"Look at you, all disheveled."

Glass lay in the Sea of Consciousness, rolling around with laughter.

Han Yu flew silently with a dark face, flapping his wings; once out of the city, he chose to gallop eastward.

Zhao Yulin did not seem like someone of good Pill Character.

If Zhao changed his mind, he would definitely come looking for him; better to leave cleanly than wait.

He wouldn't get to see Wang Xiao'er's final outcome, and with six days left, Zhao Yulin would never let himself stay in Zhanzhou Prefecture so long before taking the medicine,

let alone after taking it.

Ling Wuce's intentions were also clear: the Imperial Court is off-limits to any cultivator disrupting the order.

Maintaining a good relationship with the Imperial Court isn't a bad thing, is it?

Those were Ling Wuce's exact words at the time.

Implicitly, going against the Imperial Court was undoubtedly not a good thing.

According to what Ling Wuce revealed, the Imperial Court's power had already extended into the Cultivator Realm, and it might've formed its force.

Possibly, when it truly shows itself, few sects in the Cultivator Realm could challenge it.

With chaotic thoughts, Han Yu paused slightly in the air after flying for two-hours and then landed slowly.

Once his feet were back on the ground, a sense of solidity welled up from not just himself but from the Earth Divine Power's affinity for the ground beneath.

Ever since the Tribulation Wind, Ping had managed to break through an Earth divine technique rank, and this affinity had remained.

The affinity not only allowed him to bond closely with the earth beneath but also to sense the surroundings within a small range.

"How come my divine powers have advanced, but you and Ping have shown no change?"

Han Yu suddenly muttered; quite a bit of the Power of Heaven and Earth in the Tribulation Fire had been absorbed. Logically, Ping and Artifact Spirit should have gained much.

Yet there was no movement at all.

"Most energy went to you!"

Glass pouted and spoke grumpily.

The situation was perilous back then; it was rare for Artifact Spirit's will and Ping's actions to align, directing a massive energy flow into Han Yu's Sea of Consciousness.

Not only did it expand the Sea of Consciousness, but it also advanced the Earth Divine Power, pulling Han Yu back from the Ghost Gate.

No wonder Glass was unusually quiet.

"Don't mention it again in front of me, or I'll turn on you. I really lost out."

Glass rolled her eyes at Han Yu and bared her teeth as if to bite him.

Upon hearing this, Han Yu fell into silence, feeling a tinge of emotion.

"What are you getting emotional about? Hurry and switch places. At this pace, Ping and I won't recover anytime soon."

"Next stop, I must encounter ten to eight Qi Fortune Children; I want to break even at once."

Glass got more excited as she spoke, jumping onto the Dragon Blood Stone, laughing giddily.

Hope is beautiful, but reality can't comply so freely.

So far, there've only been encounters with a few Qi Fortune Children, seemingly just Young Master Xiao, and Lu Dayou doesn't even count.

He knows how long this guy worked under the Imperial Court to accumulate that bit of fortune, only to have it snatched away instantly.

Thus, those truly possessing great Qi Fortune are indeed rare gems.

Might as well find a Divine Power User, at least it promises some hope.

Truly wondering what such a harsh recovery method would eventually lead to.

——

The Great Elder sat in the Mo Family's Council Hall, his chest heaving heavily as though suppressing anger.

He had been sitting for almost a half two-hour, and not a single cup of tea was offered. Just being met by a Patriarch—what's that?

Even if Mo Yushu is the Mo Family Patriarch, he still wasn't qualified enough in the Great Elder's eyes to converse with him.

The Mo Family's old ghosts needed to come out to qualify.

Sadly, none of the Mo Family's old ghosts had the slightest interest in dealing with him.

Before long, a bruised Mo family member came in tearfully, with traces of grievance on his face.

Talk about unfortunate! Out of the blue, Unparalleled Tower's Great Elder barged in, demanding to see the clan's ancestral patriarchs.

He had run back and forth several times, each time having to muster up the courage to interrupt the patriarchs' research, initially getting only a scolding, but this time got a proper lesson.

Upon reaching the Council Hall, the bruised member looked towards Mo Yushu with pleading eyes and spoke.

"The patriarchs said to let him go play elsewhere, he does nothing all day and idles away, having no drive despite his age."

No drive despite his age?

Mo Yushu's lips twitched subtly, suppressing the urge to laugh.

It's naturally the elders' humor. The Mo Family is famed for their Mechanisms in the Cultivator Realm; apart from cultivation, Mo Clan members are dedicated to Mechanical Techniques, which is evident in the Clan Elders.

They virtually don't show up unless it's significant.

For the other eight sects' elder cultivators, most assume roles as sect Elders, assisting the Sect Leader and nurturing potential heirs as the next generation of Elders.

Being idle and lacking ambitions was really unjust.

Mo Yushu then helplessly looked at the Unparalleled Tower Great Elder, and the Mo family member added.

"The patriarchs told me to relay this word for word."

The Great Elder clenched his fists, his complexion darkening.

These old devils never lost their knack for sharp words.

But what could he do, if it was the same generation, he could scold them thoroughly, but Mo Yushu is of a younger generation.

Dignity still mattered.

Though the two sects were opposed, necessary decorum still had to be maintained.

Thus he could only suppress his fury, glaring at Mo Yushu with a sour face.

"Mo family boy, does the Ginseng King matter involve your Mo Family or not?"

Mo Yushu replied composed and serene.

"If, as elder says, the Ginseng King has mechanisms, they might originate from the Mo Family, but if an entire living person were to turn into a Ginseng King, do you think the Mo Family could manage that?"

The Great Elder's expression was indecisive; although reasonable, the Mo Family's actions remained suspicious.

"When the Ginseng King was discovered, Elders from the other sects were all interested, and only your Mo Family remained silent. It doesn't add up."

Regardless of how it's viewed, something definitely seems amiss.

Otherwise, the Great Elder wouldn't have followed the Mo Family's Divine Strategy Institute.

Mo Yushu anticipated this and responded with a chuckle.

"Elder surely knows the extent of our elders' craze for mechanisms, whether a Ginseng King is useful or not is another thing, it's hard to sway them."

"Really?"

The Great Elder gave a skeptical look; the excuse seemed far-fetched, given the situation, prioritizing Mechanical Techniques over life extension was hard to accept.

Yet Mo Yushu stuck firmly to this reasoning, leaving the Elder with no choice.

All remained suspicion without any evidence linking the Mo Family to the Ginseng King issue, so after some pointless probing, he left vexed…

Mo Xingzhi came in sneakily after they left, catching Mo Yushu's attention.

"How was it?"

Mo Xingzhi reassured him with a look, then found a place to sit and slowly spoke.

"I've contacted the Inspectorate; from now on, the Mo Family's Communication Birds will be twenty percent cheaper, but they'll have to cover up Mo Family's traces in the Ink Cloud Mansion."

Speaking of this, Mo Xingzhi had a pained look, bloody hell, they demanded twenty percent. Without agreement, the old traces would eventually surface.

If only they hadn't bothered with that damn cover-up originally.

Now it was too late to explain anything.

Those old guys bathed and drank bathwater, who knows what more disgusting things they did in anger! It's somewhat terrifying!

After some thought, he added.

"Han Yu can't be hidden, the Inspectorate said so, the Eight Sects demand answers. Hiding Han Yu further now seems forced."

The Eight Sects aren't fools and have their channels. If a thorough search finds the Ginseng King's sudden disappearance, it'd truly be questionable."

"Then don't inform Xiuwen about this matter, let it stay this way for now!"

Mo Yushu realized the headache, sighing and instructing resignedly.

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