The headquarters of Wentianmen, or Mo Tianxie's lair, is located in the most prosperous South Street of Tai'an City.
It was a group of huge houses covering more than ten acres.
From a long distance away, you can see the majestic word "Mofu", and you can tell at a glance that it is the work of a famous artist.
Under the plaque with the word "Mofu" written on it, seven or eight powerful men were patrolling back and forth, scrutinizing every passerby.
But Bai Mo didn't care about this, he walked towards the door step by step.
The big man on patrol subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he was intimidated by the strong aura of the man in white. When he got close to him, he couldn't even pull his legs out.
At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a concierge walked out of the door.
"Are you the concierge of Mo Mansion?"
"Yes, I am Qin Shirong, the concierge of Mo Mansion. I wonder what the hero is doing?"
"Go and inform your sect leader and ask her to come and see me."
"..."
After all, Wentianmen is the dominant force in Tai'an City. Although it has declined recently, it is still the master of this three-acre area.
The first step was to ask the sect master to go out to meet him in person. Is this an obvious provocation?
Unfortunately, what the concierge was thinking was completely different from what Bai Mo was thinking about.
He has been aloof for several lifetimes. Even after his rebirth now, he still has the power of a foundation-building monk. How could he take Wentianmen in his eyes?
Although the concierge wanted to scold the other party, he couldn't say a word for some reason, and everything he wanted to say was suppressed by the aura.
Bai Mo saw that he couldn't find any useful information, so he left them alone and walked into the gate of Mo Mansion alone.
The little beggar behind him had never seen the overlord of Tai'an City, Wentianmen, in such a deflated state. While the concierge and servants were still in a daze, he quickly followed in.
It wasn't until Bai Mo was twenty or thirty meters away from them that these seven or eight people dared to take a deep breath.
Without him, the mental pressure would be too great.
The concierge, who came back to his senses, looked at the two people in the distance, one large and one small, with some surprise.
The young boy has a large scar on his face and his movements are a little shivering. Although he is wearing a set of quite good clothes, he is obviously not used to it and keeps twisting his body. He is most likely from a poor family.
As for the big ones... masters, absolute masters.
Because he found that even though they were far apart, he still couldn't muster the courage to look directly at the other person, and could only occasionally peek at them sideways.
"My hero, please stay, I will inform my wife and ladies." Qin Shirong still had to shout out despite knowing that the opponent was ten times more terrifying than the tiger.
This was his duty as concierge and domestic servant.
"Please go to the tea room and take a seat first."
It turned out that Mo Tianxie left a lot of information and letters before his death, introducing the situation of Wentianmen and the members of his family.
He was also worried that he would fail in seizing the body, so he made preparations early.
There are also special tokens and greetings, so that after he fails, Han Yu or others who get everything from him can win the trust of his wife and daughter, and at the same time, they can control the situation in Wentianmen after his death.
But these are all empty in front of a foundation-building monk.
Monks in the Qi refining stage may be plotted against by mortals and need to engage in intelligence warfare with mortals.
But the foundation-building monks don't need it, just push it flatly.
…
After half a cup of tea, the concierge politely invited Bai Mo to the living room with a more humble attitude.
This Wentianmen is the sect established by Mo Tianxie.
The word "asking the sky" is what he thinks in his heart.
After there was no news from Mo Tianxie, his wife and daughter temporarily took control of the sect.
But their prestige is obviously not as useful as that of Mo Tianxie himself. There are ambitious people inside and outside the sect who want to replace them.
Bai Mo walked into the living room step by step. The little beggar behind him had never seen this image before. He wanted to pull the corner of his clothes to the side, but found that no matter how hard he grabbed, he couldn't touch the clothes that seemed to be right in front of him. horn.
…
In the living room, several beautiful women were sitting upright, and three beautiful girls were standing next to them. They stared at Bai Mo, who was walking slowly, because he mentioned in his invitation that he had information about his husband who had been missing for more than half a year. .
Bai Mo glanced at it and saw that it was the same as the information provided by Mo Tianxie, five wives, plus an adopted daughter, and two biological daughters, all of whom were beautiful and fragrant.
"I'm a guest from afar. Let's serve tea." Although the woman in charge had a frosty face, she was still not rude at all.
"I'll make a long story short, Mo Tianxie is dead."
Bai Mo picked up the tea bowl, took a sip and said.
His words were very direct, without any tactful description, which made the girls who were deeply attached to Mo Tianxie feel very uncomfortable.
They still hold on to their last glimmer of hope.
"The essence is exhausted, and I can barely count myself dying of old age."
"How could Mo Jun, a great innate master, suddenly run out of energy?!"
"Practice goes crazy." Bai Mo didn't intend to explain any more.
"My coming here this time is just a transaction. I don't want to say too much about the cause of his death. Anyway, you just need to know that he died and was buried outside Qixuanmen."
Bai Mo's attitude obviously made the girls very angry.
"Whether you are sad or unable to accept it, it has nothing to do with me. I am a foundation-building monk. I have no interest in you or in a mortal sect like Wentianmen."
"..."
"Your Majesty...is this Senior Foundation Establishment?"
The upper echelons of Tai'an City knew that there were high-ranking immortal cultivators in this world.
But apart from occasionally appearing and taking away young children with spiritual roots, they rarely interact with mortals and never care about the mortal world.
In particular, monks above the foundation level will hardly have any dealings with mortals without spiritual roots. Only a few Qi-refining monks who are greedy for worldly glory will become the guests of princes and nobles.
They and mortals are completely different species.
Bai Mo nodded, and then said again: "Mo Tianxie will give me what he has in his hand, and I will let you leave Tai'an alive."
He spoke like a kidnapper.
"There are refugees and rioters everywhere outside the city. If we leave Tai'an City, where can we weak women find a place to stay?" After hearing Bai Mo's words, the face of the woman surnamed Yan, the leader of the women, was filled with helplessness. .
Of course, this expression is 80% fake. They are actually top-notch martial arts masters. In a real fight, any one of them can easily make three or five big men unable to get up.
The only two points left were really helpless. Naturally, Mo Tianxie, the backbone of the Wentian Sect, died suddenly. They were able to protect themselves, but they wanted to control the entire sect, but they were unable to do so.
But if you choose to leave, it means giving up the foundation that the husband has worked so hard to build.
PS: The old book club group exploded, the new book club group number is: 617--144--911
