Chen Jing arrived at the Donglai Pawnshop. As he entered the alley, he brushed past a woman dressed as a noblewoman, who was followed by two maids.

The wealthy woman was plump and dressed in fine clothes. Her eyes were swollen and red. She covered her face with her hands and walked hurriedly.

Chen Jing glanced at her only once, then focused on his own affairs, using his abilities to adjust his state.

He had to pretend to be very anxious and desperate, perfectly embodying the image of an "innocent brother whose sister is wanted by the police."

He strode into the alley and arrived at the cluttered shop. Mo Wujiang was at the counter, fiddling with a torn page of drawing paper with a magnifying glass. Without even looking up, he said, "Another relative of the Meijing Dojo? Go to the big ship and protest to the boss."

"No." Chen Jing strode in. "It's me, Lord Mo, I'm Chen Jing."

As soon as Mo Wujiang raised his head, Chen Jing hurriedly said, "Lord Mo, my sister has been wronged and is wanted by the authorities. Please help me, Lord Mo!"

"What's going on?" Mo Wujiang raised his head and asked with a frown.

Chen Jing said, "My sister was sold by my adoptive father, but she ran away and came back. But when I went back today, I saw people arresting her. My sister is innocent, Lord Mo, she couldn't possibly be an accomplice of the assassins!"

Mo Wujiang rubbed his forehead before saying, "Your sister escaped from the big ship?"

"Here it comes..." Chen Jing thought to himself, "The test has begun."

Through discussions with his master and Chen Jing's own simulations, he realized that as an older brother who was ignorant of the ship incident, he would definitely ask his younger sister what had happened after the incident.

Given the older brother's personality and the persona he had previously cultivated, the situation must be handled appropriately.

"Lord Mo," Chen Jing said in a low voice, "Is it true that Lord Black Hand is performing a blood sacrifice?"

As Chen Jing said those words, he was nervous inside, and his body language betrayed this nervousness.

His hand is currently bandaged and completely unusable, but this is not a disadvantage for Chen Jing; rather, it is an advantage that Chen Jing can utilize.

He had just worked for the Black Hand and paid the price of an injured hand. Now, if Mo Wujiang were to make a move, Chen Jing would be powerless to resist. Therefore, this would greatly reduce the possibility of Mo Wujiang making a move immediately.

Moreover, with so many people escaping, it would be very difficult to keep quiet, and the possibility of Mo Wujiang immediately silencing Chen Jing is extremely small.

On the contrary, such questioning might yield information or provide reassurance.

Mo Wujiang pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, your sister wasn't taken away, right?"

"No," Chen Jing said in a deep voice, "They saw my token and didn't dare to make a move."

"That's good." Mo Wujiang said, "I'll write a warrant in my name. You take it to Lu Dun and ask him to drop the pursuit of your sister. It's a small matter."

Chen Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said to Mo Wujiang, "Thank you for your great kindness, sir!"

“Your hand injury hasn’t healed yet, no need for such a grand ceremony, it’s nothing.” Mo Wujiang waved his hand: “As for the blood sacrifice… it’s true.”

"A real blood sacrifice?" Chen Jing was shocked, mainly because the other party had admitted to it so easily.

“I don’t know the specific details, but it won’t hurt you or your family anymore.” Mo Wujiang wrote on a piece of paper, then stamped it with his seal and handed it to Chen Jing.

Chen Jing remained silent for a moment, opened his mouth, and then closed it tightly.

"Thank you, sir."

He took the note.

"Come to the big ship at the beginning of next month." Mo Wujiang reminded him, "You and others who have passed the trial can get the opportunity to become cultivators in advance. You can come to me at the end of the month, and I will tell you some common sense to make more choices for you."

Early? Didn't we say before that we needed to accumulate enough merit to obtain the elixir to become a cultivator?

"Thank you, sir," Chen Jing said gratefully, then left with the warrant.

Watching Chen Jing leave, Mo Wujiang looked at the empty space beside him and asked, "So how should we deal with this?"

In the air, another person who looked exactly like Mo Wujiang appeared. He leaned against the wall, smiled, and said, "You're getting more and more skilled at signing my name."

"I thought you would praise me for acting as cold as you." Mo Wujiang, who was originally talking to Chen Jing, also smiled.

"Weren't you very enthusiastic about that lucky child?" Mo Wujiang smiled as he leaned against the wall.

Two identical people smiling at each other would be incredibly creepy if someone were watching.

"I believe in fate," Mo Wujiang said, leaning against the wall. "Their deaths were their destiny, and no one could change it. That little boy was able to protect his family; that's also his good fortune."

Sitting behind the counter, Mo Wujiang said, "I see. My understanding of you is becoming more and more profound. As for enthusiasm, I just feel that he is very similar to me, and I feel a certain affinity for him."

"Your words are getting more and more terrifying," Mo Wujiang said, leaning against the wall. "We've been lying in ambush here for so long, and the assassin still hasn't come."

“After all, the boss is now clinging to the coattails of a feng shui master. I’m afraid of even more than an assassin,” Mo Wujiang said from behind the counter.

“It’s windy outside, the wind will hear you talking,” Mo Wujiang said, leaning against the wall.

"Don't scare me, the wind can't hear me now," Mo Wujiang retorted from behind the counter.

"He is at the pinnacle, above the realm of enlightenment," Mo Wujiang stated, leaning against the wall.

"Even in extreme situations, there's a reason to listen." Although Mo Wujiang, sitting in front of the counter, said this, he still pricked up his ears to see if there was any whisper of trouble.

The two chatted for a while longer, and Mo Wujiang, who had been leaning against the wall, disappeared again at some point.

If someone were to stand outside and peek or eavesdrop, they would only see Mo Wujiang himself still studying the fragments of the painting, and would not hear any sound.

This is an illusion.

...

Upon arriving at the city guard's office, Chen Jing produced a warrant. Relying on the warrant and the warrant, and without even seeing Lu Dun, the guards quickly removed his sister's name from the arrest warrant.

Even after leaving that place, Chen Jing still looked bewildered.

Is that all? The crisis for myself and my sister is resolved?

At least they managed to fool them...

What should we do next?

Should we investigate the blood sacrifice as our master instructed...?

Chen Jing was caught in an internal struggle.

To be fair, Chen Jing did not consider himself a saint who could save all kinds of people.

But I still felt resentful, uncomfortable, and guilty.

Suddenly, a scene came to mind.

He wanted to become a true member of the Black Hand gang, just like Mo Wujiang, and to adopt that cold and indifferent demeanor.

Chen Jing couldn't help but shiver.

He decided to put that problem aside and focus on strengthening himself first.

One must be strong to forge iron.

"Yes, continue learning the written language and martial arts, while also learning about Mo Wujiang's side of knowledge."

"Once I become stronger, I will have more options."