The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Although Mo Mo knew that the black cloaked man was testing her gradually in order to get her closer to Zhao Wenting, the black cloaked man did not take the initiative to discuss cooperation with her, so Mo Mo decided not to ask and wait for the opportunity.

On the eve of the big competition, the emotions of freshmen are often complex and contradictory, with both high morale and passion, as well as irrepressible tension.

That evening, the examiners transferred from the headquarters also came out one after another, and the freshmen looked at them secretly with awe and curiosity. Among them was Zhao Wenting.

Still in a dream.

The moonlight sprinkled on the stone table. A man in a black cloak and wearing a mask was sitting in front of the stone table. Through the mask, Mo Mo could see the calmness of a man who had experienced many hardships in his eyes.

Unlike his usual coldness and aloofness, tonight, from his eyes, Mo Mo seemed to feel that he had something to say to her.

[Could it be... that negotiations are about to begin? ]

"Please sit down." The man reached out and poured Mo Mo a glass of wine he brought with him, motioning Mo Mo to sit down.

[It seems so.] Mo Mo's answer was confirmed, and she sat down in silence.

The man's voice was deep and powerful as he recounted the ancient legends that Mo Mo had seen in books, and then told two family stories that Mo Mo had never heard of. His voice was full of vicissitudes, and every word was filled with the sedimentation of history.

Mo Mo listened attentively, thinking inwardly:

[Is he telling me all this to pave the way for cooperation? The past events between the two families he described seemed like his own personal experiences. Who could he be?]

……

Along with the quiet night, there is a faint aroma of wine lingering in the air.

The man finished his story and finally admitted everything:

"Yes, I gave you the ability to see other people's life stories. But you are a spirit beast and have a blood relationship with the Yan family. These are your own destiny. As for your ability to be reborn, I have already told you last time."

"Then do I have the right to refuse the cooperation you mentioned?" Mo Mo asked tentatively.

"No," the man said in a cold voice, "If you refuse, the system will send you to another parallel universe, where you will no longer be Mo Mo. You will turn back into that unloved spirit beast, and the system will let you live your life according to your choice."

"So...if I agree to cooperate with you, I want to know whether this is your personal intention or the system's intention. If it is your personal intention, then what is your purpose? After all, Zhao Wenting is my savior, and you also know that he has a special identity. I can't become the sinner of the whole world, right..."

Mo Mo asked the question even though he already knew the answer. This was certainly not the system's intention. It was just to get information from the man in the black cloak.

"I need you to help him take over and become the next supreme authority in the Supernatural Bureau."

"He is now recognized..." Mo Mo didn't quite understand what he meant, and then suddenly thought of something: "Wait, you mean someone will harm him?"

The man nodded, and in order to make Mo Mo completely trust him, he added: "Don't worry, I will never hurt him."

"Then how can I believe you? What is the relationship between you and him?" Mo Mo still maintained a vigilant attitude.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. You don't have much time to make a decision. I'll be waiting for your reply the night after the competition."

After saying that, the man stood up and was about to leave.

The night after the competition, isn’t that the night after tomorrow?

[MD, you threaten me all the time. I just want to live a good life. Why is it so difficult? ]

"Wait, I agree, of course I agree!" Mo Mo grabbed the man's black cloak and said anxiously.

**

At the competition site, every freshman entered the venue wearing the distributed uniform and had their own identity badge affixed to them.

The air was filled with tension, and every contestant's eyes revealed determination and resolve. They knew that this would be a contest of honor and strength.

Each candidate has been matched with an opponent based on the results of the last monthly exam.

Mo Mo was absent during the last monthly exam, so her ranking dropped directly to last in the low-ability class.

There was a gentle breeze, and Mo Mo, who was standing on the field, had a steady breath.

"Hey! I know you were injured some time ago. If you admit defeat now, we don't have to fight, otherwise I will hurt you again later." The opponent standing opposite Mo Mo shouted at Mo Mo.

"No need, just use all your strength." Mo Mo immediately refused.

"Then I won't be polite." Mo Mo's opponent thought she was ungrateful.

A palm wind came at him at an extremely fast speed, and Mo Mo dodged it at an extremely fast speed; before the opponent could find Mo Mo's disappearing trace, a powerful force attacked him from behind.

"Puff!" The boy spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground motionless.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength well. I'll be more careful next time." Looking at the opponent lying on the ground, Mo Mo said a little embarrassedly. This was her first time fighting with someone. Would she kill someone on her first try? That was unacceptable.

The examiners on the stage and the candidates watching below were all very shocked!

"Didn't they say she was already useless? Why doesn't it look like that? She was the top of the lower class, and she fell in just one move?"

"That's right. I heard that she didn't even have to go to class anymore and just stayed in the dormitory and slept every day."

"Have you been hiding your strength?"

……

After fighting again and again, even Mo Mo herself did not expect that she could actually make it to the final decisive battle.

The contestants in the grand competition are all winners selected through rounds of elimination matches during the competition, and the purpose of the Supernatural Bureau's freshman grand competition is to select good talents for training for the leaders of each branch of the Supernatural Bureau.

[Is this enough? As long as I don't get kicked out, it's fine.]

Mo Mo thought so in her heart. She felt that she had already made an exception to show up today and she couldn't steal the limelight from others anymore.

【It is easier to get things done if you keep a low profile. 】

Mo Mo even thought about how she would fall in the next match, and her opponent was Xian Qingzhou.

[Xian Qingzhou! How could it be this guy! Damn it, this guy is a well-known troublemaker in the training department, and he is not easy to mess with. Just now, his partner in the last match had three ribs broken.]

"I...is it too late for me to admit defeat now?" Mo Mo's voice sounded a little nervous as he looked at the boy opposite him with a high ponytail and a unique but super handsome hairstyle.

"Too late!" His gaze was as cold as ice in winter, freezing Mo Mo firmly in place.

[What should I do? I feel like my legs are weak from fear, and I can't even move. Is this guy some ultimate villain? How come he has a villain's aura? Damn it!]

"call out!"

A piece of talisman paper flew past my ear, accompanied by the sound of a sharp wind.

Mo Mo looked forward again and saw that the man had already come in front of him, with millions of icy thorns hanging behind him.

"Hmph!" Xian Qingzhou sneered and flew into the air. All the icy spikes hanging in the air pointing at him flew towards Mo Mo.

Mo Mo had no time to dodge and instinctively raised his hands to protect his head.

"Bang!" The powerful spiritual power shield shattered the rapidly flying icicles into pieces, leaving ice chips all over the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really a living devil meeting another living devil. I never thought that Mo Mo was actually a dark horse!"

"What's going on? Am I dreaming? That's Xian Qingzhou, who's in the top ten of the high-energy class."

"Mo Mo, you really didn't disappoint me."

Hearing the classmates' chattering, Liang Chuxin smiled.

He kept attacking and she kept defending. Every time a spell was released, it was accompanied by a huge energy fluctuation. The two figures shuttled across the competition stage. Each of their movements was full of power and speed. The tense atmosphere made the audience's heartbeats speed up.

"Mo Mo, stop hiding, attack him!"

"That's right, the spiritual power fluctuations of both of you are so strong, why are you still afraid of him?"

Finally, someone in the audience couldn't wait any longer and shouted at Mo Mo.

[But... I don't know any moves at all. ]

Mo Mo felt ashamed inside, wishing she had learned more earlier.

[Calm down, calm down, let me think about the mental methods and moves I have seen in the library before. ]

Mo Mo defended and dodged quickly. She didn't want to break her ribs or be bedridden for half a year. She was also thinking about the moves she had learned. Anything was fine as long as she could win. This guy didn't look tired at all and seemed like he would not give up until he defeated him.