In the global desert, I have a spring of spiritual water.

Chen Chuan stood at the entrance of the tavern, listening with great interest as Mr. Mo boasted about himself.

Storytelling always involves artistic embellishment, and Mr. Mo, as an experienced storyteller, excelled in this regard. His embellishment of the process of slaying the second-tier Saliva-Faced Spider made it exceptionally exciting, captivating the audience who listened with great interest and frequently exclaimed in amazement.

As soon as the story was finished, enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted inside and outside the tavern.

"Mr. Mo, could you do another one?"

"Exactly! I haven't had enough yet!"

"Mr. Mo, could you tell me about the blessings bestowed from heaven?"

As the shouts subsided, the people started yelling again, clearly still wanting more.

"Want to continue listening to the audiobook? No problem, just half a bowl of water for everyone."

Mr. Mo took a sip of tea and spoke slowly and calmly.

Upon hearing that water was needed, the crowd immediately stopped responding and dispersed in twos and threes. The people had only just stopped thirsting yesterday, so they were reluctant to bring water to listen to the story.

After most of the people had left, Chen Chuan approached Master Mo and said, "Sir, you have such a wonderful way of speaking. You can make even the most boring demon-slaying stories come alive. If I weren't a person who experienced it myself, I wouldn't even know you were talking about me."

"The manor lord is too modest. Second-tier sand demons are not something that just anyone can kill. Since the Taiping Manor Chronicles began to record this, last night was only the third time."

Mr. Mo seemed completely unsurprised by Chen Chuan's arrival, and as he spoke, he poured Chen Chuan a cup of red leaf tea.

This red leaf tea is a specialty of the desert; it has a dry and astringent taste, and most people don't like to drink it.

"The third time?"

"When were the first and second times respectively?"

Chen Chuan sat down opposite Mr. Mo and asked curiously.

"The first time was fifty years ago, in the year 974 of the Desert Calendar. That year, Taiping Village encountered the largest sand demon attack in its history, led by a third-tier sand demon. The demon horde included twelve second-tier sand demons and thousands of first-tier sand demons."

"this......"

Chen Chuan had just picked up his teacup, about to taste the red leaf tea that Mr. Mo had handed him, when he heard about the scale of the sand monster attack on the city in 974, and he was completely stunned.

If a single Tier 2 Sand Demon is already so difficult to kill, imagine how desperate it would be if a Tier 3 Sand Demon led twelve Tier 2 Sand Demons. If it had been that scale last night, Chen Chuan simply couldn't believe how desperate he would have felt.

"How did Taipingzhuang withstand a sandstorm of this scale?"

Chen Chuan couldn't imagine any possibility of Taipingzhuang defeating the Sand Demon. According to the information in his memory, the strength of a third-tier Sand Demon was equivalent to that of a third-tier cultivator, and the number of third-tier cultivators in the entire Shanghe County could be counted on one hand.

With a third-tier sand demon and twelve second-tier sand demons, they could even put up a fight in Shanghe City. The small Taiping Village would probably be wiped out in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"According to the Records of Taiping Village, the village chief of Taiping Village died in battle, and more than half of the members of the demon-suppressing team were killed or wounded. However, just as the sand demon was about to enter the city, a mysterious master suddenly appeared and single-handedly killed the third-tier sand demon and twelve second-tier sand demons, thus saving Taiping Village from destruction."

Mr. Mo spoke in a calm tone, as if he had told this story many times before.

"One person killed a Tier 3 Sand Demon and twelve Tier 2 Sand Demons. That's incredible!"

"Could he be a fourth-tier cultivator?"

"That's impossible. There aren't any fourth-level cultivators in the entire Shanghe County."

Chen Chuan was shocked. He never expected that Taipingzhuang would resolve the crisis in such a way. One person repelled thousands of sand demons, which was simply outrageous.

"The desert is too vast, teeming with experts, while Shanghe County is but a tiny place."

Mr. Mo picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"Have you seen the world beyond Shanghe County, sir?"

Chen Chuan pressed for an answer.

"no."

Mr. Mo shook his head and sighed, "I've only heard about it; after all, he's lived long enough."

"Have you ever heard of the Red Feather Water Bandits, sir?"

"Water bandits" is just a title given to them by the Shanghe County government; they call themselves the Red Feather Gang.

"Does the sir know anything about the Red Feather Gang? I've heard that their leader is at the second level of cultivation, but I don't know if that's true."

"More than just the second tier. At its peak, the leader of the Red Feather Gang was a fourth-tier cultivator. After his fall, the cultivation level of all the subsequent leaders never fell below the third tier. However, the Red Feather Gang active in this generation is only one of its branches, I think it's the Crimson Flame Branch. The branch leader is named Red Spider, and he is a second-tier cultivator with pure fire attributes."

A pure fire attribute cultivator?

Or is it second-order?

Chen Chuan was shocked again. A second-tier cultivator was already very powerful, but if it was pure fire attribute, it would be even more powerful.

"Sir, how do you know so much about the Red Feather Gang?"

When Chen Chuan met Master Mo on the city wall last night, he felt that the old man was no ordinary person. Now he felt even more strongly that the other party was a reclusive master.

Otherwise, how could he know so much information that even Hu Changhe didn't know!

When Hu Changhe first saw the "Red Feather Letter," he exclaimed "Red Feather Water Bandits," but he wasn't entirely sure that the leader of the Red Feather Water Bandits had a cultivation level of two.

In contrast, Mr. Mo knew that the Red Feather Water Bandits active in the vicinity were just one branch of the Red Feather Gang, and he even knew that this branch was called the Crimson Flame Hall, and even knew the name of the branch leader. The information the two had was not even in the same league.

"If you live long enough, you'll naturally know more."

Mr. Mo gave the same answer as before, and it was difficult to refute his answer. Theoretically speaking, living longer does mean having more experience, especially since Mr. Mo spent all his time in the tavern. Besides the people of Taiping Village, there were also travelers from all over the country who would stop in Taiping Village before continuing their journey.

These passersby would bring information from the outside world, so it would be true if Mr. Mo said that he learned all the information from those people.

"So, does that mean the Red Feather Gang probably won't kill our people after kidnapping them?"

Since the other party identified themselves as a gang, they must still have principles in their actions, so Chen Chuan felt more at ease about tomorrow's ransom plan.

"Probably not."

Mr. Mo gave an affirmative response, confirming Chen Chuan's idea.

"That's good. They kidnapped 17 of us and want 1000 jars of water. The transaction will take place at noon tomorrow."

"1000 jars of water?"

Upon hearing this number, Mr. Mo's eyebrows suddenly twitched.

"Does the gentleman think it's too much?"

Since they met, Mr. Mo had remained calm and composed. Whether they were talking about the third-tier sand demons or the fourth-tier cultivators of the Red Feather Gang, his expression did not change. However, when they talked about the 1000 jars of water, he raised an eyebrow, and Chen Chuan felt that this matter was not simple.

"not much."

Mr. Mo waved his hand, his expression returning to normal: "1000 jars of water for 17 lives, a good deal!"

After saying that, Mr. Mo began to drink his tea.

Chen Chuan stared at him for a long time but saw no further change in his expression.