Chapter 169: Lin Mo, Your Home Is So Nice

The next morning.

Lin Mo and Chu Wange sat at the dining table, enjoying a rare leisurely breakfast.

Both had been rushing nonstop since their ascension, taking on sect missions, clearing secret realms, seeking masters...

This was, in fact, the daily routine of Qingshan Sect disciples—endless secret realms to clear, endless missions to complete, never enough contribution points accumulated...

Compared to ordinary disciples, Lin Mo and Chu Wange were already among the top.

Just as Luo Hongyi gave the order, hundreds of warriors surged forward like a tidal wave toward the camel caravan—when Liang Jianfang, clad in golden armor and helmet, mounted on a yellow-maned steed, wielding a Green Dragon Sword, arrived with a dozen attendants trailing behind, imposing and majestic.

The pitch-black jar looked unremarkable, but Xu Ping clearly sensed the ghost embryo inside.

But why hadn't he? Why... why did he pretend she was Chuchu just to ease his guilt?

But Lin Feng's words were a mix of truth and lies—partly boasting, partly omitting.

Indeed, there was still some technological element involved, though it was rarely emphasized during cultivation.

The inheritance included a method for arranging a medicinal herb array; previously, there had been no energy source to activate it, but now with so many jade stones, the energy was sufficient.

"If Zheng Zhengjun dares to do this, we'll deal with him too!" another vice-chairman, Hu Geyang, grumbled.

Undeniably, in some people's eyes, everyone could be exploited—sisters, family, anyone, any relationship—everything had a price tag.

"Do you know where they sell knives?" Yang Yun's eyes flickered with disappointment, but her smile didn't fade.

"Forget it, let's go see what's really going on with those rice fields," Liu Feiyun sighed, addressing Feng Yu and the others.

Xiao Xia felt discouraged; after spending so long studying, she understood barely anything—it was clearly a difficult job. For now, she could only return home and find a chance tomorrow to ask other colleagues.

The smile on his face was simple and earnest, completely unlike his earlier furious, grotesque expression.

She didn't care whether An Weini was her biological sister, nor would she forgive her out of some pathetic blood tie and play the saint.

Lin You nodded frantically behind her, tugging her clothes to signal they should leave immediately—but instead of responding, Mo Xin strode forward boldly. Lin You, caught off guard, was dragged along a few steps.

This was the final step; once he obtained these rings, he could find the box and unlock the family's generations-old secret.

When the guards heard Chu Jiangxing say this, they were stunned—what on earth was the master up to today? Why would he suddenly demand a world map? Was he planning to conquer all nations?

Lin Haoran dragged his luggage out of the dormitory with a complex heart; just a few steps away, Huang Lu ran up, panting heavily.

Even the old man tilted his head and pondered for a long while, unsure whether Chu He's words meant for him to leave.

He thought: everyone must already be training for the superpower competition—I need to hurry too.

It was clear Zhao Jun was in great pain—he pounded the ground violently, smashing deep craters into the cement.

"Where's Li Yi? Bring that coward out to face me!" Zhao Shanhe stomped his foot, crushing a deep crater into the blue stone pavement.

"It's the one you drove away—he's the one who just revived the baby," Liu Meishi was certain Lin Haoran could save her son.

After eating a few bites, the landlady left; the man stopped eating, his gaze fixed straight on Wang Yu.