The souls of the two cultivators from Han Country had already been controlled by Zhen Yuanzi, becoming Lin Mo's servants, loyal to Lin Mo from the depths of their souls.

"What are your names?"

The middle-aged male cultivator respectfully replied, "My name is Zheng Rongji, a disciple of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect."

The young cultivator respectfully said, "My name is Jin Junxiu."

Lin Mo inquired for a while before understanding the situation.

The Yin Yang Shishen Sect is the only cultivation sect in Han Country, divided into three major branches: Sword Dao Sect, He Qi Sect, and Divine Skill Sect. These branches continuously supply potential elite disciples to the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, similar to how Quannan Martial Arts Hall selects disciples for the Four Great Martial Arts Schools.

"The only cultivation sect in Han Country; its strength surely won't be weak. What is the strongest realm in the Yin Yang Shishen Sect?" Lin Mo asked with a slight frown.

"I don't know. My status is merely that of the lowest level Inner Sect Disciple in the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, without the authority to know more." Zheng Rongji respectfully replied.

"This Yin Yang Shishen Sect's secrecy is quite good; even Inner Sect Disciples don't know the cultivation of the strongest there." Lin Mo shook his head, slightly disappointed.

Then, he asked a few more questions, eventually figuring out the reason for the two returning to Han Country.

Jin Junxiu is Zheng Rongji's disciple, and they returned to Han Country because they obtained a quota for cultivation in the Spiritual Vein Territory, to cultivate in the place where the spirit veins reside.

Zheng Rongji had a senior brother within the Yin Yang Shishen Sect with a minor position, responsible for distributing the quotas, hence Zheng Rongji had two spots to go to the Spiritual Vein Territory for cultivation.

"Unexpectedly, we were able to find the location of Han Country's spirit veins so quickly."

Lin Mo gathered a Dark Flame in his palm and threw it on Jin Junxiu, instantly turning the other into ashes along with his soul.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you handle controlling Zheng Rongji while I disguise myself as Jin Junxiu to first check out the Yin Yang Shishen Sect." Lin Mo instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

As soon as the words fell, Zhen Yuanzi immediately transformed into a Black Fog and dove into Zheng Rongji's forehead, naturally causing Zheng Rongji's soul to dissipate into ashes instantly.

Lin Mo cast a spell in his hand, transforming into the appearance of Jin Junxiu.

"No matter what, regarding the Yin Yang Shishen Sect and spirit veins, success is a must." A sharp gleam flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

According to the information in Zheng Rongji's mind, the person receiving them would only arrive in Seoul tomorrow, so Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi immediately turned into afterimages, first finding a hotel to rest in, and then they would head to the Yin Yang Shishen Sect the next day.

Standing among the closely spaced steel structures not far from Seoul is a skyscraper.

The structure of steel frames and glass reflects a layer of pale golden light under the sun's rays.

The east side of this building bears a large golden character: Sword.

Yin Yang Shishen Sect's headquarters in Han Country, the Sword Dao Building, is a sacred place for all Sword Dao cultivators. Additionally, there are two other giant buildings in Seoul, one named Aikido and the other Shengong Dao.

These three most influential worldly organizations cultivate martial artists of different schools. Only through strict selection do they qualify to enter the Yin-Yang Spirit Master Palace as Outer Disciples.

In a quiet room on the top floor of the Sword Dao Building, sunlight poured through the massive glass windows, bathing the room in a layer of golden light.

An elder with straight silver long hair wearing a Martial Arts Uniform kneeled on a mat, a sandalwood table set before him, a wisp of white incense smoke rising from the burner, soothing to the spirit of Pei Yongjun.

"President Zhang Fan, as you know, our Sword Dao Martial Arts School can only report up to ten spots each year. Every spot is exceedingly precious." The silver-haired elder said flatly, hesitating to continue. "I understand Jing Hao. The quota for Yin-Yang Spirit Master Palace each year is extremely limited. However, my son's talent is remarkable, and with Jing Hao's recommendation, he surely has the qualification. Recently, I obtained a Millennium Spiritual Energy Ginseng from an auction in Huaxia, a precious herb highly beneficial for Martial Artists."

On the opposite end of the table, a middle-aged man in a black suit lowered his voice and spoke.

Jing Hao raised his eyebrow slightly, a smile appearing on his face, "President Zhang Fan, rest assured, your master's qualifications are not inferior. With my recommendation, he can definitely get a spot."

"Then I must thank Jing Hao for his cultivation; in the future, I, Zhang Fan, will never forget Jing Hao's great kindness." Zhang Fan stood up, bowed at ninety degrees, and said in a low voice, "Tonight, I'll send someone to deliver the ginseng to Jing Hao's residence."

After speaking, Zhang Fan took a few steps back, then turned and left the quiet room.

Jing Hao, an Emperor Realm sword expert and one of the directors at the Sword Dao Martial Arts School headquarters, holds the power to recommend school disciples to enter Yin-Yang Spirit Master Palace—a position filled with lucrative benefits.

Soon after leaving the valley, hurried footsteps echoed outside the corridor.

"Master."

A rough voice appeared in the quiet room.

"Hmm, what happened that has you in such a rush?"

Jing Hao lifted his head, frowned slightly, and spoke with displeasure.

The person entering was a middle-aged man in Samurai attire who stepped into the quiet room, respectfully standing beside the elder, bent over with his head bowed, "Master, a significant event has occurred."

"What significant event?" Jing Hao put down the teacup in his hand and said nonchalantly.

The Samurai standing before him had just witnessed the battle between Lin Mo and the two cultivators from Han Country.

Park Zhengning recounted the incident in detail, saying, "I personally heard them claim to be from the Yin-Yang Spirit Master Palace, but that young man was stronger, defeating those two, leaving them defenseless."

Jing Hao's eyebrows knit tightly together, forming the character "川" between his brows. "Describe to me everything you saw and heard, without leaving out anything."

"Yes, Master."

Park Zhengning slowly recounted, carefully detailing everything he had witnessed and heard at that time.

"Strange, if that young man truly had a grudge against those two Han Country cultivators, he wouldn't have let them go. Besides, from what you said, that young man's strength far exceeded those two cultivators, so they wouldn't have easily escaped." Jing Hao muttered to himself, shaking his head as he analyzed.

"There's something fishy about this situation, I must report it to the Envoy of the Yin-Yang Spirit Master Palace." A gleam flickered in Park Zhengning's eyes.

"Stay in the Martial Arts School, while I go to the Master and together we'll meet with the Divine Palace Attendant and report this matter to him." Jing Hao stood up; with a flicker, only a shadow was left behind, and he had disappeared from the quiet room.

After resting for a night, Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi arrived in one of the most famous scenic spots in the city center of Seoul the next day.

Following the prearranged location, Lin Mo and Zhen Yuanzi sat in a cold drink shop, waiting.

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