At this moment, the three disciples of the Orthodox Dao Sect were very depressed. They had originally only wanted to swindle the blood coral from City Lord He, but they never expected someone to interfere halfway.
In this way, the three brothers were forced to travel together with Mo Fan, their hearts filled with shock and anger.
As soon as they left the city lord’s mansion, the leading cultivator spoke to Mo Fan, “Fellow daoist, what is the meaning of this?”
“That fierce ghost was discovered first by us three brothers!”
“Exactly, what you are doing is unrighteous. This is intercepting opportunities, and it will cause you to be despised by peers in the cultivation world!”
The other two cultivators also spoke to Mo Fan with faces full of indignation.
“What, has the Orthodox Dao Sect already fallen to the point where it needs to deceive mortals for spiritual medicines to get by?” Mo Fan smiled faintly.
As soon as he said this, the three men’s expressions changed immediately.
“Fellow daoist, be careful with your words, lest calamity comes from the mouth!”
“Our Orthodox Dao Sect is one of the leading righteous forces, a transcendent sect. How could it deceive mortals for their possessions?”
“The Orthodox Dao Sect would not, but it is hard to say for you three fellows.”
Mo Fan chuckled lightly, giving the three no face at all.
He naturally knew of the Orthodox Dao Sect. It was indeed one of the transcendent forces in the Divine Domain, with status no less than the Tianxuan Holy Land. In fact, in the southern part of the Divine Domain, its influence was greater than that of the other transcendent forces.
In Yue Chan’s memories, the Orthodox Dao Sect was unlike other sects in its hypocrisy. Instead, it appeared much more just. It often sent disciples to slay demons and eliminate devils throughout the Southern Kingdom, and occasionally provided aid to impoverished areas, relieving the common people.
Therefore, even demonic cultivators particularly admired the cultivators of the Orthodox Dao Sect. Unless there were special circumstances, demonic cultivators were unwilling to provoke them.
The reason Mo Fan was at odds with these three fellows was actually to find a good home for Xiao Bao.
It was not that he wanted Xiao Bao to enter the Orthodox Dao Sect, because from the beginning he had discovered that Xiao Bao actually had no spiritual roots, so a cultivation sect was not suitable for him.
Moreover, in Mo Fan’s view, if one could live happily as a mortal, that was not necessarily worse than living bitterly as a cultivator.
Although a mortal’s life was short, their worries were only about daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt. Cultivators were different. Because of the desires in their hearts, they wanted more and more things, and in the end, their fate was very likely to be an unnatural death.
On this point, Mo Fan had deep personal experience, because the number of cultivators who had died by his hand was innumerable.
Moreover, after a hundred years, the conflict between races would surely stir up massive waves, and the entire Nine Continents would know no peace.
If Bao’er could spend those hundred years in peace and stability, that would also be a kind of happiness.
Therefore, Mo Fan’s initial target was the city lord of Nanyang City, He Yuanzheng.
On the way here, he had already inquired about some information regarding He Yuanzheng.
This man was originally a general in the Southern Kingdom and had once made some notable achievements. However, in a war with another country, he suffered severe injuries and retired. Later, he was attacked by political enemies in the court and was ultimately exiled by the Southern Kingdom’s emperor to this Nanyang Island to serve as a leisurely city lord.
However, precisely because of those old severe injuries, He Yuanzheng had developed chronic ailments, resulting in him having no heirs.
It was after understanding these circumstances that Mo Fan turned his attention to He Yuanzheng.
This time, going to exterminate that fierce ghost was precisely to pave the way for entrusting the child to him.
As for whether this would annoy these three, Mo Fan did not care that much. If these three dared to harbour any thoughts of revenge, he definitely would not let them leave Nanyang Island alive.
“Kid, what do you mean by this?”
Mo Fan’s words immediately enraged the three, who stared at him with unfriendly expressions.
“Nothing much. I also have no intention of robbing you of the credit.
How about this: you three act first. If you can exterminate that fierce ghost, I will admit defeat. Not only will I have City Lord He hand over the blood coral, but I will also add a hundred low-grade spirit stones for the three of you. How about that?”
Mo Fan smiled faintly. Although the cultivation of these three was not worth his attention, he also did not want to make enemies with them for no reason.
Killing was simple, but cleaning up afterwards was difficult.
Who knew if these three cultivators had left behind life tablets or similar items in their sect?
If he really alarmed the Orthodox Dao Sect, that would be troublesome.
Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Mo Fan was unwilling to invite trouble.
Mo Fan’s words immediately brightened the eyes of the three.
A hundred low-grade spirit stones was also a considerable wealth for them.
“Kid, do you mean what you say?”
The leading cultivator immediately looked at Mo Fan.
“Of course!”
Mo Fan smiled, deliberately brushing his storage bag at his waist. A cloth pouch appeared in his hand, from which rich spiritual qi immediately emanated.
Seeing this, the three were overjoyed. They had not expected such a good deal.
“In that case, we have a deal!”
“Good! But if you cannot exterminate that fierce ghost, what then?” Mo Fan asked with a smile.
“If we cannot, we will naturally leave. No need for you to say anything here!”
The leading cultivator snorted coldly. Then, as if feeling his words were somewhat lacking in uprightness, he gritted his teeth, brushed his storage bag at his waist, and a wooden sword immediately appeared in his hand. He said solemnly, “This magical sword of mine was refined from century-old thunderstruck wood. It is a mid-grade magical artefact, worth at least several hundred spirit stones!
If we cannot exterminate that fierce ghost, this magical sword will be yours!”
“Good!”
Mo Fan nodded with a smile.
The reason he dared to gamble so calmly with the three was because, as early as when he arrived at the city lord’s mansion, he had used his divine sense to discover the fierce ghost in that old residence. In terms of cultivation, that fierce ghost was comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
As for these three disciples of the Orthodox Dao Sect before him, the highest cultivation was only late Qi Refining, while the other two were merely mid Qi Refining. What could they use to exterminate the fierce ghost?
It would be good if they were not exterminated by the fierce ghost instead.
Actually, Mo Fan was unclear where these three fellows got their courage from, but he could probably guess.
It was very likely because these three had not carefully probed the strength of the fierce ghost, and feeling secure as disciples of the Orthodox Dao Sect, they had developed a fearless attitude.
This was the direct manifestation of having a big tree to lean on for shade.
No matter how low their cultivation, as long as there was a powerful force behind them, they could deter many people.
Of course, whether that fierce ghost could be deterred would depend on the luck of these three.
The old residence where the fierce ghost resided was not inside Nanyang City, but it was not far from the city either. The group soon arrived outside the old residence.
To the surprise of the three, they had been using divine movement talismans to hurry along the way, originally thinking Mo Fan could not keep up. Yet this fellow had followed far behind, which made the three doubtful about Mo Fan’s cultivation.
“Fellow daoist, my name is Bei Yu. I am the senior brother of these two, with cultivation at the tenth layer of Qi Refining!”
“Now we still do not know fellow daoist’s name, or what your cultivation is?”
Perhaps because the strength Mo Fan had displayed made Bei Yu vaguely feel he was extraordinary, his tone this time was much softer.
“My name is Mo Fan, and my cultivation is just a tiny bit higher than yours, fellow daoist.”
