Creation Color Master

Ren Woxing has been gone for a day. After a day of rest and conditioning, Tian Wuyou can resume his daily activities.

As long as you don’t use the spiritual power in your body, the cold poison will not get out of control in a short time.

In front of the house, Tian Wuyou was basking in the sun with a very comfortable look on his face. It was really comfortable to be able to stay in such a suitable temperature and beautiful environment in winter.

As a cultivator of the third realm of thieves, he had been to the mansions of princes, nobles, top wealthy businessmen, and others, but only Chu Mo's theater gave him a feeling of being out of touch with the world.

Chu Mo looked at the raccoon lazily lying on the stone slab, the rare native chicken strolling around in the garden, and the golden-winged eagle that had grown in size again. He couldn't help but smile knowingly and tasted a plate of pastries on the table.

Chu Mo, who was enjoying the delicious food, suddenly paused, then picked up a new teacup and poured a cup of tea.

"You are so free, kid. I have been running all the way for you without stopping for a moment."

The voice of a ghost sounded in the garden, and then a shadow on the ground gradually stood up and turned into the appearance of a ghost.

Then he naturally picked up the tea prepared by Chu Mo on the table and took a sip.

Tian Wuyou, who was lying on the armchair nearby, heard the voice and was horrified. Someone could actually avoid his perception and come here. He immediately stood up and became alert.

The ghost also noticed Tian Wuyou, but only glanced at him.

Chu Mo smiled and placed the teacup in front of the ghost, saying, "Boss, I was scared to death when the Frost Eagle Tribe came to visit me these past two days. Now that we have finally solved the problem, why don't you let them take a break?"

The ghost seemed to have gotten used to Chu Mo's dark nature and said, "Stop talking nonsense. You are really brave now. You know if you don't handle this kind of thing well, it will be a war between the two countries. Some civil servants in the court will criticize you again, which will really cause trouble."

Tian Wuyou on the side suddenly felt offended, and his face was gloomy. His sect had paid so much, and now there were only a few people left, just to vent their anger by attacking Gu Man, but now in the eyes of those officials, he was actually said to be the culprit who provoked the war between the two countries.

The more Tian Wuyou thought about it, the more disheartened he felt. A group of corrupt scholars who only knew how to stay in the court and discuss scriptures had no idea about the sufferings of the common people.

Gu Man was originally a great enemy of the Xiayang Dynasty. He stood on the land of Xiayang and defied the laws of his own country. In Tian Wuyou's opinion, he deserved to die.

Chu Mo and Gui Tiao chatted for a few words, and suddenly Guiying looked at Tian Wuyou, who was fidgeting, with a pair of sharp eyes, without saying much.

But Tian Wuyou understood everything from the ghost's cold eyes. It was a warning, as if blaming him for bringing trouble here.

The ghost conveyed to Chu Mo everything the emperor said.

Then, before Chu Mo could react, a figure flashed and came directly to Tian Wuyou's recliner.

"Little old man, you seem to be enjoying yourself after causing such a big mess. You didn't even give me an explanation. Don't you think too highly of me?"

Tian Wuyou slowly opened his eyes and said, "Hello, Lord Ghost Shadow. I have heard of your great reputation. This matter was indeed due to my inconsiderateness. Not only did it cause the lives of many people in the sect to lose their lives, but it also brought trouble to the dynasty. I am willing to take all the responsibilities."

The ghost said, "Humph, this is someone in the palace who appreciates Chu Mo and said that nothing will be pursued anymore. You are just taking advantage of it. And you must keep this matter to yourself forever, otherwise you should know the consequences."

Tian Wuyou nodded and said, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. In order to live up to your grace, I am willing to present the stolen Tiangang Spiritual Weapon to Your Majesty. Please pass it on to me, Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he took out a longbow from his storage bag.

Tian Wuyou has reached the third realm of cultivation, so how could he not know about this secret guard king who has spies throughout the entire dynasty? Not only is his cultivation profound, but his methods are also ruthless. And judging from the attitudes of the emperor and this man, Chu Mo's identity is probably not simple.

So he took the initiative to hand over the harvest without waiting for the ghost to take the initiative to make it clear.

The ghost looked at the beautiful and elegant crystal blue bow. The ten Tiangang restrictions on it seemed to have life, flowing slowly on the bow.

With the appearance of Changgong, one could immediately feel the temperature in the theater plummeting.

Looking at the Tiangang Spiritual Weapon quietly placed in front of him, the ghost couldn't help but nodded. Such a spiritual weapon was in no way inferior to the Xiayang Dynasty's national spiritual weapon that guarded the dynasty.

It seems that the Cold Eagle Tribe is a formidable opponent, and they actually hide such a deadly weapon.

Gently stroking the bow, a layer of ghost laws condensed on the ghost's hand, dispelling the endless chill coming from it.

The ghost said to Chu Mo, "Brother, the emperor has ordered that this Tiangang Spirit Weapon be awarded to General Lin Mingwei as a compensation for his efforts. You should keep it first and give it to him when he comes back."

Chu Mo was also happy for Lin Mingwei, as he did not expect that he could receive such a reward.

After finishing his work and chatting with Chu Mo, the busy ghost left.

Chu Mo summarized the emperor's order, which was that the matter would not be pursued any further. If the ancient barbarians did not pursue it either, then everyone would be happy. If they did pursue it and sent troops to attack, then we would support them and have a great fight with them.

No matter whether it was the thieves' sect causing trouble or Chu Mo privately killing people from the Cold Eagle tribe, no one could mention this matter again, which directly silenced the gossips in the court.

After discussions among many tribes, the Ancient Barbarian Dynasty decided not to resort to war and continue to recuperate. As for the matter of the spiritual soldiers protecting the tribe, that was a private matter between the Ancient Barbarian Cold Eagle Tribe and the Xiayang Thieves Sect, and they would not get involved.

The chief of the Frost Eagle Tribe, an old man holding a cane and with a giant eagle on his shoulder, walked on the barren grassland with an angry look on his face. He said in a deep voice: "The Hurricane Tribe is really despicable. Since ancient times, the grassland tribes have always stood together in dealing with foreign tribes. My tribe's spiritual soldiers who protect the tribe have been lost, and they actually add insult to injury."

A child with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes looked at the old man with deep eyes and said, "Grandpa, what about our Frost Eagle tribe? Is it possible that the spiritual soldiers protecting the tribe can't be found?"

Hearing this, the old man stroked the child's head with a gentle look in his eyes and said, "No, Sarxi, everyone in our tribe is a fearless warrior. Grandpa has already sent people to look for them, and the spiritual soldiers who protect the tribe will definitely be found."

"Then Grandpa, when Xi'er grows up, she will help Grandpa find it, okay?"

The old man stroked his short beard and said, "Haha, great. Grandpa looks forward to the day when you can prove it."

The cold wind on the grassland seemed even more violent. The grandfather and grandson, accompanied by a group of guards, stood there quietly for a long time.

In the theater, a secret guard bowed respectfully and said, "I am Li Wei, the subordinate, to see the commander. Someone has received news about the Red Flame Lotus. More than ten years ago, someone got one in the Giant Spirit Forest. It was said that it was picked by accident in a magical Fire Cloud Cave."

Chu Mo's mind moved when he heard this, and he asked softly: "Is the news true and accurate?"

Li Wei said respectfully, "Don't worry, sir. This man is a city lord in Shangyong County. He also showed it to the public at a gathering. The only thing he is not sure of is the location of the Fire Cloud Crypt. Even he has forgotten it."

Chu Mo nodded. Now that he had found clues about the Scarlet Flame Lotus, he would let Lin Mingwei accompany him to the Giant Forest tomorrow without further delay.