Luo Jianqing said quietly, "Let's not even mention whether my junior sister is a man or not. Even if she wanted to become a nun, my uncle would lock her up in Bi Cang Peak and not allow her to leave."
The Buddhist disciple smiled helplessly and said, "Just because you have a connection with Buddhism doesn't mean you have to practice Buddhism."
After the two of them talked for a few more words, the Buddhist disciple left temporarily and returned to Guiyuan Sect.
However, Luo Jianqing had just seen the Buddhist disciple off and hadn't even entered the house when he suddenly felt several powerful spiritual pressures coming towards him. He immediately looked towards the horizon with vigilance. Four streams of light crossed the sky and appeared in front of him.
Standing at the head was a dignified old man with white hair and eyebrows. When he saw Luo Jianqing, he first frowned, but eventually he subsided a little and asked, "Are you Luo Jianqing, the first disciple of Taihua Mountain?"
Among these four, the lowest-level cultivator had already reached the Out-of-Body Stage, and Luo Jianqing, who was even more advanced, couldn't even observe them. However, Luo Jianqing wasn't worried. He bowed and said, "I am Luo Jianqing. I wonder what you can do for me, senior. How can I be of any assistance?"
The old man said, "I am Mo Feng, the ninth ancestor of the Mo family. I heard that you have a good relationship with Mo Qiu, a descendant of my Mo family's Frost Wasteland lineage. I wonder if you know his whereabouts? Rumor has it that he has already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, but he has yet to report to my Mo family headquarters. This is extremely disrespectful."
This time, Luo Jianqing finally understood the other party's intention.
This is what they call "poor in the city, unknown, rich in the mountains, with distant relatives." These Mo family members only knew that Mo Qiu had reached the late Nascent Soul stage during the Taihua Mountain sect competition, but they were unaware that he had already reached the half-step out-of-body stage a year earlier. However, the latter wasn't necessary; simply being in his fifties at the late Nascent Soul stage was enough to sway these Mo family members, and they were determined to bring Mo Qiu back into the family.
Luo Jianqing still remembered the last time Mo Qiu was in Taihua Mountain, being chased by the Mo Clan elders and forced to flee in panic. It was said that the Mo Clan even wanted to marry a daughter of their own lineage to Mo Qiu, and Mo Qiu was so annoyed that he finally fled Taihua Mountain.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing bowed and said, "Seniors, I haven't seen Mo Qiu for a year and don't know his whereabouts."
As soon as these words fell, boom! A powerful pressure suddenly pressed down on Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing's face changed, as if there was a burden of tens of millions of pounds on his shoulders. He sank down, leaving two deep footprints on the floor, and his feet sank directly into the ground!
The white-haired old man said, "Luo Jianqing, it is said that you and Mo Qiu are close friends, how could you not know how to contact him!"
Luo Jianqing's face was no longer smiling. He just sneered and said, "Senior, this is my Taihua Mountain territory. Are you overstepping the bounds?"
The old man snorted softly and intensified his pressure, forcing Luo Jianqing to bend down. However, Luo Jianqing didn't obey his wishes. He remained upright, even gazing at the four people in front of him with icy eyes. He said, "How dare you bully those of Mount Taihua? Do you think the Mohist School still wants to stand firm in Xuantian Continent?"
Mo Feng, the ninth ancestor of the Mohist School, had a dark expression on his face: "Youngster, stop talking nonsense!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man clenched his right fist, ready to strike Luo Jianqing. However, Luo Jianqing didn't even try to dodge. He stared at the old man without blinking, with an attitude of "If you have the guts, hit me to death with one punch."
Under the vast blue sky, Luo Jianqing shouted loudly: "The Ninth Ancestor of the Mohist School has practiced for over a thousand years, and you are bullying a junior who has practiced for less than fifty years? My master has only practiced for over three hundred years, but his cultivation level far exceeds yours. If you have no shame, beat me to death!"
The voice seemed ordinary, but it carried the fighting spirit of never giving up.
Mo Feng's body froze, and in the end, he didn't dare to throw a punch. He just gritted his teeth and glared at Luo Jianqing, saying, "Mo Qiu is extremely important to my Mo Clan. If you intentionally conceal his whereabouts and don't tell the Mo Clan about him, I will not let you off easily!"
"Who are you not going to let off easily?!" A cold female voice sounded from the horizon.
In the blink of an eye, Venerable Yuqingzi arrived and slapped the ninth ancestor of the Mo family. The latter stumbled back several steps and shouted angrily, "Yuqingzi!"
Yu Qingzi said coldly, "Old Mo Feng, you dare to embarrass my disciples on my Taihua Mountain territory. I think you don't want to live anymore. It's true, your time is coming to an end. After more than 1,700 years of cultivation, you can't even reach the middle stage of the Tribulation. Considering that you have one foot in the coffin, I will spare your life. Get out!"
Mo Feng raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Yu Qingzi, shut up right there!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Feng clenched his fists and struck directly at Yu Qingzi. The force of his fist was as powerful as a tiger's, forming a staring beast in the air. This beast had a body like a wild boar, dark yellow in color, but a long, bright red tail. It had a human face and rushed towards Yu Qingzi fiercely.
Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed: "The beasts are coming together!"
Venerable Yuqingzi scoffed at this. She didn't move to avoid it, but flicked her sleeve and took out a jade whisk. The snow-white whisk drew a faint white shadow in the air. In an instant, it seemed as if a phoenix cried, and a golden phoenix rushed out of the whisk and collided with the ferocious beast Heyu.
The phoenix tore the ugly beast apart with one claw, and then it breathed fire from its mouth, and the beast completely disappeared.
Over there, blood oozed from the corner of the mouth of the Ninth Patriarch of the Mohist School.
Venerable Yuqingzi had reached the late stage of Great Perfection in the Tribulation Realm and possessed immense talent. If it weren't for his love of alchemy, he would have long since broken through to the Mahayana stage. Dealing with the Ninth Patriarch of the Mohist School was far too easy. She retracted her whisk and said coldly, "This time, as we journey to the Demon Realm, we must work together, not randomly engage in a bloodbath. Any past conflicts must be forgotten. This is the agreement we just made. Have you forgotten?"
The ninth ancestor of the Mo family wiped the blood from his lips and turned to look at Luo Jianqing: "Mo Qiu's whereabouts, I must know!"
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