Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Wanting Nothing More Than to Kill Chen Mo

With his hands clasped behind his back, Yan Ronglin’s hunched figure moved with an unusually vigorous stride. He seemed to possess the Earth Shrinking Technique; with every step he took, he instantly covered a distance of a hundred zhang. Although it could not compare to Sword Flight, it was more than enough for him to look down upon the other Spirit Fishermen!

Passing through a Spirit Field, the mountains ahead were shrouded in a misty haze, and the moisture in the air grew increasingly dense.

Yan Ronglin returned to his residence. Directly facing the door was a clear spring, and beneath the spring’s eye lay a Spirit Pool. Every location where a Spirit Pool gathered was a nexus of Ore Veins. Coupled with the clear spring, it formed a uniquely magnificent landscape. Rearing creatures in the water of a Spirit Pool would yield pure Spirit Fish. Let alone Yan Ronglin himself, even if Pavilion Master Song Yunxi wanted to eat one, he would likely have to pull quite a few strings.

Ever since Yan Ronglin obtained this Spirit Pool, he carefully nurtured it every day. The hundreds of Qingyue Sole Fish at the bottom of the lake were not many, but each one was extremely precious. Over the years, he had maintained this exact number, not daring to let it increase, nor allowing it to decrease. Therefore, as a Spirit Fisherman, Yan Ronglin appeared glamorous on the surface. Not even the Pavilion Master could mobilize him, as he took orders directly from Purple Cloud Peak. But when it came to resources? He was slightly better off than a Spirit Nurturer, but not by much.

Returning home, Yan Ronglin pushed open his door. A thick scent of rouge and powder wafted out from inside. Looking ahead, a Female Cultivator dressed in a long pink dress and floral white shoes was leaning lazily against a Taishi Chair.

Seeing him return, Guan Ying smiled and asked, "How did it go? Is it resolved?"

Yan Ronglin’s expression was cold, and he asked with some dissatisfaction, "Are you interrogating me?"

"I wouldn’t dare." Guan Ying stood up, swaying her hips as she leaned against him.

The Jinling Marketplace and two other marketplaces had ultimately come up with a countermeasure, led by Jiang Lei. On the surface, Chen Mo was a Spirit Plant Cultivator of the White Snake Marketplace and was under Song Yunxi’s protection. Even Pavilion Masters from other marketplaces couldn’t easily make a move against him. Rules were rules. Even they didn’t dare challenge the rules set by Purple Cloud Peak.

"I didn’t see him!" Yan Ronglin glared at her in annoyance. He walked over to the table, picked up a water jug, and guzzled from it. Had their offered price not been relatively reasonable, he wouldn’t have lowered himself to deal with a Qi Refining Fourth Layer Spirit Plant Cultivator! As far as he was concerned, that brat named Chen was completely beneath him!

"No rush, no rush. You’re both from the same marketplace, so wouldn’t it be easy to invite him out?" Guan Ying sat down next to him.

This was their last resort. If they rashly broke into Chen Mo’s home, even if they managed to kill him, it would infuriate Song Yunxi, and suspicion would inevitably fall on them. Therefore, the safest method was to lure the snake out of its hole. They would use an acquaintance to draw Chen Mo out, then find a deserted place to finish him off! It was a foolproof plan!

Because of this, Jiang Lei and the others sought out the person with the highest cultivation among the White Snake Marketplace’s Spirit Plant Cultivators—namely, this Qi Refining Sixth Layer Spirit Fisherman right before her. They promised him five Low Grade Spirit Stones to do the deed. Furthermore, after killing Chen Mo, all the spoils of war would belong to him. Jiang Lei, Guan Ying, and the rest wouldn’t take a single share.

"Hmph!" Yan Ronglin scoffed coldly, his face showing displeasure.

"Why are you angry, Fellow Daoist Yan? Just go again tomorrow." Guan Ying leaned close to him, reaching out a finger to gently stroke his somewhat aged face.

However, in the next moment, Yan Ronglin swatted her hand away. "Keep your hands to yourself!" he said in dissatisfaction.

Guan Ying was taken aback. He actually didn’t fall for her charm? In that case, there was no need for her to act coquettish! Her expression rapidly shifted as she said coldly, "You just need to trick him into coming here and have him drink the Spirit Wine we provided. Leave the rest to us."

Yan Ronglin didn’t reply, simply continuing to drink on his own.

The next day.

Chen Mo and Kang, one man and one chicken, carried hoes down into the field and began tilling the soil. Before 1:00 PM, Hong Yan arrived. Without asking if he needed help, she took a plow out from her Storage Ring and started tilling alongside them. It wasn’t until 3:00 PM that Chen Mo dusted the dirt off his hands and body, finally leaving the Spirit Field. Hong Yan followed closely behind, casting a Cleaning Technique on both him and Kang before following Chen Mo into the zither room.

"Let’s first play yesterday’s piece once..."

Over the past half a month, Chen Mo, who had initially been completely clueless, finally gained a general understanding of Melody. It had to be said that Hong Yan was quite a capable teacher. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have secured her current position and been exempted from personally receiving clients. At this rate, in a month or two at most, Chen Mo would be able to start cultivating the Calm Heart Zither Technique and play for his pigs, cattle, and sheep!

One taught, the other learned. Their bodies were almost pressed together, but whether it was the teacher or the student, both were completely immersed in the Melody, without the slightest hint of romantic or improper thoughts. That was until a knock on the door once again interrupted their progress.

Hong Yan straightened up and stood quietly to the side, watching as Chen Mo walked out with a frown. Over the past two days, there was always someone coming to visit! Upon opening the door, Chen Mo was visibly surprised the moment he saw Yan Ronglin.

"Fellow Daoist Yan? What brings you here?"

Although they weren’t close and had only met once, basic courtesy was still required.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, long time no see." Yan Ronglin’s face didn’t show any joy of reuniting after a long time. Judging solely by his expression, he didn’t seem particularly thrilled to see him.

Chen Mo made a mental note of this and asked, "Is there something you need?"

"During the last banquet, Fellow Daoist Chen left a deep impression on me. I’ve always wanted to come and befriend you. I wonder if that would be alright?"

"What are you saying, Fellow Daoist Yan? Naturally, it’s alright!"

Exchanging pleasantries? Anyone could do that.

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist still remembers what Master Song used to host us that day?" Yan Ronglin asked.

"Wine? Immortal Peak? Or something else?" Chen Mo couldn’t quite remember. He frequently ate at Song Yunxi’s home, so how could he remember that clearly?

"Giant Bone Spirit Rice! Ever since last time, I’ve been constantly thinking about this Spirit Rice. Over the past two days, I paid a heavy price to get my hands on two catties of it. I was thinking of inviting Fellow Daoist Chen over to my place so we can have a good chat."

To lure Chen Mo to his home, Yan Ronglin had truly invested heavily. Not only did he owe favors, but he also spent a considerable amount of Spiritual Sand just to buy the Giant Bone Spirit Rice. However, he figured it would be worth it! After all, by offering such rare Spirit Rice, he believed that anyone who had eaten it even once would be completely unable to resist its temptation.

Just as Yan Ronglin was brimming with confidence, a troubled look appeared on Chen Mo’s face. If it were any other Spiritual Food he hadn’t tried, he wouldn’t mind going to taste it. But the other party was actually using Giant Bone Spirit Rice to host him? What a joke! That stuff Song Yunxi had someone plant—could that even be called Giant Bone Spirit Rice? Eating it was like chewing wax!

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you say?" Yan Ronglin asked again when he saw the other party remaining silent.

Chen Mo shook his head with an apologetic look. "It’s inconvenient today. I have a guest at home."

With that, he raised his voice and shouted, "Hong Yan, come over and pay your respects to Fellow Daoist Yan!"

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