Mortals: The Daily Life of Hidden Moon Sect

When the yellow-haired old man saw this scene, his eyes flashed with brilliance and his gaze was fixed on the green light that was rushing towards him.

However, the green light was too dazzling, and only the outlines of two figures, one tall and one short, could be vaguely made out.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard above the mountain.

Then, the green light suddenly stopped, and green lightning instantly appeared above the heads of many monks, and the escaping light gradually dissipated.

A young man in a green robe and a cute girl about thirteen or fourteen years old appeared.

This young man is none other than Lin Mo, who mysteriously disappeared after the Wanbao Conference and has not returned for several years.

As for that girl, she was naturally Bai Guoer who possessed an ice marrow body.

She has been accepted as a registered disciple by Lin Mo. In order to suppress the cold poison in her body, she must rely on Lin Mo's magic power to maintain her life within a hundred years.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he has always been by Lin Mo's side all these years.

When the practitioners from the Gu family saw the figure emerging in the air, they immediately caused a commotion and chaos.

The surface of many people's bodies were flickering with spiritual light, their eyes were full of vigilance and alertness, and they stared at Lin Mo closely.

"Fellow Daoist Xiaofeng, I encountered some minor troubles on the way and was delayed a little. It was really rude of me to make you wait for a long time."

Lin Mo looked at the ground and spotted the fair-skinned, mature young woman at a glance. He then smiled and greeted her gracefully.

Then, his body shook slightly, and a layer of light blue haze emerged on his skin, instantly enveloping Bai Guoer.

Then in an instant, he was standing steadily not far from the young woman.

"No, it's just that we arrived too early. On behalf of the Gu family, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you for coming as scheduled."

"This is Elder Xiao from my Gu family. This time, the True Spirit Ceremony will be led by the two of us."

The young woman showed joy on her face and quickly introduced the yellow-haired old man next to her to Lin Mo.

"It turned out to be Elder Xiao!"

Lin Mo saw that the other party's cultivation was no less than that of Fairy Xiaofeng, the helmsman of the Gu family, so he did not dare to look down on her and just nodded politely.

"How dare I? I have heard of Senior Lin's reputation several years ago."

"This time, for the affairs of the Gu family, Senior is able to come here in person. I feel extremely relieved."

Although the yellow-haired old man still had some doubts about Lin Mo's strength, when he faced Lin Mo, he behaved very respectfully and did not show any neglect.

At this time, many practitioners of the Gu family also realized that Lin Mo was the important helper they were waiting for.

However, everyone was surprised and curious about his youth, and they all started talking about him in low voices.

"You two fellow Taoists, there is no need to be so polite. The reason why I am willing to make this trip is actually just to reach a mutually beneficial agreement with the Gu family."

"However, your family's Grand Elder, Fairy Tianli, does not seem to be here. This is obviously inconsistent with what Daoist Fellow Xiaofeng said before."

"Could it be that Brother Tianli has already left?"

Lin Mo glanced at the other Gu family practitioners, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion.

"Why do you say that? I'm afraid that Grand Elder Tianli will not be able to represent the Gu family in this True Spirit Ceremony."

Upon hearing the news, the fair-skinned young woman showed a look of embarrassment and helplessness on her face.

"What is going on!" When Lin Mo heard the news, his face suddenly turned gloomy and he asked in a low voice.

"Please calm down, Senior. The fact that the Grand Elder cannot attend this ceremony is unexpected and we have no choice. The specific situation is as follows..."

The yellow-haired old man saw that Lin Mo looked unhappy, and hurriedly explained the reason in detail.

"Fairy Tianli was injured in the wilderness and is currently recuperating in seclusion? I see. For practitioners of our level, once our vitality is damaged, it is indeed difficult to recover."

"But in this case, the ranking of the grand ceremony that your family and I agreed upon will probably face some difficulties?"

Lin Mo nodded slightly, but there was still a hint of worry in his tone.

"Since the Grand Elder cannot personally take action, then our Gu family's original promise to improve our ranking will naturally not be fulfilled."

"This time, as long as our Gu family's ranking can remain stable, it will be considered as fulfilling our previous agreement."

Fairy Xiaofeng seemed to have made sufficient considerations and said these words with a serious face.

"I see. Even so, the challenge cannot be ignored. After all, I have just been promoted to the Fusion Realm, so I cannot make any guarantees."

When Lin Mo heard this, his expression relaxed a little, but his words still revealed a hint of embarrassment.

"As long as you work hard, in addition to the resources originally promised, our Gu family has also specially prepared a batch of top-grade spirit stones for you as compensation for changing the agreement for some reason."

The fair-skinned young woman saw that Lin Mo looked troubled. After a little thought, she suddenly took out a storage bracelet from her sleeve and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's heart was touched involuntarily. He stretched out his hand to take the storage bracelet. His spiritual sense instantly penetrated it and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"It seems that your family does have extremely high expectations and determination for this True Spirit Ceremony, and is willing to pay such a huge amount of spirit stones as a price."

"In that case, please allow me to serve as a guest of the Gu family during the True Spirit Ceremony and do my best."

After a brief thought, Lin Mo put the storage bracelet into his sleeve without hesitation.

The young woman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Lin Mo accept the spirit stone. She smiled and said:
"With the senior in charge, I believe our Gu family will no longer have to worry about this True Spirit Ceremony."

"It is still about a month's journey from here to the Wanling Terrace where the grand ceremony will be held. We should not stay here for too long."

"Let's set off now! Elder Xiao and I will explain the details of the True Spirit Ceremony to you in detail."

"of course can!"

Lin Mo agreed with this.

So after Lin Mo joined, a group of Gu family monks rose into the air, transformed into various kinds of escape lights, lined up in neat teams, and rushed towards the distance. …

"Tianma Wasteland" is a vast yellow land located at the junction of Tianyuan Realm and Wanmiao Realm.

It is rumored that this wasteland is so vast that even if a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage wanted to cross it, it would take several months of non-stop flying day and night to reach its destination.

In addition, because yellow winds rage here all year round and no grass grows, it is known as a famous abandoned spiritual vein area and few cultivators are willing to set foot here.

Even if monks occasionally have to pass through here, they will only choose to pass through quickly and will never stop for a moment.

However, on this day, in the deepest part of the wilderness, a team of more than a dozen human monks stood back to back in a circular formation, suspended in the low sky.

They all used their magic weapons, forming a brilliant and colorful halo of light that enveloped the entire team. However, everyone's face looked extremely nervous.

Among this group of cultivators, the one with the highest cultivation level was a burly man in brocade robes who was in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm. He held up a blue gem in one hand.

With his other hand tightly grasping a white flag, he stood in the center of the formation, but his expression was angrier than the others, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

At this moment, a gust of yellow gauze quietly passed by a male monk.

The male cultivator blinked subconsciously, and at that moment, a white jade-like palm stretched out from the yellow wind like lightning.

With a "hiss" sound, the protective light of the male monk was torn apart easily like paper, and the white jade palm penetrated his chest without any hindrance.

Immediately afterwards, before the male cultivator could even utter a howl of pain, a white ice flower blossomed on his chest, instantly turning him into a crystal clear ice sculpture.

And that white hand disappeared in front of the male cultivator's chest in a flash, leaving no trace.

When several other monks nearby saw this scene, they were horrified and activated their magic weapons to attack frantically.

However, apart from smashing the ice sculpture that the male cultivator had transformed into, they did not find any trace of the enemy.

However, at this moment, the brocade-robed man in the Void Refinement Stage suddenly let out an angry roar, and the blue ball in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and then a blue light shot up into the sky.

The speed of this beam of light was extremely fast, and it hit a certain empty spot in the yellow wind in an instant. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a blurry figure appeared in the wind, firmly bound by a ball of blue light.

Seeing this scene, the man in brocade robe had not yet given any orders, but the other cultivators immediately lifted their spirits and activated all kinds of magic weapons, forming a colorful cloud of light that swept away.

With a dull crashing sound, the black shadow seemed to be torn into countless pieces by the colorful light without any resistance.

In an instant, joyful shouts burst out from the mouths of the practitioners present like a tide, and everyone's face was filled with an expression of incomparable joy.

However, only the burly man in the gorgeous brocade robe had a look of deep surprise on his face.

Suddenly he raised his right hand and grabbed in the air, actually grasping a small part of the broken shadow in his hand.

It was a hard, shell-like fragment as white as jade, extremely cold, and it quickly melted into a clear liquid in his palm.

"Oh no, the monster is not dead yet!"

The sturdy man turned pale when he saw the scene in front of him. He shouted loudly and waved the white flag in his hand without hesitation, trying to protect himself. However, it was too late.

The burly man only heard a sharp hissing in his ears, and then he felt a chill on his neck. His entire head was bitten off by two snow-white fangs as thick as scimitars.

Following closely behind was a huge snow-white centipede shadow, which appeared behind the headless corpse without any warning.

This centipede is five or six feet long, with six pairs of translucent crystal wings on its back. Its eyes are as red as blood, flashing a cold light.

As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth and exhaled again, and a thick white mist poured out.

The five or six practitioners at close range were caught off guard and were immediately swept up by the white mist. Both their protective magic weapons and their bodies were frozen into lifelike ice sculptures under the cover of the white light.

The remaining practitioners were so frightened when they saw this scene that someone took the lead and shouted "Run!", and everyone fled in all directions like frightened birds.

The snow-white centipede turned a blind eye to this. The six pairs of crystal wings behind it moved together, turning into six phantoms that disappeared from sight like the wind.

In just a short while, those cultivators who had escaped no more than a hundred feet let out a shrill wail at the same time. They were each split in two by a beam of white light and seemed completely unable to resist.

Immediately afterwards, the remains of these cultivators and their Nascent Souls were instantly reduced to ashes in the dense white light.

Seeing this, the snow-white centipede's huge body shook slightly, and six white lights flashed by again. The next moment, six pairs of crystal wings reappeared on its back.

At this moment, the surface of the centipede's phantom suddenly released a dazzling white light, causing its body to shrink rapidly.

When all the white light faded away, a young man in a white robe with strange gold and silver patterns on his face appeared expressionlessly in the same place.

He looked around indifferently, then stretched out a hand and pressed towards the empty space on the ground.

A stream of white gas gushed out and tightly wrapped the burly man's head.

Then, a flash of light appeared on the head, and a blue little man only a few inches tall was wrapped in white air and forcibly sucked into it. His face was exactly the same as the burly man.

This is the Nascent Soul that the sturdy man has condensed after thousands of years of practice.

The Nascent Soul wore a milky white stone lock on its chest, which released a layer of silver light to protect its body tightly, but its face was full of fear, and it begged for mercy repeatedly:
"You can't kill me. The Blue Water Sect is an external sect designated by Tianyuan City. As the sect leader of the Blue Water Sect, if I die, I will be hunted down by the law enforcement monks of the Tianyuan Realm."

"These two items are the two treasures of my sect, Blue Water. Please feel free to use them."

"In addition, I am willing to lead you to the place where my sect hides its treasures and offer you all the treasures. I only ask you to spare my life!"

When the young man in white heard this, the expression on his face fluctuated slightly, and he seemed to be really moved.

Seeing this, the Nascent Soul naturally begged with all its might:
"Although I don't know why you suddenly attacked us, I guess this matter may be closely related to the batch of precious materials that our sect received this time."

"Therefore, I am willing to present all these materials in exchange for your forgiveness..."

Before Yuanying finished speaking, the young man in white robe showed a ferocious smile, and one of his arms became blurred in an instant.

Then he suddenly stretched out from the void and grabbed the Nascent Soul in the white air.

Afterwards, a dazzling light flashed on the young man's five fingers, and he actually broke the Nascent Soul's protective light shield.

The young man's arms retracted again, and he actually threw the sturdy Nascent Soul into his mouth, and then swallowed it into his stomach. (End of this chapter)