Steady Mortal Path: Starting from Obtaining the Golden Core Inheritance

Qingshanfang City.

Fifty miles to the north, there is a low hill.

Seven or eight figures, in a chaotic mix, surrounded the man and woman.

The two looked slightly angry and helpless, leaning against each other in despair, their bodies trembling.

The burly men around them revealed their ferocious nature, their eyes greedily fixed on the two seemingly innocent young men, as if they were lambs to the slaughter.

"Shameless! We have already handed over the storage bag, yet you still refuse to leave. Such a double-dealing behavior—are you deliberately trying to oppose the Mo family of Qingshan Market?"

The besieged woman gritted her teeth, a look of despair on her pretty face.

"Second sister, don't be afraid of them. At worst, we'll fight them to the death and take a few down with us!"

The trapped boy shouted loudly, seemingly trying to bolster his courage.

However, due to extreme fright, his voice cracked and he lacked breath.

"Heh heh, the Mo family of Qingshan Market, how arrogant you are. Don't you even know the current situation? You dare to threaten us with your family name? We'll cut your tongue out later and see what your Mo family can do to us!"

Among the group, the leader, a burly man in black robes at the peak of Qi Condensation, spoke in a cruel tone.

"This Miss Mo is quite nice. Let's take her back for the Second Master to play with for a few days. After a year or two, when he gets tired of her, we can take her to another place and sell her. She'll probably be worth quite a few spirit stones."

Beside him, a thin man with shrewd eyes smiled maliciously.

Soon, seven or eight people rushed forward and used various means to surround and attack them.

"Little brother, your second sister is holding these people off for now. You must take this opportunity to escape. With your spiritual root talent, your future achievements are limitless. Before you can lead the family to glory, you must not die here."

The woman spoke with a resolute air, and for a moment she overcame her fear.

However, the siblings had already handed over their storage bags to these cultivators, so in their haste, they could only resort to magic to deal with the situation.

Just then, a flying boat streaked across the sky.

It had already flown dozens of feet away, but then it abruptly turned back midway and hovered above everyone.

This scene caused everyone present to pause in their actions and look up.

A unique spiritual pressure, belonging to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, spread out, causing everyone's expressions to change in surprise.

A glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of the besieged siblings.

"Senior, we are members of the Mo family from Qingshan Market. We encountered these shameless robbers on the road. We beg your help, and our Mo family will reward you handsomely later."

The woman below used her magic to maintain a protective shield around her while anxiously calling for help from above.

Under everyone's gaze, a fierce-looking thug poked his head out from the flying boat artifact.

"Sorry, you two are celebrating too soon. I'm a Tribulation Cultivator too!"

The scoundrel leaped off the magical flying boat, completely unperturbed.

'boom! ’

The next moment, the thug landed steadily on the ground like a cannonball.

The surface of the mountain below was cracked in layers, like a spider web.

He then calmly surveyed the crowd around him.

This person was none other than Lin Changsheng, who had left the Changchun Peak Dojo, disguised himself, and shrunk his bones to come here.

He noticed the situation below from a great distance and had no intention of intervening.

But after hearing the woman claim to be a member of the "Mo family" in Qingshanfang, he changed his mind.

"It's quite a coincidence. We've always had a rule that when we meet someone in the same industry, we split the spoils. You kids should hand over half of what you've got."

As soon as he landed, Lin Changsheng, disguised as a villain, cheerfully reached out to the leader and demanded the money.

“This senior looks unfamiliar and doesn’t seem to be a local cultivator. We are all subordinates of ‘Little Tyrant’ Li Hu. Please do us a favor.”

Upon hearing this, the shrewd-looking man beside him immediately introduced himself.

Before he could finish speaking, the thug suddenly raised his hand and slapped the shrewd man, sending him flying more than two zhang away.

A breathtakingly vigorous surge of energy erupted forth.

"Speaking too much is asking for a beating. We don't know any Li Hu or Li Mao."

After doing all this, Lin Changsheng withdrew his qi and blood, his aura returning to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Senior, you have acted without cause. This matter may damage your reputation as a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Seeing the thug in front of him attack without warning, the leader was both shocked and frightened, and said with a grim expression.

"Hehe, I'm not good with words when it comes to reasoning, I just like to hit people. The rules are only explained once, and if you insist on breaking them, then things will get complicated."

Lin Changsheng said casually.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The trapped siblings also wore pained expressions and dared not even breathe loudly.

They initially thought he was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator passing by and were hoping he would come to their rescue.

Who knew they would attract a Foundation Establishment cultivator? It's anyone's guess how they'll be dealt with later.

The siblings were filled with sorrow.

"Alright, since these are the senior's rules, we juniors will naturally follow them."

The man in the lead took a deep breath and handed over a storage bag.

To everyone's surprise, after accepting the storage bag, the thug showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he cheerfully continued, "We should split the money properly when we meet, but since we fought earlier, the price is different now."

"Consider this transaction as a way for us juniors to show our respect to our seniors."

Upon hearing this, the leading man realized that the Foundation Establishment stage villain in front of him was completely unreasonable and capricious, so his expression became respectful instead.

They prayed that after the other party accepted the storage bag, they would be able to leave safely.

"Yeah, remember my face. I'm Zhang Meng. If you see me in this area in the future, don't break the rules."

Holding the storage bags of the two Mo siblings, Lin Changsheng waved with a satisfied expression.

The seven or eight cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to help the man who had been knocked away, then hastily retreated.

The leader gave the thug behind him a deep look and memorized the name 'Zhang Meng'.

"You two little kids, we said before that if we saved you, the Mo family would thank us. I wonder how they would thank us? If the thanks are too light, we won't do this thankless task."

Lin Changsheng put the storage bag away in front of the siblings, showing no intention of returning it.

“This… I am Mo Qingwu, the second young lady of the Mo family, and this is my cousin, Mo Yong. As long as you are willing to contact the Mo family, my elders will definitely offer you a deal that will satisfy you.”

The woman was slightly taken aback, but after realizing what she meant, she exclaimed with delight.

"Well, we don't know any members of the Mo family. Why don't one of you go home to inform your elders and bring them to us for a welcoming ceremony? Just don't forget the promised gift."

The thug made the suggestion seemingly casually.

"Why don't we send my cousin to inform the elders that I am willing to wait here with you?"

Seeing that the thug in front of her didn't seem as difficult to talk to as he looked, Mo Qingwu glanced at her cousin Mo Yong beside her with her clear eyes and spoke softly.

"You, the little girl, can go back. The little boy can stay."

Lin Changsheng glanced at the two of them, casually pointed, and spoke in an unquestionable tone.