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"Remember this, kid," Old Xie Lu said. Over the years of interacting with Old Lu, Mo Wen understood that Old Lu would not harm him. Although they were in a perilous situation, through Old Lu's stories and anecdotes, he knew that there were people in the outside world who seemed very interested in stifling talent. While he wasn't sure if he could be considered a genius, he knew he had to be cautious. Moreover, his origins were unclear; if he had powerful enemies from before his memory loss, and they found him, his current strength would surely not be enough to protect his life. Thinking back to that dream he had, if it were true... He realized he needed to quickly improve his strength, first ensuring he had the ability to protect himself before considering anything else.
"For the time being, you should focus on stabilizing your Realm and prepare to enter the next one. As for what comes next, we'll discuss it later. The most pressing issue right now is that you need to prepare some food for the Old Man; he's been hungry for four days..." Without taking a moment to savor his newfound strength in the Golden Body Realm at the Ninth Level, Mo Wen quickly got up and started to busy himself, both to thank Old Lu for being his Guardian and because he felt hungry himself.
To store food and the items Mo Wen had scavenged from the mountains, Old Lu had specially built him a small warehouse. This warehouse was arranged with some kind of Magic Circle that surprisingly had a preservation effect. According to Old Lu, he had invested a lot just to have a taste of fresh vegetables. After retrieving the ingredients from the warehouse, Mo Wen prepared a nourishing soup and roasted a Beast. The three of them—two humans and one beast—began another round of feasting.
Old Lu was indulging his appetite while Mo Wen felt he needed to replenish himself after losing so much blood during his tribulation. Xiao Hei was truly hungry; ever since it had followed Mo Wen, it seemed to have regressed and no longer ate raw food. Old Lu focused on the roasted meat while Mo Wen drank soup, and Xiao Hei eagerly accepted whatever was offered.
Outside the Cloud Mist Forest lay an Imperial Capital, where the entire royal city was divided into three layers: the outer city inhabited by ordinary people, merchants, and common Cultivators; the middle city where noble families resided; and the inner city which was exclusive to the royal family and high-ranking officials. At this moment, in a secret chamber beneath a mansion in the inner city, a thin old man stood hunched over in front of a mirror. Inside the mirror stood a figure wearing a red ghost mask and draped in a crimson cloak.
"Gong Shangnan, have you not yet found that child who escaped from Mo Family Manor?" A hoarse voice emerged from the mirror.
"Reporting to you, my lord, we have not found him. At that time, members of the Mo Family escorted him deep into Cloud Mist Forest. I led my men in pursuit all the way to Yan Luo River's edge; all of them were wiped out, but that child fell into the river and disappeared..."
"Enough! You've repeated this so many times already. We need to see people alive or corpses dead; whatever treasures from Mo Family Manor might be in that child's possession. After all these years, you haven't uncovered any information? You truly disappoint me." The figure in the mirror interrupted Gong Shangnan.
"Please forgive me! I will immediately send more men to search," Gong Shangnan said as he fell to his knees trembling. He had witnessed this lord's methods firsthand; more accurately, he had seen what this organization was capable of—unwilling to stop at anything to achieve their goals, regardless of whether it involved enemies or their own people.
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