If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 120 Don’t ask, it’s just a mental attack

As soon as the three big words "Wanmo Valley" came out, it was like a mountain pressing down on everyone, making it difficult for them to breathe. Even the arrogant old man with flowery arms had a solemn expression. Tie Xiaoyan even took a step back, falling into unprecedented uncertainty and despair.

Wanmo Valley is the largest demon sect in Jingzhou. The Qianzhou sect has only had three people in the fusion stage so far, and two of them are still in prison. However, the seven kings of Wanmo Valley are all veterans in the fusion stage, with terrifying background.

Such a terrifying Myriad Demons Valley actually wants to attack their tiny Iron Heart Chamber of Commerce?!
At this moment, a light sigh sounded like a ray of light tearing through the darkness.

"So what about the Ten Thousand Demon Valley!?"

Li Yanmo's voice was sonorous and powerful. A blinding flash of lightning passed by, and Zhao Bin, who had been so arrogant a second ago, was shot down on the spot. He wailed as he fell, "Why do you have such a strong mental power? I won't accept this!"

The remaining members of the Wuyun Gang immediately became chaotic and fled in different directions.

"Want to leave!?"

The originally listless old man with tattooed arms was also excited by Li Yanmo's shout, and he immediately chased after him with a big laugh. Now the people from the Wuyun Gang ran away even faster, and Li Yanmo quickly reached out to stop the fragile old man with tattooed arms.

"Master, don't chase after desperate enemies. Be careful of falling into their trap."

After hearing what Li Yanmo said, the old man with the tattooed arms also felt that it made a lot of sense. He stroked his beard and snorted coldly, "Hmph - that makes sense. I don't even bother to kill these nameless people. When I recover from my injuries, I will personally go and take the head of their leader behind the scenes!"

Li Yanmo was immediately ashamed.

Behind the Wuyun Gang is the Bingmen, and behind the Bingmen is Emperor Yu.

As expected of a man wearing only a pair of shorts, he speaks with such confidence.

When they flew back to the deck, they were immediately surrounded by Qianzhou monks. Everyone expressed their admiration. The old man with flowery arms clasped his hands together and said, "Master Li, my last name is Hua, and my last name is Hua Youquan. Thank you for your help this time!"

"It's okay. We are all cultivators from Qianzhou. We naturally need someone to take care of us when we go out," Li Yanmo smiled slightly, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Song Yun outside the crowd.

At this time, Song Yunzheng and his men were constantly waving their arms to transmit information.

The general meaning is to use the concern for Hua Youquan's injuries to test the monster patterns on Hua Youquan's body.

Damn it, I actually understood it!
Li Yanmo took a deep breath and put on a very official smile. "Master Hua, I wonder how your injuries are. I think there's something wrong with your demonic beast markings."

Hearing this, Hua Youquan crossed his arms and sighed helplessly, "Young Master Li, you don't know this, but my tattoo artistry comes from a long lineage, from the ancient barbarians! As you saw just now, I'm only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but with this set of demon beast tattoos, I can fight against the Jindan cultivator of the Wuyun Gang without losing!"

The monks around also nodded, their faces full of admiration.

"Yes, that Jindan cultivator doesn't dare to confront Elder Hua head-on."

"The power of the tattoo master is well-deserved!"

Li Yanmo was in a complicated mood, but he still patiently complimented him a few times before probing, "Master Hua, could it be that the barbarian heritage is too powerful, which is why the situation just now occurred?"

Hua Youquan sighed helplessly, "That's right. When I was young, I happened to find a barbarian relic. I also gained this demon beast pattern from the barbarian murals. If I had completed this demon beast pattern, how could the Jindan cultivator have a chance to delay!"

Li Yanmo raised his eyes and saw several figures sneaking onto the ship, led by Zhao Bin, the despicable Jindan cultivator Hua Youquan had mentioned. Zhao Bin naturally noticed Li Yanmo's gaze the first time and immediately waved his arm to convey the message to his subordinates.

"..."

"It's not finished yet... Could it be that Jingzhou has a way to complete the monster pattern on your body, Master Hua?" Li Yanmo exclaimed.

"That's right! On the day of the Qianzhou competition, I learned from the Wen Tower that the barbarian monster totem would appear at the Jingzhou auction!" Hua Youquan's eyes flashed with a dazzling brilliance.

"If I can obtain the Barbarian Totem, I will be able to complete the Monster Marking on my body and become a mid-level Xuan-level Mark Master. By then, even if it's a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core, I will be able to make them unable to return!"

Hua Youquan's confident speech boosted the morale of the Qianzhou monks on the boat, and they all cheered and congratulated him.

Tie Xiaoyan's face was also red, but unlike the others who complimented Hua Youquan, Tie Xiaoyan expressed her gratitude to Li Yanmo in a delicate voice, with an indescribable ambiguity flashing in her beautiful eyes, which made Li Yanmo's scalp tingle, and he retreated on the spot on the grounds of unstable breathing.

After returning to the bedroom, Li Yanmo wanted to have a good rest, but before he lay down, the door was knocked again. When he opened it, he saw Song Yun, Zhao Bin and others standing outside.

"..."

Li Yanmo sighed helplessly and opened the door to let Song Yun, Zhao Bin and others in.

Amidst one rude cry after another, Li Yanmo's originally spacious bedroom was suddenly filled with burly men. Li Yanmo, whose face had been deformed by arms thicker than his thighs, twitched his mouth slightly.

"...Everyone, do you think it's too crowded?"

"Ah—excuse me."

Song Yun suddenly realized, raised his hands and clapped them together, and all the cultivators shrank on the spot, and in a blink of an eye they were only the size of a thumb.

Looking at the muscular monk flying around like an elf, Li Yanmo forced himself to accept this scene and asked numbly, "So the barbarian heritage that Elder Hua mentioned...could it be that it was also created by the Dayu Dynasty?"

"That's not the case. There really are barbarians in this world, and there are indeed barbarian totems. The Dayu Dynasty respected history and culture," Song Yun said, hands on his hips. "Barbarian totems can indeed give power to the user, but they are completely different from the tattoo magic weapons drawn by tattoo artists. I'm afraid that the monster totem has been tampered with by someone."

"Hua Youquan knew about the auction of the monster totem in Jingzhou during the Qianzhou competition. I'm afraid someone did it on purpose."

"We'll investigate further later."

Seeing the Dayu monks in front of him discussing with each other, Li Yanmo couldn't help but complain, "Can't we intervene directly as the Dayu Dynasty?"

"This... this is a long story. Hua Youquan's talent is mediocre, and his level as a tattoo artist is also third-rate. It's impossible for someone or some organization to deliberately induce him. Therefore, Hua Youquan must be a chess piece, or even a casual move. If the Great Yu Dynasty intervenes, the other party will definitely hide in the dark, making it even more difficult to find him."

Li Yanmo suddenly realized and felt that he was indeed lacking in consideration. When he was about to ask further questions, the door was knocked again. Those muscular monks who were flying around like thumb elves immediately hid behind Li Yanmo with a whoosh, sticking to Li Yanmo's clothes on his back like flies.

"Mr. Li, excuse me for interrupting—"

Without waiting for Li Yanmo to answer, Tie Xiaoyan pushed the door open and walked in.

(End of this chapter)