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Soon, Ling Mo Xie was brought before the Elder.
"Little brother, you’re back so soon? Did you kill the monster? Did you get the Urn?" the Elder asked eagerly. Ling Mo Xie quickly replied, "The monster is dead, and I have brought back the Urn! Here it is! Please take a look!" As he spoke, he took out the three Urns marked as mission items and showed them to the Elder.
The Elder glanced at them casually and nodded, saying, "Little brother! I knew I wasn't wrong about you; you are a warrior of our tribe! Well then, this is what I promised to give you!" Saying this, he pulled out the Urn from the altar, which looked exactly like the other four Ling Mo Xie had.
Ling Mo Xie was taken aback; this system isn’t very rigorous! This Urn was clearly placed on the altar; how could the Elder pull it out from his sleeve?
Just as Ling Mo Xie took the Urn from the Elder's hand, a system prompt sounded, and Ling Mo Xie felt that the Elder in front of him, as well as everything in the room, had come to a standstill. Indeed, it was an NPC created by the system!
"Ding! Congratulations! Copy cleared. Please leave the Copy within ten seconds! Ten... nine... eight..." Ling Mo Xie turned his neck to look around; the expression on the Elder's face was frozen, and the wind chimes at the window swayed slightly, as if everything had stopped in time.
"Leave!" Ling Mo Xie silently thought, and his body instantly became ethereal, disappearing from that space.
In the next moment, Ling Mo Xie's figure appeared out of nowhere in a forest. The sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing filled the air, and the wind rustled through the leaves. Ling Mo Xie swayed slightly, steadied himself, shook his somewhat dizzy head, and looked around. Where was this?
While Ling Mo Xie was puzzled, distant voices faintly reached him: "Catch him! The Dragon Snake Fruit is in his hands! Chase him!" "Hurry up, hurry up! Hehe, the Dragon Snake Fruit is mine!" "Boom!" "Who said that? It's mine!"
The noisy voices made Ling Mo Xie rub his temples and look in the direction of the sound. He saw a nimble figure running ahead while people in various outfits chased after him.
What’s going on? Ling Mo Xie stood dazedly in the direction those people were heading. The person being chased noticed Ling Mo Xie ahead and a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Ling Mo Xie then saw a red fruit flying towards him. Instinctively, he reached out to catch it but noticed that the person being chased had already dashed close to him with a strange smile on his face. With a quick turn of his body, he bypassed Ling Mo Xie and ran deeper into the forest.
Before Ling Mo Xie could regain his composure, he heard a scolding voice: "Kid! Hand over the Dragon Snake Fruit! We might spare your life!" "Yes! Quickly give us the Dragon Snake Fruit!" The people who arrived afterward also pointed their weapons at Yu Yao and shouted.
"Dragon Snake Fruit? Is this what you mean?" Ling Mo Xie looked at the fruit in his hand and said.
"Yes! That's the one! Hurry up and give it to me!" A Middle-Aged Cultivator said anxiously, greed flashing in his eyes.
"Give it to me!" "Kid, hand it over! Otherwise, I'll make sure you regret it!" "Give it to me, give it to me!"
Seeing that Ling Mo Xie was really about to hand the fruit to the Middle-Aged Cultivator, the other cultivators immediately started arguing, all shouting for Ling Mo Xie to give them the fruit.
"Hmph? Then here you go!" Ling Mo Xie threw the fruit toward the group of cultivators, leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, and smiled as he watched these cultivators. He wanted to see what kind of show they would put on in front of him. Moreover, he had sensed that there was no energy in the fruit; it was definitely not a real Dragon Snake Fruit. It seemed that the person who had run away earlier had swapped it out and deliberately thrown a fake Dragon Snake Fruit to Ling Mo Xie.
"Zhao Si! How dare you challenge me? Die!" "Zhou Huang! How dare you ambush me?" As they saw the Dragon Snake Fruit flying through the air, the group of cultivators instantly fell into chaotic arguments and fights.
In an instant, swords clashed and spells flew everywhere. The Dragon Snake Fruit changed hands repeatedly among these people until finally, one person obtained it while others had already fallen. A few were likely allies of that person and thus stopped attacking.
"Haha! The Dragon Snake Fruit! The Dragon Snake Fruit is mine!" The one who got the Dragon Snake Fruit was a White-Clad Youth, adorned with colorful flowers on his robe. He raised the so-called Dragon Snake Fruit high and laughed loudly, but soon his smile froze: "Fake?"
The White-Clad Youth lowered his hand and carefully sensed the Dragon Snake Fruit. His expression twisted with rage as he said angrily, "Fake! Fake! Damn it! You all, kill that kid! Chen Lie took the real Dragon Snake Fruit! This one is fake!"
"What? Fake?" The other three youths, dressed entirely in black robes, immediately turned their gazes toward Ling Mo Xie upon hearing that the White-Clad Youth claimed the fruit was fake. They pointed their swords at Ling Mo Xie and shouted, "Kid! You dare to trick us! Kill him!" With that, they waved their hands and charged toward Ling Mo Xie along with two other Black-Robed Youths.
A wicked smile crept across Ling Mo Xie's face. They were merely at the early stage of Spirit Void; perhaps before entering the Azure Light Dungeon, he might have feared them a bit, but now, he could only say these people were asking for trouble!
As the three Black-Robed Youth charged towards him, Ling Mo Xie remained unfazed, not even lifting his eyelids. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he whispered, "Am I playing with you? Today, I'm definitely going to toy with you." Even though he understood that this was a world where the weak were preyed upon by the strong, witnessing murder and treasure theft firsthand still left him feeling somewhat displeased.
Just as the three Black-Robed Youth reached Ling Mo Xie and their swords were about to strike him, a dazzling sword light flashed. The three youths felt a sudden brightness before their eyes, and when they lowered their heads slowly, they realized they had been cleaved in half by Ling Mo Xie's sword.
"Crack!" The blood-stained sword that hovered before Ling Mo Xie, being merely a red long sword, had exhausted its durability after executing a perfect technique called "Glimpse of the Stunning Swan," shattering into pieces and falling to the ground.
"You... you are! A demon, a demon!" The White-Clad Youth, who had been waiting for his three subordinates to kill Ling Mo Xie, looked at him in terror and shouted before turning to flee.
Ling Mo Xie shrugged his shoulders. A demon? Are they talking about me? Come on, that's a bit too much, right? You natives of the Cultivation World, who among you hasn't killed more than I have?
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