My senior brother died a worthy death for this.
The game is over and everything returns to calm. There is no need to starve or force yourself to survive. Facing enemies and monsters that may appear at any time, your nerves must be tense and you must not relax.
A few of them couldn't help but feel happy, clinking their glasses together, and getting drunk.
Cong Mo didn't like the feeling of being drowsy and out of control, so he only drank a small cup. For the rest of the time, he drank tea instead of wine and enjoyed delicious food, feeling quite happy.
The one who drank the most happily was Leng Can. Because he got the title of third place, he could stay in the fairy mountain openly and be with Cong Mo. He was so happy that he drank half of the pot of wine and fell on Cong Mo's shoulder in a daze. His eyes were misty. He blinked and crystal tears rolled down. With his flushed cheeks, he looked like a bullied soft and cute rabbit, very adorable. The look in Cong Mo's eyes made people feel distressed and fond of him.
But Cong Mo didn't even glance at him. He held the meat in one hand and the snack in the other and ate slowly. Leng Can blinked, feeling aggrieved. He lost interest in staring at the meat he loved to eat. He raised his hand to hug Cong Mo's arm and shook her, "Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo..."
"Hmm." Cong Mo was unmoved. He stuffed the remaining half of the dessert in one gulp and continued eating his own food.
When the woman serving tea and wine came in, she saw Leng Can's broken face. Her heart began to beat fast. She glanced at Cong Mo warily, mustering up her courage, and stepped forward to ask, "Miss, may I ask... what is your relationship with this young master?"
"Senior sister and brother." Cong Mo poured himself a cup of tea and looked at the woman naturally, not thinking there was anything wrong with their posture. "Excuse me, what do you want to see him about?"
"I..." Cong Mo's eyes were too honest to raise any suspicion. Seeing that there was no romantic relationship between the two, the woman took it as an opportunity and walked over cautiously, "Sir, you..."
"No." Leng Can stared at Cong Mo, his lips pursed, and his light freckles seemed to be aggrieved. "We are not senior and junior brothers and sisters."
The woman was stunned for a moment, "Then what is your relationship?"
Cong Mo was also a little confused and tried to explain, "We are also...friends."
"Let me explain!" Yin Yi burped and pushed away Xi Chengming, who was lying asleep on him. "They have a very close...hiccup...relationship."
Xi Chengming lost his balance and bumped into Ji Shufeng, causing her to stagger. Her head banged against Cong Mo's shoulder, waking her from her daze. Ji Shufeng covered her forehead and stood up, "Xi Chengming, what are you doing?"
Xi Chengming fell to the ground and squatted on his butt, holding the ground with both hands, unable to stand up. "Hmm, what's wrong?"
Yin Yi lay on the table, laughing loudly, mocking Xi Chengming.
The scene was chaotic for a while.
The woman was still asking Cong Mo, the only sober person, "Is this really an intimate relationship?"
"Hmm..." Cong Mo rubbed his chin, lost in thought, "Intimacy means a close relationship. How can we judge whether we are intimate? We should define the scope and boundaries of intimacy. As for Xiaocan and I..."
The three drunk people were playing around, and the only sober person was stunned with a serious expression. Leng Can, who was leaning on his shoulder, didn't know what he was dreaming about, and smiled foolishly with his big teeth showing.
The woman suddenly felt that she didn't like it that much anymore, so she left after saying "Enjoy your meal, sir" and left.
After an unknown amount of time, Cong Mo finally figured out the answer. He divided the distances into dozens of categories and how to determine the closeness of the relationship. When he looked up again, the remaining people had all fallen asleep and the woman had left.
She was stunned for only a moment, then helped Leng Can up and lay on the table, put a talisman on the door, and went downstairs to ask for two guest rooms and two quilts.
The five of them had just won the game and were on a roll. There was no guarantee they would be retaliated against, so they had to be careful.
Cong Mo picked up Leng Can horizontally, carried him to the couch, and covered him with a quilt.
Then he carried the remaining three people back to the house in the same position.
After spreading the quilt and putting Yin Yi and Xi Chengming on it, Cong Mo thought for a moment and tied them up separately with a rope to prevent them from kicking the quilt.
"Amo, where are you going?" When she covered Ji Shufeng with the quilt and left, Ji Shufeng opened her eyes and grabbed her hand.
Ji Shufeng had only had two drinks, but she was the first to lose consciousness. She had little strength left, so Cong Mo pulled her hand away without a word. "I'm going back to my room to rest. I've attached a spiritual power talisman to the door. Unless it's destroyed by a massive attack, no one can open it. You can just rest assured."
"Amo, you're fine, I..." She closed her eyes before she finished her words.
Cong Mo didn't think about it.
After arranging everyone, she left the inn and stood in the night sky. The light from the moon shone on her face, making her skin look more delicate and tender. After these days of nourishment in the fairy mountain, her body was no longer as thin and withered as before. Cong Mo spread her palms upwards, and the sword transformed into an embodiment in the moonlight.
Cong Mo stood up with his sword drawn, "Return to Wuqing Mountain. Some things need to be resolved."
It was daytime at Wuqing Mountain at this time. Cong Mo put away his sword and stopped, looking around. Wuqing Mountain was sparsely populated, and the stench of the monster could be easily smelled. Even if it was covered up, the smell could not be completely concealed. Cong Mo threw away the paper talisman to bless his spiritual power and stuck it to his eyes. The surroundings turned into a golden light, and the figure of the monster was outlined by a red frame. Cong Mo became alert, swung his sword, the sharp blade flashed, and slowly approached the direction of the monster.
"Master, why is your spiritual power so weak?"
"Repairing and reinforcing the Immortal Mountain's barrier consumed a great deal of spiritual energy from Elder Shuyi and me. It's now much stronger than before." Elder Qingyi coughed as he sat in the main seat. "I'm truly old. If I were younger, how could I be so exhausted?"
"Really? Master's spiritual power has been depleted." He curled his lips in a wicked smile, and the hand clasped at his waist changed shape, his nails turning black and longer, and scales grew on the back of his hand. "Then..."
"Then what to do"
The sword was placed across his neck, a stinging sensation piercing his skin and flesh. Cong Mo stood behind him, his expression calm. "This demon possessed Senior Brother. During the Sword Mountain Competition, Senior Brother traveled to the human world alone. After bewitching Senior Brother, it possessed him and entered the Immortal Mountain. It attempted to extract information and breach the mountain's defenses. Now, it wants to harm Master."
His expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand to signal, "What are you talking about, Junior Sister? I don't understand."
"You should know best what I'm saying." Cong Mo retracted his sword and kicked his calf, forcing him to kneel. Then he grabbed the back of his neck and pressed it down. After Yi reacted, he raised his arms and pressed them against the ground in resistance. "Junior sister, it's extremely disrespectful to treat you like this in front of our Master."
"Brother..." Cong Mo sneered, "Even if I use the smell to cover it up, the stench on your body is enough to make me vomit."
"you…"
"Those who can possess a body must be high-level demons with their own thoughts." Cong Mo patiently coaxed, "You should be able to sense the pain of life and death."
His expression changed drastically, and he began to struggle. "Aren't you afraid your brother will die? I'm possessing his body!"
"Since I was able to get rid of you, my death was worthy." After saying this, he raised his sword to stab him.
"Wait!" Cong Mo's words didn't sound like a joke. The monster didn't expect her to be so ruthless and became panicked.
"how?"
"I can provide information about the demon world and our recent plans in exchange for my life."
"Oh," Cong Mo looked at the old man, "Master, whether to keep it or not is up to you to decide."
The old man stroked his beard. After Cong Mo's description and the monster's resistance, he had no choice but to believe that his sword spirit had been possessed by the monster. He took out a magic weapon from his arms and said, "Cong Mo, let him go."
"yes."
The magic weapon glowed and took effect. The old man infused spiritual power into it, his expression distorted, and he flew in the air in the direction of the magic weapon, shouting loudly.
In just half an hour, the black air gradually dissipated from his body, and he was purified and fell to the ground. Cong Mo picked him up horizontally.
Repairing the barrier had already consumed too much of the old man's spiritual energy. He sat in his seat, looking tired. "I didn't realize that I was transformed by a demon. I'm really ashamed."
"It's normal that high-level monsters are not easy to identify."
"What do you mean by being able to smell something?" asked the old man.
"The smell of a monster." Cong Mo frowned. "Master, can't you smell it? Monsters always have a nasty stench."
"Really?" The old man simply smiled, not raising any doubts. "Also, this matter must not be made public. It's between you and me. I've exhausted my spiritual energy and need to retreat for a while. It won't be too long. I've been possessed by a demon, and my body is weak. I need time to recover. During this time, Wuqing Mountain will be under your protection. We'll discuss the magic competition after I come out of retreat."
"I will torture this monster after I come out of seclusion."
"Yes, Master." Cong Mo picked up Xi and said, "I'll take Senior Brother back first. Master, please rest more."
Leng Can was sent back to Wuqing Mountain by Yin Yi. He was not feeling well due to his hangover. He leaned against Yin Yi's back, looking listless. "Xiao Mo..."
"Thank you, Yin Yi." Cong Mo put his arms under Leng Can's armpits and hugged him. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Yeah." Leng Can leaned his head on her shoulder, "I feel very uncomfortable. Why did you come back early?"
Cong Mo was stunned for a moment, then said casually, "Master called me for something, so he informed me that I was back in advance."
"What's up?"
"About the Sword Mountain Tournament."
Leng Can didn't doubt it and hugged her waist tightly, "Oh!"
Yin Yi rolled his eyes at the two of them being so affectionate. "Cong Mo, were you the one who tied me and my brother up yesterday?"
"Yeah." Cong Mo said calmly, "I'm afraid you'll kick off the quilt, so I tied you up so you won't catch a cold."
"That's right." Leng Can chimed in, "Xiao Mo is thinking about you guys, and you're still criticizing her."
Yin Yi: “…”
Wrong logic.
"Forget it, I won't bother with you guys." Yin Yi waved goodbye, "I'm leaving first, the two of them have already gone back."
Cong Mo reminded, "Well, be careful on the road."
Yin Yi left, leaving only the two of them. Leng Can became even more unscrupulous, "Xiao Mo... do you miss me?"
"We've been apart for less than an hour."
"That's a long time too." Leng Can said to her seriously, as if he really wanted to instill this idea into Cong Mo's head. "In the human world, it's a day and a night! We only wake up in the evening."
Cong Mo nodded, "Okay then..."
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