A large city in the middle of the plain, with abundant resources and abundant people, extending in all directions.
On a sunny day, you can see hundreds of miles away from the tallest pagoda in the city.
Wangyuan City is flat and has no mountains. There are mostly mortals and only a few monks.
"After running around for several days, we will rest in the city for a night." Zhang Zhong said.
Before the group arrived at the inn, they saw five or six officers surrounding an exquisite sandalwood carriage on the side of the boulevard.
Xue Tong heard that the official official said politely: "Master Mo, please go to the government office. I have something to ask for advice."
Xue Tong had very few contacts with the government, and the metaphysical and secular worlds usually did not interfere with each other.
Unexpectedly, the sandalwood car door suddenly opened, and a strong force directly knocked the leader into the air and crashed into Zhang Zhong's cavalry.
In the early days of guarding Hou Tian, Gen Wuzong had quick eyesight and hugged the leader.
The leader covered his chest and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
"How dare you! You dare to stop the Mo family. Even if the prefect comes, you must inform us in advance."
A person stepped out of the wooden cart. He was in his thirties, wearing a blue satin brocade robe with a jade belt tied around his waist. He had delicate features and a look of tiredness and disdain on his face.
Cultivation is in the later stage of the day after tomorrow.
When the servant next to the car saw his master taking action, his originally restrained behavior immediately became domineering, pointing at the servant and cursing him.
"Stop!" Xue Tong ordered.
The government's tolerance is only for martial arts disciples, and the leader is only a martial arts disciple. His polite words are not inappropriate. The surnamed Mo bullies the small ones, which makes Xue Tongsha unhappy.
He agreed to lobby not to earn spiritual stones, but to relax. He saw "interesting" things and didn't want to miss them.
Only then did a group of people realize that an innately powerful person was passing by.
"Are you okay?" Xue Tong patted the leader on the shoulder.
A powerful mana surged into the leader's body, and the bleeding wounds healed quickly.
"It's okay, thank you senior."
"Master Mo is most likely the biological son of Mo Fu from Duwu City in Ningzhou. Mo Fu is in the middle stage of Xiantian and is a member of the Xuanmen Guild. You must not offend him." Li Zhaoqing's message rang in Xue Tong's ears.
Xue Tong rolled his eyes and didn't give up.
Mo Zhaoyun was the fourth son of Mo Fu. The Mo family owned vast hectares of fertile land and had many contacts with the common people. Mo Zhaoyun was a dandy. When Wangyuan City was dealing with secular affairs, he assigned his subordinates to kill and injure tenants, attracting government officials.
Mo Zhaoyun's embarrassed expression flashed away. Lingwu Villa was a well-known Taoist sect. Even if he did some unworthy things, the young genius in front of him could not do anything to him.
"The official business is unreasonable. The minor dispute with the common people has been properly resolved. Mo needs to rush back to Lingwu Villa. I'm sorry." Mo Zhaoyun finally did not dare to mess around in front of the innate warrior. He responded with a few words and explained his background.
Duwu City is located in the northwest of Ningzhou Plain, on the edge of the mountainous area. It is filled with fog all year round and serves as a crossing for a large river, hence its name.
"Has Mo Fu agreed to Zhang Zhong's membership?" Xue Tong asked urgently through a message.
"Mo Fu was arrogant and looked down on Gen Wuzong. When he first asked to see him, he didn't even get in." Li Zhaoqing replied.
She and Zhang Zhongren didn't get out of the car.
"Wait a minute!" Xue Tong's expression suddenly turned serious.
"What happened to Mr. Mo's dispute with the common people?" Xue Tong asked the leader.
"We killed two people and injured nine, and we only paid eight hundred taels of silver." The leader complained.
"The compensation is too small, Mr. Mo. Why bother arguing with ordinary people? Since you have committed a crime, you should be compensated in full. I think the compensation is 30,000 taels of silver." Xue Tong intentionally overstated the amount several times.
"You dare to blackmail Lingwu Village?" Mo Zhaoyun grimaced.
"Daxuanmen should pay more compensation, and the slave who killed someone must be dealt with harshly. Why don't I dare."
"Get out of the way and go to Duwu to find my father!" Mo Zhaoyun motioned to the driver to leave.
Xue Tong stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Zhaoyun like a hawk catching a chicken, "Let your father come find me. I'll live...at the old Guangke Hotel."
"Everyone else, get out!"
Mo Zhaoyun followed him and drove away in a hurry on horseback.
Xue Tong tied up Mo Zhaoyun, found 10,000 spiritual stones from his storage bag, and gave them to the official leader, "Take them and exchange them for silver. You take two thousand and compensate the tenants for the rest. Now it's a Xuanmen dispute. Just wait." Never mind."
He sent a message to Li Zhaoqing, "You two don't need to come forward, just wait for my good news."
"Director Wei, are you sure? Mo Fu is not someone to be trifled with."
"It's okay, don't worry."
…
Xue Tong made a fuss, which led to Mo Fu.
That night, the old Guangke store was in a panic, with customers either rushing out the door and escaping, or hiding in corners and shivering.
Mo Fu brought more than 20 people with bright torches and surrounded the inside and outside of the inn.
"You surnamed Wei, you dare to capture my son. If you don't give me an explanation, you will die!" Mo Fu said with murderous intent.
"Mo Zhaoyun bullies the market, kills and injures ordinary people, and compensates for some spiritual stones. It's just a matter of light rain, but he wants to put on Lingwu Villa's bad air, and he won't be afraid of embarrassment if it spreads!" Xue Tong shook his head and said nonchalantly.
The world he has seen is much bigger than the battle in front of him. How could he not make good use of it when Mo Zhaoyun came to his door?
Mo Fu slapped it down with a palm.
Xue Tong punched the sky with only 20% of the force. He protected his head with a layer of demonic energy, deliberately hiding his strength and at most showing off his late-stage innate force.
Xue Tong's Nightmare Bone Art is at the tenth level, let alone Mo Fu. Even if Gongsun Kui is resurrected, there is nothing he can do now.
Mo Fu's metacarpal bones were in severe pain and he quickly retracted his hands to avoid the subsequent fierce force of the Ghost Demon Fist.
Mo Fu was shocked. He had been immersed in the "Vajra Mahamudra" for decades and was almost perfect. Xue Tong's careless punch made his palms tingle and his fingers stiff.
"What do you want?" Mo Fu suffered a secret loss and knew that he could not do it through force.
"No matter what, Mo Zhaoyun returns it safely, and wants to negotiate a deal so that Master Mo can make a lot of money."
"A friend of Wei's is asking to join the Xuanmen Guild. Please ask Master Mo for help."
Mo Fu's eyes were darting around, making a rough guess.
"Now that we're talking about business, you retreat outside the courtyard for now!" Mo Fu ordered his subordinates.
Xue Tong sent a transmission note and called Li Zhaoqing and Zhang Zhong who were observing from a distance.
…
Zhang Zhong paid 400,000 spiritual stones and kept the letter of affirmation written by Mo Fu. There was a signature and seal on the book, so there was no way to go back on it.
Xue Tong said worriedly: "I hope Master Mo will keep his word. If he claims that he was coerced by Wei and the document is invalid, it will be a life-threatening matter."
"No need to remind me, Mo Mou has his own sense of proportion!"
Before leaving, Mo Fu said: "It will be just around the corner for you, Daoist Zhang, to join the Xuanmen Guild. Let's work together and cooperate more in the future."
"Thank you, senior!" Zhang Zhong said humbly.
Xue Tong's face was expressionless, and it could be seen that Mo Fu was angry, and it was just a matter of patience, and he would have to use his brain in the future.
"Hmph, it will be too late for you to regret it then!" Xue Tong said secretly.
…
In the royal city, the most prosperous place in Gantai, Zhang Zhong asked to see Cheng Bingcheng, who was most likely to support his membership.
Cheng Bingcheng blinked, "Oh, Mo Fu also thinks that fellow Taoist Zhang is qualified to join the association. Cheng has the beauty of an adult and agrees to fellow Taoist."
Cheng Bingcheng knew in his heart that he disagreed. Zhang Zhong and Xue Tong also managed to get the last person, so why not take hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones?
Cheng Bingcheng signed the document, glanced at Xue Tong, and said, "It's probably the credit of fellow Taoist Wei that Mo Fu can agree. I believe that fellow Taoist Master Wei has something special. May I ask where he is from?"
"Wei Mouzhi is a pleasant person. He has practiced hard in the sea for sixty years. Come to Gantai to see it."
Cheng Bingcheng said a few polite words, while Xue Tong kept his tone strict and responded politely.
…
"Wow, Chief Wei took action and got it done smoothly!" Li Zhaoqing's eyes sparkled with admiration on his face.
"As long as it's done, you two should go back to Yinye early and I'll take a look around the royal city."
"Zhang is deeply grateful for Taoist Master's kindness." Zhang Zhong paid the spirit stone and said.
"Gen Wuzong's extra high-grade refined materials, please sell them to Wei first."
"Definitely, definitely." Zhang Zhong promised repeatedly.
"Actually..." Li Zhaoqing paused for a moment, "Actually, the mirage of Miantu Island is the place where Wanyu produces the most refined materials."
"So what, don't you need to be a member to enter?" Xue Tong asked back.
"That's not necessarily the case. Zhaoqing never mentioned it because the illusion is dangerous. If outsiders are willing to pay the admission fee, they can enter."
"The mirage appears once every thirty years, with a limit of twenty people. The guild takes up 80% of it. The remaining places are bid for, usually one million spirit stones. The mirage reappears seven and a half years later," Li Zhaoqing said.
"Oh, why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Xue Tong asked accusingly.
"The mirage is very dangerous. There are many people who have fallen, so the proportion of people bidding will be higher. It would be good if six people can come back and two can come back."
"What is the martial level of those who enter the Mirage?"
"All of them are innate warriors, most of them are in the late stage and have achieved great success."
"Oh, I'll think about it, it's still early anyway."
…
Xue Tong stayed alone in the royal city, and various spiritual material shops replenished cultivation resources, such as talisman paper and ink, Hao Ling Jade Spirit Qi Refining Pill, Wuhua Liquid, and various auxiliary refining materials.
He has made up his mind and is determined to enter the Mirage of Miantu Island. As long as he is fully prepared, there is nothing to fear!
…
Li Zhaoqing and Zhang Zhong successively obtained two sets of top-quality materials. Xue Tong paid a high price to purchase the black-blue Tongyuan stone slabs, which were two levels higher than gray bluestone. In this way, his dragon-killing sword array could be upgraded from the power of six swords to seven. The power of the sword.
When Li Zhaoqing finally bought back the bluestone plate, he was still five years away from signing up for the mirage bidding.
"It seems that the Taoist Master is preparing to enter the fantasy world. Zhaoqing needs to talk about the past in his heart."
Li Zhaoqing's eyes were filled with tears when he spoke, which surprised Xue Tong.
