Even after the Divine Lotus blossomed and bore fruit, Princess Raccoon was still bothered by this matter.

Shang Yanting had already plucked the fruit formed from the Divine Oracle Lotus. The moment the fruit was plucked, the lotus vanished instantly, turning into light and dissipating in all directions.

The fruit in her hand was a small, lotus-shaped glass object, no bigger than a fist.

This item showed no signs of spiritual energy. Rather than a magical artifact, it resembled a delicate little pendant.

Is this really a deity?

Not knowing its exact purpose, Shang Yanting looked at Jia Xitong and asked, "Do you want it?"

"don't want."

Princess Raccoon would never want a magical artifact that looks down on people.

Shang Yanting smiled at her expression, placed the item into the talisman, and led her away from the narrow cliff.

"We need to get ready to go back."

Shang Yanting returned to her usual house in the valley and was stunned to see the room that had been cleaned spotlessly (because of the search for the treasure).

"Pure and elegant, fragrant and refined."

This place is indeed a good place to live in seclusion and escape the world.

If we wish to live away from the world in the future, we can choose to live in such a beautiful place.

Shang Yanting rarely possessed an elegant and simple aesthetic sense, and he fondly recalled the scene of living with Jia Xitong in such a secluded place.

"No way!"

Then he was immediately rejected by Jia Xitong.

"The environment at Xianlong Peak is also very good."

Little Raccoon, with his pragmatic and wealthy style, would never want to live in such a remote place. "Everything here is available in Xianlong Peak, and everything that isn't available here is also available in Xianlong Peak."

If I want to eat at Hsien Lung Peak, there are restaurants that specialize in that.

I want entertainment, like opera troupes and fighting rings.

I want to buy something; I can choose either the Treasure Pavilion or the Myriad Treasure Pavilion.

Isn't this better than here?

Princess Raccoon would never want to live in such a remote and resource-scarce place.

Shang Yanting, unusually inclined towards a literary and artistic expression, said: "...You make a good point. We'll leave tomorrow."

The two spoke at the door.

However, besides the two of them, these words also reached the ears of Moldo, the Seven Dwarfs, and Mudo.

I'll be leaving tomorrow.

Mudo glanced at the two who had gotten there first through Moldo's eyes, but quickened his pace.

On the other side

Shang Yanting sensed someone watching him, and he suddenly turned his gaze to a group of people hanging from the crooked tree.

"What's wrong?"

Jia Xitong stopped the moment she entered the room and looked at Shang Yanting, whose expression had suddenly turned serious.

"It's alright, I'll interrogate them before I leave."

Shang Yanting looked at the few scattered items still in the room and said, "Go and pack your things so we can leave tomorrow."

"Uh-huh."

Jia Xitong nodded and went into the room first.

As Shang Yanting watched her go inside, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

He looked directly at Moldo, who was secretly watching them, and with a wave of his hand, his spiritual power blinded Moldo.

Blood was flowing from Moldo's eyes.

Just as he was screaming in agony, a nearly invisible silver thread tightened around his neck. It went down three inches into his throat, killing him instantly.

Lord Moldo is dead!

"Lord Moldo has been killed by the evil martial artist!"

The Seven Dwarfs fainted from fright when they saw Lord Moldo, whom they feared most, die.

Wan Zhi looked at him with great interest. "Brave martial artist, may I ask how you discovered that Moldo was spying on you?"

Wan Zhi's sudden question made him pause in his actions of removing the body.

"I don't need to worry about whether he's spying on me or not. I believe in nipping danger in the bud."

Shang Yanting looked at Wan Zhi, "I don't like having unstable factors around me."

That's ruthless.

That's brilliant.

Decisive enough.

This is a admirable virtue that many demonic cultivators lack.

He suddenly felt a fondness for this lowly slave cultivator, so he took pity on him and reminded him, "Brave martial arts master, although you very cleverly killed Moldo, Mudo had already contacted him using tracking mosquitoes."

You just said you'd be leaving tomorrow, and that reached Mudo's ears verbatim.

Wan Zhi told Shang Yanting all of this. How could the intelligent Shang Yanting not know what he meant?

Sure enough, he realized it quickly.

He first went back to the pool and destroyed all the key content that Hu Zhongping had written on the wall.

Then he looked at the three sword intents left on the cliff face.

Although he couldn't unleash a third sword intent for the time being, they were clearly no longer necessary. Shang Yanting gathered spiritual power in his palm and completely dispersed the extremely faint sword intent that had lingered for ten thousand years.

He returned only after finishing all this. "Tongbao, have you packed your luggage?"

"It's all sorted out."

Jia Xitong nodded.

She kept most of her important things in the talisman, so there wasn't much to organize.

"Okay, let's go now."

Shang Yanting led her out, saying, "Something unexpected happened, and we can't wait until tomorrow. If you get tired from the journey, turn back into a raccoon, and I'll hold you, okay?"

"I'm fine with either."

Jia Xitong nodded.

Shang Yanting was not the kind of person who would suddenly change his mind or act on a whim.

Since he was in such a hurry, she, the noble raccoon princess, was not the kind of person to make trouble unreasonably.

"Have you brought enough things?"

Shang Yanting asked again.

"Oh! There's one more."

Jia Xitong shook off his hand and rushed back, then picked up Wan Zhi, who was outside, and said, "Luckily, Shang Yanting reminded me, I almost forgot about you."

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