to attack you, let’s kill him." Zhang River said.
"He’s worth at least ten thousand coins. If you kill him, will you pay for it?" Chen Mo shot Zhang River a glance.
"Huh?"
Zhang River froze, quickly withdrawing his saber.
"Who exactly are you?" Wang Ran asked, his face pale. Just when he was about to land a hit on Chen Mo, an immense force burst forth from the other side and hit him. Never before experiencing such a situation, he was momentarily stunned.
"Chen Mo," Chen Mo said lightly, then waved his hand, "Take them all back."
"It’s you."
"It’s him."
Upon hearing this, both Wang Ran and Lu Yuan’s expressions changed dramatically.
Although Chen Mo’s rebellion hadn’t spread through the city, noble clans like the Wang Family and forces like Lu Yuan’s escort agency knew of it.
Lu Yuan, Wang Ran, and several other martial artists had their arm and leg bones dislocated by Chen Mo. They were then tightly bound and, along with the cargo and other people in the carriages, escorted back to Fu Ze Village by the Divine Brave Guards.
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Back in Fu Ze, apart from the women and children, everyone was tied to the wooden stakes used by the Divine Brave Guards for training. The women and children were detained separately.
Wang Ping and his companions were awakened from their dreams to account for the seized gold and brocade.
In the stables, Chen Mo was feeding the horses.
Lu Yuan, Wang Ran, and three other martial artists were brought before Chen Mo by Zhang River, forced to kneel on the ground.
Having their bones dislocated and then being bound, as Ninth-Grade Martial Artists, they had no room for resistance.
"What exactly do you want?" Wang Ran asked, enduring the pain, his eyebrows raised in inquiry to Chen Mo.
"I gave you all a chance back then."
Chen Mo turned around, looked at them, and said, "Those women and children should be your family members, right?"
"What have you done to them?" This time, even Lu Yuan’s eyes reddened.
The reason he accepted the Wang Family’s commission was to leave Pingting County with them and his family.
After all, the Celestial Master Traitor could attack at any time, and they didn’t want to wait for death in the city.
Family was Lu Yuan’s weak point. Even knowing he wasn’t a match for Chen Mo, he still stared at him with red-rimmed eyes, issuing a slew of threats about what he’d do if something happened to them.
Chen Mo wasted no words, directly and bluntly asking, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"
"If I die, my father will surely ask the Defense Army to leave the city and hunt you down," Wang Ran said.
But as soon as he finished saying that, Zhang River smacked him on the back of the head, "Stop with the nonsense. Brother Mo didn’t ask for your ramblings."
"Live." Lu Yuan quickly said, after witnessing the situation. Having traveled far and wide for over a decade, experiencing and dealing with all sorts of matters, he was best at reading the room and noted there seemed to be a way to survive.
"Good." Chen Mo turned his gaze to Lu Yuan and said, "Lu the Leader knows how to adapt to the times."
With that, Chen Mo clapped his hands, and Zhao Daoxian approached with a tray carrying pen, ink, paper, and ink-stone.
"As long as Lu the Leader writes down the Cultivation Technique and Martial Arts you have practiced, you will become one of my Divine Brave Guards. I certainly won’t kill my own people," Chen Mo said.
Lu Yuan was taken aback, realizing they wanted to recruit him. If he agreed, he and his family would be branded as traitors.
But if he didn’t agree...
"Chen... Young Master, do you really mean it?" Lu Yuan asked.
"Call him Immortal Master Chen," Zhang River corrected Lu Yuan’s address.
Chen Mo waved his hand and said, "I stand by my word."
"Alright. I’ll write." Lu Yuan agreed.
Chen Mo reconnected Lu Yuan’s arm bones.
Lu Yuan didn’t play any tricks with the Cultivation Technique or Martial Arts manual because such things, if flawed, would become evident once practiced.
The Cultivation Technique Lu Yuan practiced was called the Cyan Wood Skill, which he came across by chance during his early escort days.
The martial art he learned was a Saber Technique known as the "Pig Slaying Saber Technique."
Chen Mo then turned to the other three martial artists, "What about you?"
"We’ll also... choose to live," the three said, all of them hired martial artists for the Wang Family, with two being brothers and the other a friend of the brothers.
The Cultivation Technique and Martial Arts they practiced were the same.
Both required coordinated physical movements and techniques; neither was complete without the other.
Chen Mo instructed them to draw the movements and techniques.
About a quarter of an hour later, the four had finished writing.
Chen Mo took the sheets and looked over them.
[Cyan Wood Skill detected. Would you like to record it?]
[Pig Slaying Saber Technique detected. Would you like to record it?]
[Green Water Technique detected. Would you like to record it?]
[Overlord Saber detected. Would you like to record it?]