Are you sure?

"I'm sure." Although the saintess looked at him with some suspicion, her answer was unambiguous.

Qin Mo's heart suddenly burned with excitement. He had asked Kelly about the classification of options. General options and priority options were the most common, while designated options were very rare. They could be exchanged directly for the books he wanted to study, instead of foolishly waiting at the Qiyun Stone Gate for the books he wanted to appear.

A cheer came from the Karak sailing ship, and the saintess immediately leaped back onto the ship, with Qin Mo following closely behind.

There were no longer any people standing on the galleys attached to the Karak sailing ships; the decks were covered with orc corpses, and the few remaining Rakshasa sailors were all kneeling to the side, clearly having surrendered.

“Your Highness Heatherine, thanks to the guidance of the Holy Spirit, we have achieved victory. Please allow me to present these two orc general's fangs to Your Highness.”

Upon seeing Saint Heatherine, Holson immediately jumped onto the deck, knelt on one knee, and excitedly raised a pair of blue fangs above his head.

“Holson, I think you need those fangs more than I do.” Heatherine calmly rejected Holson’s flattery.

At this moment, another female cultivator, Ellie, said angrily, "It was clearly Kelly who knocked down that orc general. You went up and tried to break his teeth. If Kelly hadn't stopped in time, you would have been accidentally injured by Kelly."

Holson's expression changed drastically, and he shouted at Ellie, "Ellie, you are insulting the dignity of a knight! I fought that orc general for so long before finally killing him, how can he be Kelly's spoils of war?"

Ellie wasn't one to mince words either, and was about to rush over to argue with Holson, but was held back by Kelly behind her.

Kelly was clearly tired; her once-straight hair was now soaked with sweat and lay limply on her scalp, adding a touch of allure to the youthful and beautiful girl.

In fact, Qin Mo saw it clearly just now: Kelly may have killed more orcs than all of them combined. The melee priest was definitely not as weak as she appeared.

However, Kelly's forbearance made Holson seem even more in the wrong. He dared not continue to cause trouble for Ellie, whose uncle was the Duke of Farnese of Seville. If things really escalated, he would not come out on his own, either in terms of his own strength or the power behind him.

Holson suddenly caught sight of Qin Mo to the side, and his anger flared even more. "Lord Qin Mo, your strength is evident to all. Why were you nowhere to be seen while we were fighting so hard? Is it just because you're not from Xizhou?"

Holson's words immediately drew a response from several temple cultivators, whose gazes toward Qin Mo became less friendly.

Qin Mo had already sensed that inexplicable exclusion in the temple, and Xu Luo and Qu Huan had not been able to fully integrate into the circle of these second-generation Xizhou people over the years. This shows that the people of Xizhou admired the power of Daxia, but also feared and rejected the people of Daxia.

"There's a ship full of corpses over there. I haven't removed any of them except for the general's fangs. Anyone interested can do as they please!" Qin Mo glanced at them and said coldly.

Four orcish galleys flanked the Karak sailing ship from both sides. Due to poor visibility, Holson and the others hadn't seen Qin Mo's massacre on the other side. Now, after hearing Qin Mo's account, they couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief.

Qin Mo gave Xu Luo a look, and the latter immediately put down the small boat and ran off to get his tooth pulled. Even a small mosquito is still meat, and if an orc warrior has enough fangs, he can exchange them for priority selection rights.

"Holy crap, Qin Mo, are you a butcher or something? Not a single one of them is whole?"

Xu Luo returned covered in blood, the bag in his hand rustling with the sound of bones clattering. The dripping blood sent a chill down the spines of Holson and the others. The handsome and refined Qin Mo had transformed in their eyes, becoming nothing more than a butcher. (To chat with more like-minded people about "Sailing and Conquest," follow "Or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books.)