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

Chapter 141 The Remnants of the Fierce Emperor
Hong Muer rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "Friend Li, you've already accepted the money, so isn't it time you share your intelligence? Don't use the excuse of just trying it out to evade us."

"Trying is just one of the reasons. The other thing is that there is indeed something wrong with Mr. Zhuge," Li Yanmo put away the ticket book and explained helplessly.

"Oh? Tell me."

"It's really strange that such a rotten person is still alive."

Hong Muer was speechless for a moment.

"The Zhuge family's legacy has been broken for over a hundred years, and only three members remain. To put it bluntly, they are worthless. Considering Zhuge Liumu's demeanor, it's strange that he's still alive. Therefore, someone must be secretly protecting the Zhuge family."

Hong Muer and Feng Ling nodded at the same time.

"Aside from the Zhuge family's secrets and magical weapons, the only remaining value of the Zhuge family is the Fierce Emperor's Tomb. I suspect that even though the inheritance of the secrets and magical weapons has been lost, the method to open the Fierce Emperor's Tomb must have been passed down in some way."

"So there are some people who don't want the Zhuge family to disappear, and have been secretly protecting the Zhuge family."

"The tomb of Emperor Lie contains too many secrets that are detrimental to the Yu Dynasty. If the Yu Dynasty knew that the Zhuge family not only knew the location of the tomb but also knew how to open it, they would absolutely not allow the Zhuge family to continue to exist."

"Although the Zhuge family is in such a miserable state, they are still famous. This shows that the Dayu Dynasty no longer considers the Zhuge family a threat. It is better to believe it than not to believe it. How could the Dayu Dynasty leave the Zhuge family alone..."

Li Yanmo pinched his chin, a gleam in his eyes.

"I'm afraid there are many remnants of the Fierce Emperor hidden within the Dayu Dynasty!"

A strange light appeared in Hong Muer's eyes.

At first she looked down on Li Yanmo because of his cultivation level, but after listening to Li Yanmo's analysis, Hong Muer changed her opinion of Li Yanmo.

Feng Ling muttered to himself, "It seems the rumors are true. Emperor Lie had already planted the seeds in the Dayu Dynasty before he was removed from office."

Seeing that Hong Muer and Feng Ling believed it, Li Yanmo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The remnants of the Fierce Emperor were naturally just nonsense he made up.

When he first saw Zhuge Liumu, he just had a vague feeling.

The Dayu Dynasty, though abstract, was nonetheless a legitimate dynasty. Nanyang City Governor Du Shen was a mastermind in both the underworld and the corrupt, strictly enforcing taxes. Zhuge Liumu, with his poor appearance, should have been sent to the Ministry of Works by Dayu long ago.

When he met Feng Ling for the first time and heard Feng Ling say that the tomb of Emperor Lie contained evidence that could prove the innocence of the super sect, Li Yanmo already understood the whole story.

The dead cannot lie.

Someone who rebelled against the dynasty and was expelled from the dynasty would never lie! Even if they rebelled against the dynasty, they still framed someone else. What was their intention?

Li Yanmo was in a complicated mood.

He could already imagine the scene where the tomb of Emperor Lie was opened and all the truth was revealed to the world.

After Feng Ling digested the information, he asked seriously, "Fellow Daoist Li, what are you going to do next?"

"Zhuge Liumu is obviously afraid that we will continue to smash the spirit stones. Anyway, keep smashing until he can't bear it anymore and begs for mercy."

If it were a first-rate sect, they might think that Li Yanmo was talking nonsense, but for a wealthy super sect, if they could solve the problem by smashing spirit stones, they would keep smashing them.

"Okay—take it. There are three billion low-grade spirit stones in here. Smash them first—"

Hong Muer took off a storage bag on the spot and threw it to Li Yanmo.

Li Yanmo suddenly felt that the situation was getting awkward. "Fellow Daoist Hong, I could have gone to the bank to get reimbursed..."

"Before, it was your own action, but now it's our cooperation," Hong Muer crossed her arms, "We pay the money, and you do the work, that's all."

"This……"

"The rest will be your reward."

Extra money?! "Ahem—then I'll respectfully obey," Li Yanmo coughed and hid the storage bag in his arms. "Fellow Daoist Feng, please take me back."

"it is good--"

Feng Ling nodded, stretched out his hand and pressed it. After another dizzying moment, Li Yanmo returned to Nanyang City.

"Fellow Daoist Li, once we find the method to open the Fierce Emperor's Tomb, if you agree, we can help you get rid of those two fellow disciples and take you into the tomb to make merit for our sect."

After leaving a few words, Feng Ling disappeared.

Li Yanmo scratched his head, glanced at the thatched house of the Zhuge family, and was about to leave when a clear and ethereal voice rang out.

"Are you the foolish young master whose father cheated you out of a lot of spirit stones?"

Li Yanmo looked in the direction of the voice. Standing in front of the thatched hut was a girl, wearing simple clothes and carrying a basket on her back. She looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very pretty, but her eyes were particularly eye-catching. They were ethereal, wise, yet glimmered with a cunning that suited her age.

"Hmm—could this be the eldest daughter of the Zhuge family? What's your name, Miss?"

"My name is Zhuge Mo'er. I'm not some young lady, just a debtor for more than ten generations." Zhuge Mo'er opened the door and said, "Mr. Li, my father said that you are a rare and precious sheep in our family. We can't treat you unfairly. Come in and have a seat."

Li Yanmo looked strange, but still nodded and followed Zhuge Moer into the thatched hut.

At the corner, Du Shen closed the account book in his hand, frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

At Zhuge Moer's hospitality, Li Yanmo sat on a small stool. Zhuge Moer hummed softly and poured a cup of cold tea for Li Yanmo.

"Father went to the casino and won't be back until he's lost all his money. Master Li, you gave him a lot of spirit stones this time, so I'm afraid he'll be losing money for several days. If you still want to see him after three days, it's better to go to the casino."

"It's all right, it's all right—I can wait at the door."

Li Yanmo smiled, picked up the tea and took a sip. He raised his head and was about to continue speaking, but Zhuge Moer had already bent down, and his ethereal eyes were almost in front of Li Yanmo's eyes.

Before Li Yanmo could figure out the situation, Zhuge Moer had already straightened up while muttering.

"He doesn't look like a fool."

Li Yanmo shook the cold tea in his cup and said, "I've already said that I really want to invite the Zhuge family to come to Qianzhou and take charge of the weapon refining of my sect."

"Um—are you from the Qingshan Sect?"

"Yes and no."

"What's the name of your sect?"

"..."

"Miss Zhuge, since you have no intention of coming to my sect, why bother knowing so many unnecessary things," Li Yanmo glanced away and drank tea in sips.

"It's also..."

Zhuge Moer scratched his head, squatted in front of the basket, and began to pick the bamboo shoots in the basket.

"Father can't even refine weapons, let alone mechanical devices. Mother is even more clumsy, breaking everything she touches."

"Oh~ It sounds really bad," Li Yanmo nodded, not surprised by the answer.

"So, I know the Zhuge mechanism magic weapon method."

Zhuge Moer raised his finger and shook it left and right.

"And it's a complete mechanism magic weapon technique—"

Li Yanmo paused in shaking the cup.

(End of this chapter)