The deflated cultivator refused to give up and vowed to turn the tables.

“That wicked Miss Mo is of course not Mo Mo. How could you… do you think Mo Mo is a bad woman who flirts with young men in the street? I suppose I… know Mo Mo,” said Young Master Mo.

"I don't know Mo Mo, nor do I understand her, so how would I know if she's good or bad? I just happened to hear that the woman in Menglong City also has the surname Mo, so I was just asking," Su Zinong said. "From what you've said, Mo Mo is a decent and good girl?"

"Of course!" Young Master Mo nodded.

"Oh, that's good. I'll see when I have the chance to meet you and see your beautiful face." Su Zinong was filled with longing, and his mouth almost watered.

“There is a chance,” said Young Master Mo. “Alas, why are we moving so slowly?”

"Wouldn't it be better to walk slower? The enemy could easily catch up. I'll let you win at least once. Otherwise, you'd feel bad washing my socks every day." Su Zinong smiled smugly.

"Don't be so smug, you won't be smug for long! I don't believe you can win three times out of three bets!" Young Master Mo said.

If he felt that he would lose again this time, he would not only blame Su Zinong, but also blame God.

"I should be proud when I should be. At least I won the first two times. If I'm not proud, it would be against the will of Heaven." Su Zinong was full of reason.

The two of them walked slowly for two days, and the enemy did not catch up. If they had been heading in the right direction, they could have been caught up even if they had just walked around, because Su Zinong and his companion were moving extremely slowly, like snails.

“Lost again…” Young Master Mo said dejectedly, “Quickly, bring me some socks.” He then forcibly ripped off Su Zinong’s socks.

"Maybe we shouldn't wash it!" Su Zinong felt a little reluctant.

"I insist on washing!" Young Master Mo said through gritted teeth.

Su Zinong smiled gently and said, "I didn't expect you to have this hobby of washing socks."

"Well then, tell me when they'll catch up?" Young Master Mo said.

"I guess it'll be one or two days... I advise you to stop gambling. I really don't want to lose with you... I can't bear to see you lose again, and I don't want you to wash socks!" Su Zinong said apologetically.

"If we can't bet on washing socks, we can bet on something else. Whoever loses has to treat the winner to a year's worth of meals, how about that?" Young Master Mo was really going all out.

"Wow, treating people to meals for a year, that must cost a lot of money. Are you going to come up with something this big?" Su Zinong exclaimed in surprise.

"It has to be big. If you don't want to go to a restaurant, you can cook it yourself. It won't cost much. If the enemy catches up within two days, you win!" Young Master Mo shouted, shaking his head.

"Fine, but don't regret it," Su Zinong said coldly.

Unsurprisingly, Su Zinong won, as the enemy caught up within a day.

Su Zinong then pulled Young Master Mo and ran as fast as they could up the mountain, circling around before finally escaping.

Young Master Mo seemed about to cry, tears welling up in his eyes but refusing to fall. "Why...why is Heaven helping you? Have you always been this lucky?"

"Can being constantly hunted be considered good luck? I'm just analyzing because I understand the enemy," Su Zinong said truthfully.

"Then tell me what you think. If what you say makes sense, I'll accept it!" Young Master Mo said indignantly.

“First of all, those men in white are from White Cloud Fortress. They practice a very special skill called Divine Scent Technique, which allows them to track people’s scents like hunting dogs. So when we escaped the first time, I said they could catch up within a day or two, because those people had already smelled our scents, making it relatively easy for them to track us. That’s why you lost the first time.”

"You're wrong to think they'll find us within two days the second time. Do you remember I bought a big bag of strong-smelling spices at the spice shop? That would affect the enemy's tracking and mask our original scent. So the enemy wouldn't catch up with us immediately. That's why you lost the second time too."

"The third time you guessed the enemy would catch up with us within two days. But I had already hung that bag of spices on a carriage and asked the driver if they were going to another city, and they were leaving in the morning. That city is a day's journey away, so it would take two days to go round trip. If the enemy followed the carriage, it would take them almost two days to go round trip, and they would have to catch up with us again, so it would be difficult for them to catch up within two days. That's why you lost the third time."

"On the fourth time, we walked slowly for two days. The enemy had followed the carriage back to the original place. If they came to chase us again, they would definitely not stop. So I said they would catch up with us in one or two days. In the end, I won and you lost."

"Ah, so that's how it is. Everything is under your control, so no matter how much I gamble, I still lose. That's not fair!" Young Master Mo shouted.

“There’s nothing unfair about it. You got to choose and guess first in the last three rounds,” Su Zinong said, offering a plausible explanation.

“Sigh, you’re right.” Young Master Mo seemed to admit defeat. “But we can’t keep running away like this.”

“I do have a solution,” Su Zinong said calmly.

The next morning, Su Zinong bought some medicinal herbs at a pharmacy in the small town at the foot of the mountain and brewed them in advance, which the two of them drank.

Who knew that the enemy would arrive in just over an hour?

Su Zinong had already planned the route, weaving left and right, and finally entered a misty valley.

He took out a mask that had been soaked in medicine and handed it to Young Master Mo, then put one on himself as well.

"Breathe a little slower, the mask has medicine on it and it's hard to breathe. We just need to hold out here for an hour or two," Su Zinong explained.

This is the Valley of Miasma, where the poisonous fog and miasma are extremely potent.

Even though they had taken medication beforehand and wore gas masks, the two still felt slightly dizzy and lightheaded in the valley.

But the eight men in white were different; they weren't just dizzy and lightheaded, they collapsed to the ground.

Su Zinong saw them lying on the ground and waited for a full quarter of an hour until they couldn't get up before going over and killing all seven of them with a few swift blows.

It turned out that the two men, one fat and one thin, were also in Baiyun Fort. They recognized Su Zinong because they had seen him on the day the fire was set.

The remaining white-clad man was a mid-stage five-star cultivator. Su Zinong walked over and said, "Didn't the entire fortress swear to kill Su Zinong? Let's see if you kill me or I kill you."

The man closed his eyes and waited to die, without saying a word.

“An old immortal once told me that to be a good person, one must also have ruthless methods. You have chased me for nearly a thousand miles, I cannot let you die so easily.” Su Zinong said calmly, placing his hand on the white-robed man’s crown and circulating his internal energy to absorb his true qi.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Su Zinong absorbed all the white-robed man's true energy into his body, and then easily finished him off with a palm strike.

"I've heard others say that Su Zinong can absorb people's true energy, and I thought it was just a frame-up by those prestigious sects. It turns out you really can!" Young Master Mo said.

"What, are you scared?" Su Zinong asked, exhaling as he finished his practice.

"Don't worry, if you wanted to absorb my true energy, you would have done so when I was poisoned by the cold. We've been so close these past few days, if you wanted to ambush me, I wouldn't be able to defend myself," Young Master Mo said, shaking his head.

"I won't absorb your cold poison. Does absorbing your cold poison mean absorbing it into my body as well? I haven't specifically studied it. It's just that one day, Young Master Zhao from Qingshan forcibly injected his true energy into my body to torment me. I had no choice but to use my internal energy to guide the true energy that was desperately surging into my body. Later, I discovered that I could absorb people's true energy..." Su Zinong still felt lingering fear when he recalled it.

"So it was discovered by accident! That Young Master Zhao deserves to die," Young Master Mo said bitterly.

Su Zinong said, "Many prestigious sects aren't as good as the rumors say. Come on! I'll take you somewhere to wash up together..."