In the end, the matter was settled. After all, Mo Juren still knew the importance. The price he suppressed was not much, and he still made considerable profits despite the huge quantity.
The matter ended successfully, and the four people got their wish and received generous rewards. And decided on the spot that every subsequent purchase should not be missed.
You must know that the logistics demand for materials is extremely huge. Not only the monthly fixed subsidy, but also the temporary subsidy before each war, as well as the free replacement of magic weapons after damage, require a large amount of reserves.
Even if the quality of the supplies provided is not high, you don’t get the free stuff, and you can resell it if you don’t need it, which is also an extra income.
Therefore, as long as there are subsidies, almost everyone will be extremely active in coming to receive them.
It can be seen from this. As long as this business continues, the rewards you can eventually get are beyond imagination.
Of course, it is impossible to continue doing this forever, and the war will always stop. As Mo Juren, who knew everything in advance, he had an extremely clear understanding in his heart.
Moreover, as time continues to pass, the war situation has begun to undergo great changes.
Large-scale battles rarely occur, basically only once a month, and their scale and intensity are greatly weakened. The two sides only gathered a team of about a thousand people to fight with each other. It seemed that the fight was in full swing, but there were only a few casualties.
In contrast, small-scale battles gradually became more frequent and occurred almost every day. Each side sent a certain amount of monks, either in small groups or alone to fight each other deep in the Golden Drum Plains.
This is because the realm of monks is different. There is also a very tacit agreement to separate different time periods. The monks in the foundation building stage will fight during the day, while the strong ones in the pill forming stage will fight at night.
Of course, this kind of battle mode is unlikely to cause too many casualties. After all, monks are not dead, and they will naturally turn around and run away when they find they are outnumbered. It is extremely difficult to kill them completely.
This stalemate situation has completely formed on the frontline battlefield.
Not only on the frontal battlefield, but also in the hinterland of each side, the battle of sneak attacks is still going on, which is also consuming their patience.
Time passed quickly in this stalemate situation, and months passed without realizing it.
Tianhua Tower. Room interior.
At this time, Mo Juren had his eyes closed and his legs crossed, and he was meditating. The whole body is surrounded by rays of light, like a dream, and at a glance, it seems as if an immortal is alive in the world, aloof and unconventional.
Compared with a few months ago, his appearance had not changed at all, but the invisible power emanating from his body was getting stronger.
All this is due to the progress of cultivation. In the past few months, except for showing up every time when purchasing supplies, the rest of the time was just staying in the room to practice in seclusion.
As for logistical matters, he had no intention of getting involved in specific trivial matters, so he couldn't waste his time and energy and entrusted everything to Wang Tong.
Of course, supervision is still needed to prevent the other party from doing anything, and it is you who will take the blame. However, due to his previous deliberate management, some of the deacon disciples had already become his "confidants". With so many eyes watching, he naturally didn't worry about problems.
I don't know how long it took, but I seemed to faintly sense something. I frowned slightly, and all the brilliance converged towards the body, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.
"Who is that strange breath?"
Just at that moment, a ray of spiritual consciousness suddenly swept from mid-air, instantly attracting his attention.
Judging from the strength of the aura, it should only be in the early stage of foundation building, but it would be a bit too rude to release spiritual consciousness to inspect other people's residences so rashly.
"snort……"
Mo Juren was not a kind person either. He snorted coldly and fought back. The strength of his consciousness is comparable to that of a late-stage foundation-building monk. There is nothing the other party can bear. Just a little lesson can cause serious consequences in an instant.
A scream of 'Ah' was heard, and the next moment, a strange monk fell directly from the air.
"Who are you? Why did you fall from the sky?" In the open space outside, Lin Ying'er looked at the gray-haired monk in yellow clothes with curiosity and asked strangely.
"Ahem..." The yellow-robed monk still had some pain in his head, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes. When he heard someone asking, he quickly stood up and asked respectfully,
"Is this Tianhua Tower? I am Wu Xuan, a monk from Huang Maple Valley, and I am here to visit on the orders of my master Li Huayuan."
"Visit?" Lin Ying'er looked stunned and thought to herself, people from Huang Maple Valley came to Spirit Beast Mountain to visit?
"The person you want to visit is..."
"May I ask if Fellow Daoist Mo, the owner of Tianhua Building, is here?" Wu Xuan did not hesitate and immediately stated his purpose.
"Looking for Master?" Lin Ying'er suddenly understood. He said quickly,
"Wait a moment, I will report first. As for whether we will see you or not, we have to wait for the master's decision."
"Here you go, girl."
…
"Li Huayuan, are you looking for me?"
In the room, Mo Juren frowned slightly.
He was no stranger to Wu Xuan. Han Li's sixth senior brother was his pseudo-love rival, and he had always disliked him because of Dong Xuan'er's affairs in Huang Maple Valley. This person's final ending was not very good either. He was sacrificed to death by the leader of the Black Evil Cult, which can be described as miserable.
Not only him, but several of Han Li's senior brothers and sisters, and even Li Huayuan and his wife, did not know whether they were affected by the protagonist's aura, and the ending was not very good.
Of course, none of this matters. The key is Li Huayuan. The other party is an alchemy monk from Huang Maple Valley, and he has nothing to do with him. Why would he suddenly send someone to visit him?
Could it be that his master-disciple relationship with Han Li was exposed?
This possibility exists. After all, Li Huayuan is a monk in the Danjie stage. If he sends someone to investigate in Mo Mansion, he will always find something.
The problem is that the other party must have such suspicion first, otherwise, it is impossible to associate the two people together.
In fact, his relationship with Han Li was not considered top secret, and some people close to him knew about it. Wives and daughters, Xin Ruyin and others know it very well. Even Mr. Han also knows something about it because of the relationship between Han Yunzhi and his sister.
However, these people only understand it and will not delve into the matter too much, nor will they take the initiative to disclose it to outsiders.
"Master, there is a monk from Huang Maple Valley outside. He said he was ordered to come to visit..."
"Let him in."
Lin Ying'er left immediately after receiving the agreement, and soon brought Wu Xuan into the room.
Perhaps because of the lesson he had just received, he knew that the person in front of him was very powerful. At this time, the other person looked very respectful. As soon as he stood still, he took the initiative to salute and said, "I have met Lord Mo."
"I wonder what martial arts friends are looking for Mo?" Mo Juren was not polite at all to this person, especially his previous rude behavior, which made him unhappy. As for whether he would offend the other party because of this, he didn't care at all. Even though Li Huayuan behind him was a monk in the Danjie stage, he didn't have much fear.
In the final analysis, the gradual improvement of his strength gave him enough confidence to face many things, and he no longer had to worry about everything as before.
Such a cold attitude immediately caused Wu Xuan's expression to change slightly. However, thinking of the terrifying methods this person had shown before, and the fact that he was in the wrong just now. After all, nothing was said.
"Wu Mou is paying a visit to fellow Taoist Mo on the orders of his master, and he wants to inquire about my eighth junior brother Han Li."
"Han Li?" A hint of doubt appeared on Mo Juren's face at the right time, and then he said,
"Are you talking about Fellow Daoist Han from Yellow Maple Valley?"
"It's Junior Brother Han." Wu Xuan nodded and continued,
"A few months ago, Junior Brother Han went to Yanjiabao to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference. Later, due to the invasion of demons, he happened to be recruited to the wasteland spiritual mine to assist in the defense. After that, the spiritual mine was attacked, and most of the defenders were missing. As for Junior Brother Han, The master originally thought that he was seriously injured and had gone away to find a place to recover and could not return for the time being. But he never thought that he had been waiting for several months and still had no news, so he asked me to come for consultation. "
Having said this, the subject of the conversation immediately changed,
"According to the investigation, Fellow Daoist Mo was probably the manager of the Ling Mine at the time. He should have some knowledge of the specific matters, right?"
Listen to what the other person has to say. Mo Juren suddenly realized that this was what he was asking about!
No wonder Li Huayuan didn't send someone to inquire until now. It turned out that he thought Han Li was seriously injured and recovered alone.
The Battle of the Spirit Mine was indeed brutal at that time, and very few people escaped, but there were still lucky ones after all. The other party probably learned the news that Han Li was not dead from a monk who happened to escape.
For monks, it is normal for a monk to recover from an injury for several months. A little retreat can be over in the blink of an eye.
"The situation of Fellow Daoist Han may be a little bad." Mo Juren, who wanted to understand everything, suddenly looked down and said in a solemn tone,
"At that time, Mo happened to break out of the enemy's siege with Taoist fellow Han. He thought he could sit back and relax, but unexpectedly, he suddenly encountered another team of demonic monks halfway, and then encountered a strong pursuit by the other party. The opponent's strength was too strong. The two of us were no match at all, so we had no choice but to disperse and escape in the end. Mo was lucky enough to save his life, but what happened to Fellow Daoist Han in the end is unknown."
"This... there is such a thing!" Wu Xuan's expression suddenly changed after hearing this answer. If that were the case, it would be extremely difficult for Junior Brother Han to cope with it just based on his strength, which had just been established. No wonder the other party didn't even return to his own cave, fearing that it might be a disaster.
"Does Fellow Daoist Mo know the identity of that team of demonic monks?"
"Judging from the means, it seems that they are people from the Ghost Spirit Sect. However, Mo just ran away at that time and there were not many actual fights, so we cannot be 100% sure." Mo Juren still answered ambiguously.
"Ghost Spirit Sect!" Wu Xuan frowned and then said,
"Thank you, fellow Taoist Mo, for clearing up the confusion. However, this matter must be informed to the master as soon as possible. Wu will not stay any longer."
After the words fell, the other party no longer hesitated, said goodbye and hurriedly turned around and left.
