Mortal: I can unlock the card pool by becoming an apprentice to him.

We have to find a way to get some money!

A glint of light flashed in Doctor Mo's eyes.

Coincidentally, Yu Zitong inside the body had not made any move since he found the Golden Light Temple, which made Doctor Mo wonder if he was already dead.

It seems that the Golden Light Master is quite capable; he had only just approached the Taoist temple when he had scared Yu Zitong half to death.

If we could get the other party to help, breaking the blood curse would be a sure thing.

But the problem at hand is...

Where does the money come from?

Although he had done a great favor for the Seven Mysteries Sect Master Wang in the past, the latter had never mistreated him over the years.

If someone were to ask for a hundred taels of gold right off the bat, the chances of them agreeing would be slim.

Having wandered the world for years in search of a way to save his life, he has no savings or savings.

So there's only one way left.

At noon, Dr. Mo called Lin Mo in.

"Mo'er, you've been working hard practicing lately."

Upon hearing the name "Mo'er," Lin Mo instinctively felt a shiver run down his neck and a wave of unease wash over him.

"Replying to Master, I do not feel it is hard work. I only regret that I cannot diligently cultivate day and night to repay your kindness."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Mo smiled gently and stroked his beard, saying, "Practice requires a balance of work and rest. If you only focus on rigorous training, I will start to worry."

What exactly is this old guy up to?

Although Lin Mo had doubts, he decided to pretend to be confused as long as Doctor Mo didn't speak first.

Finally, after another round of "teacher-student harmony," Doctor Mo casually revealed the purpose of his visit.

"Now that you have completely solidified the first level of the Elephant Armor Technique, I have something I need you to do. I wonder if you are willing?"

"Master, please give me any instructions. I will do my utmost to help you, even at the cost of my life."

Seeing Lin Mo's respectful and sincere demeanor, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Doctor Mo's eyes, but his face remained gentle and kind.

"It's nothing serious. I have an old friend in Lanzhou."

Doctor Mo spoke in a calm tone, as if he were merely mentioning a trivial matter. He paused before continuing:

"I had some acquaintance with this person in my younger days, but we haven't been in touch for a long time. You can go to Jiayuan City on my behalf to visit him, and also take the opportunity to go down the mountain to gain some experience and broaden your horizons."

"Jiayuancheng?"

Lin Mo paused slightly, seemingly unfamiliar with the place name, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face.

"Indeed, the journey is not short. But you need not worry, I have already prepared travel expenses and a map for you."

After saying that, he pulled out a dusty bundle as if by magic and handed it to Lin Mo along with the letter.

"Once you arrive in Jiayuan City, go to the Yuelai Inn in the east of the city and give the letter to the innkeeper, Liu Sanniang."

"Yes, Master. I'll pack quickly and set off now."

Doctor Mo nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Lin Mo's obedient demeanor.

"Go."

Inside the room, Lin Mo packed his bags while silently pondering.

It's not hard to understand why Doctor Mo asked him to deliver a message to Jiayuan City.

The former had fled quietly back then because he was betrayed by his confidant and feared retaliation from his enemies. It's understandable that he's being cautious now.

The purpose of sending the letter, however, is rather intriguing.

Lin Mo returned to the house and began to weigh things in secret.

This trip down the mountain presents an opportunity; perhaps I should take this chance to leave the Seven Mysteries Sect? Although the Southern Grand Gathering mentioned in the original story won't begin for several more years...

That's inappropriate, that's inappropriate.

Doctor Mo now knows of the existence of Venerable Jin Guang, which means that the original plot has been changed.

If, by some twist of fate, Han Li is unable to follow the original plot, then the loss for him would be enormous.

"Senior brother, what do you mean by 'inappropriate'?"

Zhang Tie, shirtless, lifted the curtain and walked in. He had probably just finished practicing, as beads of sweat still clung to his forehead.

"It's nothing. By the way, I'm on Master Mo's orders to go down the mountain for a while. During this time, please remember one thing."

"what?"

Before Zhang Tie could even process the news that Lin Mo was going down the mountain, his senior brother suddenly lowered his voice and said, "You absolutely must not cultivate the Elephant Armor Technique to the third level. Also, you must not tell anyone about this, understand?"

Seeing his senior brother's serious expression, Zhang Tie nodded subconsciously.

"Understood, Senior Brother."

At noon, Han Li finished his meditation.

"Hey Tie, have you gotten your food? I'm starving."

He strode to the table, grabbed a steamed bun, and put it in his mouth.

"Come and eat it while it's hot," Zhang Tie said, pointing to the empty seat next to him.

"Huh? Where's my senior brother?"

Han Li, biting into his steamed bun, looked around but couldn't find Lin Mo, so he couldn't help but ask.

"My senior brother has gone down the mountain on Master's orders. I don't know exactly where he's going."

"Have you come down the mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Han Li's face showed envy. Since entering the Seven Mysteries Sect, they had been staying in the Divine Hand Valley every day.

Hearing that Lin Mo had already gone down the mountain, I couldn't help but feel a little longing.

Zhang Tie responded softly, looking preoccupied.

He didn't understand why his senior brother wouldn't allow him to continue practicing the Elephant Armor Technique.

But there must be a reason why my senior brother said that.

Zhang Tie thought to himself.

In the days that followed, Zhang Tie began to deliberately control the speed of his cultivation.

He had initially thought that Doctor Mo would see through his scheme, but unexpectedly, Doctor Mo focused all his attention on Han Li, urging him to break through as soon as possible. He didn't pay much attention to him.

And just like that, a month passed in the blink of an eye.

A small, flat-leafed boat slowly approached from the dock.

"We've arrived at Jiayuan City!"

As was customary, the boatman called out to the merchants behind him.

On the shore, several coolies were already waiting to take on jobs.

It's the off-season now, so even a small boat like this can spark a fierce competition.

Lin Mo tightened the medicine basket on his back, and after the boat came to a stop, he strode onto it.

The porters, seeing that he was a teenager and that he carried nothing but a medicine basket, realized that he was not someone who could afford to be hired to carry them. So they all turned away and started talking to their preferred target.

Finding that no one was paying attention to him, Lin Mo couldn't help but think to himself: Doctor Mo is indeed a seasoned veteran; the outfit he prepared for me is really quite good.

I originally thought that no matter how careful I was, I would encounter some troubles in the martial arts world, but I didn't expect to arrive in Jiayuan City smoothly.

Previously, when he was in Jingzhou, he spent some money to travel with a caravan. Although he had to endure some hardships and sleep outdoors for a few days, he was generally safe.

Once he left Jingzhou, he could travel by water. In the eyes of others, he looked like a poor boy who was selling medicine in the city for the first time, and he didn't attract any attention.

Although Jiayuan City in front of us is not the capital of Lanzhou Prefecture, it is the largest city in Lanzhou in the original novel.

This was the first time Lin Mo had ever seen such a bustling scene. Instead of rushing to the Yuelai Inn, he strolled slowly along the long street, taking in the sights along the way.

As dusk fell, he calmly headed towards the east end of the city.

"Yuelai Inn"

Lin Mo stood at the entrance of the alley, looked up at the somewhat old wooden plaque, and then casually walked in with his medicine basket on his back.

He had observed for a moment and found that this place was no different from other inns, with ordinary merchants and travelers coming and going.

"Sir, please come in!"

The waiter at the door quickly came to greet us.