Fairy, don't be afraid, I'm about to begin my strategy.

"A spring outing?"

"That's right, Tiger Ravine is a beautiful place, full of spiritual energy, and surrounded by many rare flowers and herbs. We can explore it; perhaps you, Junior Sister, are blessed with good fortune and might have a wonderful encounter!"

After finishing speaking, Young Master Zhao looked at Shen Mo with anticipation.

What kind of trouble are they up to this time?

Shen Mo sensed that Young Master Zhao was about to pull another stunt, but the magic wand had worked exceptionally well last time. If he could use this opportunity to further increase his senior sister's favorability, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

"OK."

"Junior sister, you agreed! That's wonderful..."

Before Young Master Zhao could finish speaking, Shen Mo slammed the door shut, leaving him standing there bewildered in the wind.

……

"Junior sister, is Senior Sister Lin going too?"

"Yes, is that not allowed?"

Young Master Zhao touched his nose, secretly lamenting his oversight. He hadn't explicitly stated that only Junior Sister Chen was allowed to go with him.

Young Master Zhao would never dare to provoke this Senior Sister Lin.

But the other party has profound cultivation. If she interferes, wouldn't the plan to save the beauty be ruined? And if she injures those cousins, wouldn't I be punished by the family law?

Just as Young Master Zhao was anxious and at a loss, he suddenly remembered his beloved Senior Brother Bai and immediately had an idea.

The three of them each rode a swift and spirited steed and headed towards Tiger Ravine.

Since the three of them were in a leisurely mood, they walked and stopped frequently, and their pace was not fast. They arrived at Tiger Gorge at noon.

Menghujian is located in the Lingyun Mountains. Two dangerous mountains are closely connected, and from a distance, they look like a tiger descending the mountain. There happens to be a rushing stream in the mountains, hence the name Menghujian.

At the foot of the mountain, in a low-lying area, mountain streams converge to form a clear pond, which is full of lotus flowers, creating a rather elegant and tranquil scene.

Upon seeing the scenery, Shen Mo's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected such a spectacular sight to exist amidst the rolling mountains.

Lin Zhixia seemed to have never been here before. Upon seeing the pond full of lotus flowers, she was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled Shen Mo inside to pick some.

At this moment, Young Master Zhao had no interest in sightseeing at all, and looked around anxiously.

Where is everyone? Why aren't they here yet?

Just as he was eagerly waiting, a horse neighed and galloped towards him.

"What a coincidence, everyone!"

Seeing Bai Xiaofeng panting heavily, Shen Mo finally understood what had happened.

He had been wondering who taught Young Master Zhao all those outrageous tricks, but now he'd finally found the culprit.

Such a massive mountain range, you'd be a fool to stumble upon it!

Shen Mo was genuinely curious about what kind of spectacular performance the two of them would deliver today.

"Why are you so late!"

"Don't worry, senior brother. Leave it to me. I'll distract Senior Sister Lin while you carry out your plan."

Before long, Bai Xiaofeng suggested that they search for spiritual plants in pairs. Seeing Lin Zhixia looking at him with a questioning gaze, Shen Mo gave her a reassuring look in return.

Seeing Bai Xiaofeng and Lin Zhixia walk away, Young Master Zhao hurriedly stepped forward, "Junior Sister, I know of a special place nearby, with extremely rich spiritual energy and possibly rare spiritual plants. Shall we go there together?"

Seeing Young Master Zhao dressed in pure white, holding a folding fan, and deliberately acting like a scholar, Shen Mo couldn't help but find it amusing.

Shen Mo followed Young Master Zhao along the narrow path of Fierce Tiger Ravine to a clearing on a cliff. The spiritual energy here was abundant, making it a perfect place to pick spiritual plants.

Although they are not rare or precious spiritual plants, picking them is quite fun.

Shen Mo was so engrossed in picking the fruit that he didn't notice Young Master Zhao's whereabouts at all.

When he came to his senses, the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the howling wind at the edge of the cliff.

"Don't move, it's a robbery!"

Suddenly, three men in black sprang out from the grass on the cliff, looking menacingly at Shen Mo.

The three of them were dressed in classic attire; it was a mystery which brilliant strategist had devised the plot. Shen Mo was too lazy to complain and could only obediently play along.

"Hey, who are you? What do you want?"

Shen Mo deliberately feigned fear, crossed his arms over his chest, and hastily retreated, even stumbling slightly in the process.

One of the men in black stepped forward, deliberately looking menacing. "Robbery! Hand over your spirit stones!"

Shen Mo curled up into a ball, feigning a pitiful look, "Ah, but I don't have any spirit stones!"

"Heh, heh, heh, if you don't have spirit stones, then let's rob you of your virtue!"

"Ninth Brother, that line wasn't in the script!"

"I added it on the spot, don't you think it makes it look more real?"

After listening, the man in black realized that Lao Jiu's words made sense. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "Young lady, I see you have delicate skin and are quite attractive. Why don't you keep us company and have some fun!"

"This eighth brother doesn't seem to be acting!"

Shen Mo was practically rolling his eyes to the heavens. Where did Young Master Zhao find these actors? They're all incredibly clever!

Before Shen Mo could react, a sudden angry shout drew everyone's attention.

"Hey, who are you, daring to insult my Junior Sister Chen? Do you even know the meaning of death?"

At the summit of the mountain cliff, a gnarled ancient tree juts out into the clouds.

A figure in white stood alone atop a tree, a long sword in his left hand gleaming coldly, his right hand behind his back, his robes billowing like clouds in the fierce wind.

He slightly raised his head, forming a 45° angle as he looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the surging sea of ​​fog and reaching into the depths of the heavens, giving off an air of aloofness and loneliness.

"And who are you, daring to ruin our brothers' plans? State your name immediately!"

"Ha, where did this short-sighted thief come from, daring to run wild on Lingyun Sect's territory!"

As he spoke, Young Master Zhao twirled his sword and said in a deliberately profound tone, "I am Zhao Yunqi, the grandson of the current head of the Zhao family, a thousand-year-old family of cultivators in Lingzhou, and the chief envoy of the outer sect's medicine garden of the Lingyun Sect."

The eighth man in black stepped forward. "So it's the eldest son of the Zhao family. It's an honor to meet you! It seems things can't be resolved peacefully today. The three of us brothers will have to experience your skills."

"Since you refuse to leave, don't blame me for being impolite!"

After both sides completed their procedures, they stopped wasting words and began exchanging blows, their spells flying as they clashed in battle.

By this time, Shen Mo had long lost the energy to complain. He raised his hand to his forehead, thinking, "It's too classic, really too classic."

But to be fair, the battle scenes were quite entertaining.

Although these people's acting skills were lacking, they were all from prestigious families and had a solid foundation. Their basic skills were solid, their techniques were proficient, and their moves were flashy, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.

As he watched, Shen Mo felt an urge to grab a handful of sunflower seeds and occasionally shout "Bravo!"

Although the four of them used flashy moves, it was clear that form outweighed substance; after a few rounds of ping-pong, their clothes were only slightly dirty.

Zhao the eldest son seized the opportunity to reveal an opening, and Lao Ba, understanding perfectly, thrust out his sword straight out, piercing the blood pack that Zhao had hidden in his left shoulder beforehand, and the blood instantly soaked into his white clothes.

Young Master Zhao staggered backward, "A three-on-one attack is not the act of a hero, it's utterly despicable!"

"Heh, heh, heh, now you know how powerful we three brothers are, huh? Why don't you surrender? If that little wench pleases us, we'll give you a good time too!"

Upon hearing this, Young Master Zhao's face darkened; this line wasn't in the script.

The eighth brother couldn't help but think to himself, "The ninth brother is adding his own drama again!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lao Ba stuck it on and created a flaw.

Young Master Zhao immediately understood and slashed at the other man's abdomen with a dashing sword. For some reason, the eighth brother's blood pack dosage was too high, splattering blood all over his face.

The eighth brother flew backward dramatically, clutching his stomach with one hand and pointing at Young Master Zhao with the other, "It's the Zhao family's Cloud-Picking Sword Technique! I didn't expect you to have learned it! Get out of here!"

The blood was so thick that it blurred Zhao Gongzi's vision. Helpless, he could only wipe his face, and the pale-faced swordsman instantly turned into a red-faced Guan Gong.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

With a loud shout, Young Master Zhao flew into the air, his true energy surging and his sword aura intensifying. The exquisite flying sword detached from him and slowly rose, the surrounding spiritual energy becoming increasingly dense, gradually forming a spiritual energy longsword that grew dozens of times larger.

As the altitude continued to rise, the spiritual energy sword continued to grow larger and thicker.

Meanwhile, Young Master Zhao's own spiritual energy was constantly dissipating, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, clearly indicating that he was somewhat powerless.

He went to great lengths to show off.

This move, "Slicing Through Clouds and Mist," completely drained his spiritual energy. Even if it severely injured his enemy, he would be too weak to fight again, and he would never use it in a real battle.

Young Master Zhao's veins bulged, and his whole body trembled slightly, which sent chills down the spines of the three men in black.

"Wow, they're really going all out! The power of love is truly amazing!"

The three had no choice but to scatter and flee, escaping the attack range of the spiritual energy sword.

"The Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique: Slicing Through Clouds and Mist!"

The longsword, which had been gathering strength for so long, finally slashed down slowly. Although it looked slow, the spiritual energy within was extremely explosive, and an invisible pressure continuously tore and destroyed the surrounding objects.

"Boom!"

The long sword suddenly fell, striking the mountainside of Tiger Ravine, causing the entire ground to tremble.

The sword mark, which is more than ten meters long, has ravaged the vegetation on the mountainside. Although it is not deep, its imposing presence is truly frightening.

"Is this the legendary greatsword? Its power is truly explosive!" Shen Mo muttered to himself, unable to resist clapping his hands in delight.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the power of Young Master Zhao's sword technique, a deafening roar suddenly pulled them back to reality, and the mountains of Tiger Ravine trembled even more violently.

The roars of beasts were continuous, coming from afar and getting closer, clearly aimed at the group.

Judging from the sound, Shen Mo felt that the roar sounded like a tiger's howl. Could it be that there really is a tiger in this Fierce Tiger Ravine?

Oh no, these guys have gone too far!