After chatting a bit with the three people, the bearded man Chen Yang invited Lin Mo to go together to the Qingxuan Sect, "There have been some mutated beasts around here, quite powerful. If we travel together, at least we can watch out for each other."

"Alright." Lin Mo nodded.

From the conversation, Lin Mo also learned the names of the other man and woman. The man is named Cao Hu, a disciple of Chen Yang, while the eighteen-year-old girl named Chen Hui is Chen Yang's only daughter. She's currently a university freshman but has been practicing martial arts with Chen Yang since she was a child and is also a Martial Artist.

"Bringing a burden along." Cao Hu glanced at Lin Mo from the corner of his eye and muttered quietly. Chen Hui, supporting Chen Yang, said nothing but her expression was rather cold. The forest was fraught with danger; her father had just narrowly escaped the jaws of a gray wolf earlier. Now, bringing along a tagalong meant that if they encountered danger, they'd have to ensure Lin Mo's safety, making her naturally reluctant in her heart.

Lin Mo, however, engaged in some idle chat with Chen Yang. Chen Yang is a native of Shuzhou and runs a martial arts school in Rong City, his strength being of a Martial Arts God. Recently, the Qingxuan Sect has been extensively recruiting martial artists for training on underground forums, attracting many martial artists. The lifelong pursuit of martial arts often makes Divine Force unattainable for martial artists, but the conditions offered by the Qingxuan Sect promise that they will train those with extraordinary talent to at least reach the Divine Force realm. This news has driven the Martial Arts World into a frenzy, with countless people flocking to join the Qingxuan Sect.

"Brother Lin, to be honest with you, don't take it the wrong way, but with your current strength, I'm afraid the Qingxuan Sect might not accept you. At your age, you'd need to at least reach Dark Energy to be considered a potential candidate for the Qingxuan Sect." Chen Yang kindly advised, worried that Lin Mo might arrive at the Qingxuan Sect only to leave disappointed.

Arrive at the Qingxuan Sect, only to be disappointed.

"I'm just trying my luck; I can't say for sure whether I can join the Qingxuan Sect." Lin Mo grinned.

The four of them traveled together, but along the way, both Cao Hu and Chen Hui weren't particularly friendly towards Lin Mo, clearly displeased with his calm and aloof demeanor, which made them uncomfortable.

Due to Chen Yang's injury, their pace slowed, and with the need to be wary of the lurking beasts in the deep mountains, they dared not venture too deeply.

In no time, it was already noon.

"Master, let's eat something and rest for a while before continuing." Cao Hu opened his backpack, taking out some compressed biscuits, bottled water, bread, and canned meat.

"Alright, let's rest here, but stay alert." Chen Yang nodded.

Immediately, they found stones to sit on and rest.

"Give something to eat to Brother Lin," Chen Yang said, noticing that Lin Mo also carried luggage.

"Okay." Cao Hu picked up a bottle of water and a can, walking over to Lin Mo, "This is from my master, for you."

"Thank you for Master Chen's kindness, but I'm not hungry at the moment and don't need anything to eat," Lin Mo smiled.

Reaching the Innate Realm, one can survive on spiritual energy, without needing mundane food to fill the stomach. If spiritual energy can meet the body's needs, then food is unnecessary.

"Heh, forget it then." Cao Hu snorted coldly and returned to Chen Yang's side, "Master, he didn't want it, it wasn't my fault."

Chen Yang furrowed his brow. Though Lin Mo seemed polite, Chen Yang could clearly sense Lin Mo's unique aura, a calm detachment, reminiscent of a reclusive expert.

"Dad, he refused it; we can save it then." Chen Hui said, pouting.

"Child, did I not teach you to be kind to others?" Chen Yang said sternly.

Chen Hui lowered her head, muttering, "I just can't stand his haughty demeanor."

Rustle rustle

As they rested, they suddenly heard the rustling of leaves from behind. Chen Yang and the others tensed, but when they saw a group emerging from the woods, they secretly sighed in relief.

However, when Chen Yang saw the leading man, his eyes widened.

"Oh, if it isn't Master Chen? How are you injured?"

This group emerging from the forest consisted of six people, five men and one woman.

The speaker was the middle-aged man leading the group. He was tall and stately, dressed in a black Tang suit threaded with gold, exuding authority. On his face was a twisted scar like a centipede, adding a ferocious air to his features.

Recognizing these people, Chen Yang's expression subtly changed.

"Master Tu, I didn't expect you to be here at the Qingxuan Sect to seek tutelage?" Chen Yang's eyes turned cold as his hand quietly gripped the Puda beside him.

The man with the terrifying scar, Tu Yiliang, shared some old grievances with Chen Yang. The scar on Tu's right cheek was left by Chen Yang.

It seemed fate had brought enemies together here, and with Chen Yang seemingly severely injured.

"Brother, is this Chen Yang?" Another middle-aged man standing beside Tu Yiliang asked coldly.

This man was short but exceedingly burly, his muscles appearing to be made of steel. Carried on his back was a giant axe, nearly half his height, evidently extremely heavy.

"Yes, I didn't expect to run into him here." Tu Yiliang nodded, a sinister gleam in his eyes.

In Rong City, a modern metropolis, killing someone would result in being manhunted. Yet in these deep, wild forests, orchestrating a scene where someone was mauled to death by beasts wasn't all that difficult.

"Chen Yang, you left a scar on my face five years ago, causing me endless humiliation in Rong City. Meeting you here today, you can only blame your own bad luck." Tu Yiliang chuckled darkly.

Upon hearing Tu Yiliang's words, Chen Hui and Cao Hu turned pale.

Both Tu Yiliang and his junior, Weng Hui, were Grandmaster Martial Artists. Notably, Weng Hui was renowned in the Martial Arts World, wielding a heavy axe estimated at around two hundred pounds with ease, demonstrating immense strength.

Together, they had an overwhelming advantage against the injured Chen Yang.

Moreover, they had four disciples behind them, both in strength and numbers surpassing Chen Yang's side.

Sitting aside, Lin Mo observed quietly, his Sword Eyebrow slightly furrowed. If they aimed to kill Chen Yang, the best approach would be to silence witnesses, meaning his own life would be in danger too.

Just as Lin Mo intended to secretly take action against them, a massive suppression descended upon Chen Yang and the others. "You have entered Qingxuan Sect's territory. Battle is forbidden here. If you disobey, our Qingxuan Sect will not hesitate to eliminate you all." A voice like thunder sounded above their heads.

The group looked up to see three figures hovering in the air. Clad in ordinary black suits, they looked down coldly upon the people in the woods.

The aura Lin Mo was about to emit was instantly retracted. Among these three, the strongest was at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, with two at Early-stage Foundation Establishment, clearly disciples of the Qingxuan Sect.

The natural and commanding presence of the three put immense pressure on Chen Yang, Tu Yiliang, Weng Hui, and the others.

"Immortal Master, we understand and will not cause trouble at the Qingxuan Sect." Tu Yiliang cupped his hands in submission.

Only then did the three transform into streaks of light and leave, allowing everyone to feel relieved.

The three figures continued flying, and among them, the leading Qingxuan Sect disciple suddenly frowned and glanced back, seeing an ordinary young man sitting cross-legged on a rock, as if resting, before shaking his head.