After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

By the time Ming Qing noticed, the person had already flown several meters away, with only a pair of black wings coming into his view.

"He, he, he has wings."

Ignoring the man's surprised words, Ming Qing helplessly rubbed her forehead. "Mo Shitian, your cub is really not surprising at all."

He tiptoed and jumped up, floating in mid-air, disappearing from Jian Xiaoling's sight in the blink of an eye.

The man stared wide-eyed as two little creatures flew away before his eyes. What was their background?

"Wait for me"

Jian Xiaoling got stuck between the branches and could only struggle. She eventually fell to the ground and, without even cleaning her clothes, hurriedly chased after him.

Upon learning the other party's identity, Mo Junlin clenched his fists, realizing that the sect leader had been hiding other things from him.

"If you are willing to work with me to make the Divine Sword Sect flourish, perhaps I can spare your life out of respect for Wan Jiansheng's last disciple."

"The Divine Sword Sect is already the number one sword sect."

"That's not enough. Why should we submit to the Dragon Clan? The Demon Clan's Mo Shitian was able to emerge from the Wilderness. They've lived for so long. Our Divine Sword Sect should be like them."

After saying this, the old man laughed wildly, "I have lived for thousands of years, which proves that I am right. Those who opposed me are all dead. This world should be ruled by me."

Until he smelled a scent and saw Mo Shan'an standing in front of him, he couldn't help but move closer to the alluring aroma.

Evil spirits require constant sustenance, and pure spiritual power is even rarer.

"Little one, are you also a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect?"

Mo Shan'an wrinkled his nose. It smelled awful, even worse than a dead rat.

"Do I look like one to you?"

"Heh, not very old, but quite the temper. Do you know who I am?"

How dare you speak to him in such a tone? You're such a greenhorn.

When Mo Junlin saw the evil spirit's excited expression after Mo Shan'an appeared, he knew what Mo Shan'an wanted to do.

"Go quickly"

"Heh, none of you are leaving here, especially this little guy."

Mo Shan'an's gaze fell on the bottle in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two people quietly approaching from behind. They gave him a look, signaling him to stall for time.

"Ahem, I am a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect who has not yet formally become an apprentice. I do not believe that old man Wan Jiansheng is qualified to make me kneel down. My master must be the most powerful person in the world."

As Mo Shan'an spoke, he also complained, shaking his head to indicate that the sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect was truly disappointing.

Sure enough, these words drew the other person's attention to him.

"Wan Jiansheng is indecisive and truly unfit to be the leader of the Divine Sword Sect. I am different. If you are willing, how about becoming my disciple?"

Mo Shan'an looked hesitant, placing all his praise on the old man in front of him.

"When I was a child, I heard my father say that the first sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect, Master Wan, was a very capable person. He was able to do anything, from going up to heaven to going down to earth. He was a role model for the world. It's a pity that he died young."

Mo Junlin's worried expression vanished without a trace as a result of Mo Shan'an's exaggerated words and actions.

The man had an urge to flee the scene. If he remembered correctly, Master Wan was the longest-lived of all the sect leaders, passing away at over a hundred years old. How could he have died young?

The two men who had ambushed them nearly fell over after hearing the cub's words. At the same time, a thought popped into their minds: This kid can really make things up.

But the person involved was very receptive to this approach.

"Hahaha, that's right, little thing, you've really impressed me."

Master Wan preferred to raise the cub in front of him rather than eat it. Such pure spiritual energy could only be supplied continuously by keeping it by his side.

"Haha, not at all, it's a pity that Master Wan died long ago, otherwise I would really like to see his majestic figure."

Mo Shan'an almost vomited from talking so much. His eyes kept darting between the two people behind him, one big and one small. "Why the hell aren't you making a move yet? Do you know how much my conscience is hurting right now?!"

"........."

Mo Junlin fell completely silent, swallowing back the words he wanted to say several times. The bloodline of the demon race was truly incomprehensible.

"By the way, do you know who I am?"

The old man's words made Mo Shan'an's lips twitch. It was a good thing this wasn't modern times, otherwise this kind of dark history would be a high-definition, uncensored video in the future.

"My God, could you be Master Wan?"

Mo Shan'an, his voice strained, covered his mouth—no, his mask—and shouted out in a terrified voice.

"That's right, that's me."

Seeing this, Jian Xiaoling quickly grabbed Master Wan and roared, "Quick, I've caught him! You guys hurry up and do it!"

Mo Shan'an and Ming Qing wanted to take a look, so they jumped up and tried to snatch the bottle from his left hand.

"Why are you guys so slow? I'm almost dry from talking so much."

Mo Junlin saw the mess in front of him, picked up the sword that had fallen to the side, and tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, it was over.

The three were instantly bound by Master Wan. He pursed his lips, and the deep furrows between his brows were enough to trap a fly.

“I told you to hurry up, and now look, we’ve all been arrested.”

"Who told you to spout nonsense like 'died young'? This old man clearly died of old age. What you said is too unbelievable."

Ming Qing believed his ambush plan was flawless, and that it was definitely this little guy who had exposed it.

"You're blaming me? If you're so capable, then tell me. I'll go and ambush you from behind."

Jian Xiaoling was caught between the two of them, his head buzzing with the sound of their endless argument. He gave his senior brother a look that said, "Help me!"

"Enough, you bunch of fools! You think you can fool me with your little tricks?"

Master Wan held the small bottle, staring menacingly at the three people who had tried to ambush him, especially the little liar.

"I'll show you what hell on earth is like right now."

Master Wan released the black mist from the bottle, chanting incantations to manipulate them into draining the life essence from his dead disciples and those who were still unconscious.

"Hahaha, just give me a little more time, and they will all obey me."

Mo Junlin's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his sword and slashed at him, angrily questioning, "They are all disciples of the Divine Sword Sect. How could you treat them like this?"

"So what? If I want, all the people in the world will become my disciples. What does it matter if a few disciples die now?"

After the old man finished speaking, he broke the man's sword with one hand, then threw him to the ground, stepped on his head, and said, "Watch carefully how I kill the three of them one by one, especially this delicious little thing."

Ming Qing looked up at the sky, a mysterious smile appearing on his lips. "You really are late. If you were any later, I wouldn't have left you any time."

"I'd like to know how a broken undead could kill my bloodline. That's something to look forward to."

Mo Shitian descended from the sky, landing behind Master Wan, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the old man.

Do you need me to teach you how to do it?

With a gentle wave of his sleeve, the black mist filling the sky gradually stopped, as if time had stood still, remaining motionless even as the wind blew by.