"Roar!"

A beast's roar resounded across the wilderness.

Above the "ruins" of Forgetting River Sect, a man wearing Dao robes embroidered with black beast heads rode a True Fire Roaring Dragon Lion, arriving atop fire clouds.

Descending from the air, the man looked at the broken corpses scattered on the ground, the congealed blood, the palace that had become ruins, and couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly.

He had come today according to sect rules, to periodically collect tributes from Forgetting River Sect and also to see if there were any promising prospects he could bring back to Imperial Beast Sect but who could have known that Forgetting River Sect would have become like this.

"Brother Wang, how did Forgetting River Sect get destroyed?"

Before long, another man flew to Wang Yong's side, his tone carrying some surprise.

"We'll know once we investigate."

Wang Yong took out a talisman.

After the talisman burned completely, some residual souls on the plain gradually coalesced, forming an illusory human shape.

This "person" was like a collection of all the souls, covered with hands, feet, and heads.

Moreover, the baleful qi coiling around them was gradually eroding their souls bit by bit.

"What happened to your Forgetting River Sect?" Wang Yong looked at this disgusting humanoid soul mass and asked with furrowed brows.

"Xiao Mo! It was all Xiao Mo!"

"It was Xiao Mo who killed us!"

"Wuu wuu, Immortal Xiao, spare us, spare us..."

"Ten Thousand Dao Sect's Xiao Mo, may you die a terrible death!"

"I'm so miserable, I want to die so badly..."

This mountain of flesh formed from condensed souls all spoke at once.

Some were crying.

Some were filled with resentment.

Some were begging for mercy.

The cacophonous voices were endless, unable to say anything coherent.

Finally, Wang Yong waved his hand casually, and the soul flesh mountain completely burst apart. Everyone's body and spirit were destroyed together.

"Brother Wang is truly kindhearted."

Wu Qingfeng stepped forward, saying with a smile.

These souls being slowly tormented by blood-baleful qi was like using souls as lamp oil. In the end, they would be scattered in agony.

Wang Yong's action gave these people a quick end.

"Hmph, it was only because they were too noisy." Wang Yong said coldly, looking at the man beside him, "However, your Ten Thousand Dao Sect disciples are truly arrogant. To destroy my Imperial Beast Sect's subsidiary sect without a word, this really doesn't put my Imperial Beast Sect in anyone's eyes at all!"

"First, all of this was done by Xiao Mo. Although Xiao Mo is a Holy Son candidate of my Ten Thousand Dao Sect, he cannot represent Ten Thousand Dao Sect."

Wu Qingfeng answered unhurriedly.

"Second, Imperial Beast Sect has so many subsidiary sects, you're not lacking just this one Forgetting River Sect. Not to mention, if I become the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Dao Sect, Ten Thousand Dao Sect will definitely establish good relations with Imperial Beast Sect in the future. For Imperial Beast Sect, this would be better than hundreds or thousands of subsidiary sects."

Wang Yong was silent.

Not long ago, Wu Qingfeng had approached Imperial Beast Sect.

One of Imperial Beast Sect's elders was Wu Qingfeng's maternal aunt, so with his aunt's mediation, Imperial Beast Sect agreed to help Wu Qingfeng eliminate the other Holy Son candidates.

In exchange, after Wu Qingfeng became the sect master of Ten Thousand Dao Sect in the future, he would need to repay Imperial Beast Sect with various heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and cultivation techniques.

Even some of Ten Thousand Dao Sect's mountain peaks and halls would need to be handed over to Imperial Beast Sect's control.

Although Wang Yong looked down on this disciple who betrayed his sect.

Wu Qingfeng was indeed correct.

If he truly became Ten Thousand Dao Sect's master, then Imperial Beast Sect could gain a hundredfold return.

"The other Holy Son candidates are easy enough to deal with, but this Xiao Mo destroyed an entire Forgetting River Sect by himself. He won't be easy to kill."

Wang Yong shook his head, his heart somewhat apprehensive.

Not long ago, he had helped Wang Yong kill two Holy Son candidates, but this Xiao Mo was truly not simple.

From the blood-baleful qi remaining at Forgetting River Sect, the other party was definitely extraordinary.

"Xiao Mo's talent is indeed high, able to kill Jade Simplicity realm cultivators while at the Nascent Soul realm, but Brother Wang need not worry excessively."

Wu Qingfeng said to Wang Yong.

"Anyone who cultivates the Blood Demon Sword Formula, how many of them meet a good end? The more one cultivates the Blood Demon Sword Formula in the later stages, the easier it is to fall into demonic cultivation. As long as your sect continuously attacks Xiao Mo, making him fight frequently without giving him a chance to catch his breath, then the blood-baleful qi in Xiao Mo's body will reach its limit. In the end, Xiao Mo will inevitably lose control of the blood-baleful qi and die from his body exploding!"

Hearing Wu Qingfeng's words, Wang Yong furrowed his brows and finally shook his head, "What you say is correct, but dealing with Xiao Mo, even taking turns wearing him down, would require at least Jade Simplicity realm elders. Right now, our Imperial Beast Sect temporarily cannot spare anyone."

"Cannot spare anyone?" Wu Qingfeng was stunned. Imperial Beast Sect, as one of the Ten Great Demonic Sects, couldn't spare Jade Simplicity realm elders?

The corners of Wang Yong's mouth curved up, "Do you know about the legendary Four Great Fierce Beasts?"

"Naturally I know." Wu Qingfeng nodded, "But what does this have to do with your sect..."

Halfway through speaking, Wu Qingfeng stopped abruptly. He seemed to understand something.

"You guessed correctly." Wang Yong's eyes flickered with excitement, "My Imperial Beast Sect has found traces of Hundun, right at Black Dragon Sect!"

…

After Xiao Mo destroyed Forgetting River Sect, he returned once again to Maple Leaf City.

Because there was a Ten Thousand Dao Sect branch within a hundred li of Maple Leaf City, when Xiao Mo left Maple Leaf City last night, he had written a letter to the branch master.

He had the branch master take charge of Maple Leaf City and instructed him to maintain good order in the city and not to mistreat the common people.

Seeing the common people coming and going on the streets, with all the shops operating normally.

Xiao Mo knew this branch master had done reasonably well.

Soon, Xiao Mo came to Madam Wang's courtyard, asking whether Madam Wang wanted to go to Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

Madam Wang agreed.

At this time, Madam Wang completely trusted Xiao Mo.

After all, without Xiao Mo, she and her daughter didn't know what kind of fate they would have met.

Xiao Mo had the branch master select several female cultivators to escort them.

Facing Xiao Mo's instructions, the branch master naturally didn't dare slack off.

After bidding farewell to Madam Wang and her daughter, Xiao Mo continued toward Black Dragon Sect.

It was already autumn now, with withered yellow leaves piled up throughout the mountain forests.

Every time Xiao Mo's feet stepped on the leaves, they would make a "rustling" sound.

Walking along, Xiao Mo stopped his steps, turned around, and swung his blade with a wave of his hand.

Blood-red blade light flashed.

A tree not far away crashed down with a rumble.

The young girl hiding behind the tree had nowhere to hide.

"I told you, if you continue following me, I'll kill you."

Xiao Mo turned around, looking coldly at Wangxin.

Wangxin lowered her head, glancing at the large tree that had fallen before her, then raised her head to look at Xiao Mo, her small hands gently clutching her monk robes, "I... I'm worried about you..."

Xiao Mo breathed out deeply, his tone seemingly carrying helplessness, "Master Wangxin, you are now an eminent monk of Kongnian Temple, while I am a demonic sect disciple. If word got out, does Master Wangxin not care about reputation anymore?"

"You're not a demon." Wangxin vigorously shook her head, meeting Xiao Mo's gaze directly, "I don't care about reputation. I only want you to be well... Moreover, Xiao Mo, I can help you reduce the baleful qi..."

Xiao Mo smiled slightly, "Then how would you help me reduce the baleful qi?"

"Chanting sutras! Chanting sutras will work!"

Wangxin very earnestly took out a sutra book.

"Xiao Mo, let me teach you to chant sutras, alright?"

"..."

Hearing Wangxin's words, Xiao Mo was slightly stunned and shook his head.

"Wangxin, I will kill many, many people along this path. Chanting sutras is useless. And you have a Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart. Before you lies an open Buddha path, so why must you be attached to me?"

"But Xiao Mo..."

Wangxin's eyes blinked gently.

"You're on the path before me. I cannot go around it, nor do I want to."