Chapter 1121

When Yun Mo forcibly tried to hand over the Qinghu, it bit Yun Mo and attempted to flee.

Such an extreme resistance made Yun Mo's face darken instantly—how could this happen? He looked left and right but saw no sign of Yun Shang.

Damn it, where did Yun Shang go?

The judging panel also noticed the Qinghu contestant's unusual behavior and leaned forward in confusion.

The host bluntly asked… could it be that the Qinghu scored poorly in the Taming Level category?

Yun Mo quickly thought of an excuse: he sniffed the new trainer's body and explained that the new trainer emitted a special fragrance—pleasant to humans, but utterly repulsive to Qinghu, a stench so foul that every Qinghu detested it, as if a human were trapped in a cesspool.

This explanation was instantly understood by everyone; the competition committee immediately brought up a new trainer with no odor whatsoever, and Yun Mo reclaimed the Qinghu.

This time, the Qinghu accepted the new trainer, but during the ten-minute bonding period, it showed only indifference, ignoring the trainer entirely and focusing only on sleeping, with no intention to cooperate—even under food temptation, it barely performed one or two actions.

Although the Taming Level score wouldn't drastically affect the Qinghu's overall rating, for Yun Mo personally, the fact that a nearly perfect Qinghu had shown such a massive deviation was unacceptable!

It wouldn't affect final sales, but it would severely impact how other societies judged the Qinghu, drastically lowering the price of its exclusive sales rights.

Returning to the Qingqiushang Society with the pet, Yun Mo wore a grim expression, found Yun Shang, and immediately berated her.

"What happened? Didn't I tell you to assist from the side? Why didn't the Qinghu perform the required moves? What do we do now? The Qinghu's attention is dropping."

"No, we must win tomorrow's match and get a perfect score!"

In fact, Yun Mo had already arranged with Yun Shang beforehand: using her special connection and resonance with her clan, she was to command the Qinghu to perform the designated moves when the new trainer took over, cheating to secure a high score in the competition.

But Yun Shang didn't do it!

She simply left the arena during the match.

She wanted to see whether Yun Mo cared more about himself—or about her Qinghu clan.

Now it seemed clear: Yun Mo cared more about whether the Qinghu could bring him tangible benefits—leaving Yun Shang deeply disappointed.

"I'm disappointed, Yun Mo. You weren't like this before. They are my kin—I can't force them to do anything!"

Yun Shang shook her head, eyes slightly moist, and as she spoke, her gaze at Yun Mo felt as if she were seeing him anew.

But Yun Mo was furious too—the loss in the Taming Level category enraged him; if he'd previously won a ten-thousand-chip advantage through appearance, that advantage had now halved instantly!

"What's wrong with you? I feel you're acting strange today… did someone talk to you today?"

How could you believe their words?

Yun Mo gripped Yun Shang's shoulders with anxious hands, staring into her eyes with what he thought was a heartfelt gaze—but now, he saw only suspicion and distrust in her eyes.

The next moment, Yun Shang shoved Yun Mo away.

And what about you? Isn't your goal also about my Qinghu clan?

For the first time, Yun Shang had refused him—Yun Mo froze in place, suddenly realizing things had slipped beyond his control.

His tone softened immediately—he needed to mend his relationship with Yun Shang first.

"Of course I want to be with you. Once we settle the Qinghu clan's habitat, we can be together, right?"

"Then tell me—where is my sister? Exactly where?"

Yun Mo's pupils shrank sharply, then widened in surprise—a doubt flashed through his mind: had Yun Shang already found out about that matter?

That couldn't be!

"Your sister? Heh—he went away to relax, didn't he? How would I know where he went?"

He feigned confusion, scratching his head.

"Really?"

Yun Shang's relentless pressure eventually forced Yun Mo to reveal the truth.

Thus, a pure heart stirred by love, a love once believed genuine, shattered.

On the other side, Lin Cheng and Miss Qianhui, preparing to return home, had no idea Yun Mo and Yun Shang were quarreling.

But he'd already guessed it.

Because the Qinghu lost in the afternoon match.

Yun Mo's face had turned purple with rage over it—Lin Cheng could still laugh just thinking about it.

"Hah!"

"Lin Cheng, what scheming are you up to now?"

Inside the returning carriage, Miss Qianhui heard Lin Cheng suddenly laugh and knew he was plotting something again.

"Nothing. Little Red seems to have really clashed with him—exactly as I expected," Lin Cheng smiled faintly.