One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

Upon seeing Lin Mo's familiar face, Zhang Chulan felt his knees buckle and his whole body go numb.

"Holy crap... How come it's this ancestor brother?! What's he doing at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?!"

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat break out on his back.

Images of the World Society flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

Jia Zhengyu, who claimed to be a master in the West, was like a block of tofu in front of this big brother. With a single chop, he was split in two, bones and all.

The wound instantly charred, before blood even had a chance to spurt out.

This kind of inhuman numerical anomaly, who wouldn't be confused when they see it!

Not to mention Bao'er next to her.

Back in the World Society, the fearless Feng Baobao herself admitted that she was no match for Lin Mo, and that he could shatter her with a single slap.

As far as Zhang Chulan knew, Lin Mo was only in his early twenties, not much older than him.

If this older brother also comes to compete for the position of successor to the Celestial Master, then what's the point of Zhang Chulan playing?

I'll just buy a high-speed rail ticket back to Tianjin.

"Sister Bao'er, are you sure that dangerous smell just now came from him?"

Zhang Chulan tugged at Feng Baobao's sleeve, carefully confirming.

Feng Baobao, wearing a baseball cap, followed Zhang Chulan's gaze with her large, ethereal eyes, her eyes scanning Lin Mo over twice.

His eyes darted around a few times, then he nodded.

"It's him. The feeling emanating from this person is even more frightening than last time."

Feng Baobao chewed on a twig, her tone completely flat, as if stating a very simple fact.

Zhang Chulan gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The two were walking forward with furrowed brows when they bumped into Feng Xingtong, the young master of the Tianxia Society, who was also walking in this direction. Beside him was Feng Shayan, who was wearing a fitted tracksuit and had a hot figure.

"Hi, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao." Feng Xingtong raised her hand, a sunny and enthusiastic smile on her face.

Feng Shayan also noticed the two of them.

She stopped and nodded slightly as a greeting.

His gaze lingered on Feng Baobao for half a second, but he didn't pay her any more attention before turning his gaze to Zhang Chulan.

"Since you've run into them, Xing Tong, why don't you take them for a walk?" Feng Sha Yan tidied a stray hair behind her ear, her tone as capable as ever. "I have some friends with me, so I'll head out first."

"Okay, sis, you go ahead and do your thing." Feng Xingtong readily agreed.

Feng Shayan, wearing Martin boots, walked briskly past them.

Zhang Chulan glanced curiously and discovered that the direction the young lady from the Tianxia Society had headed was, coincidentally, the same location where Lin Mo and Lu Linglong's group were.

Feng Xingtong moved closer to Zhang Chulan, nudged his ribs with her elbow, and teased, "Hey, Zhang Chulan, I never expected you to come to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"You're a real celebrity in our community of supernatural beings now, the successor of the 'Qi Body Source Flow,' a very prestigious title."

Zhang Chulan wore a bitter expression and scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed smile: "Stop making fun of me. If I could choose, I would rather not have this lousy title. Being watched like a thief every day."

"Haha, you'll get used to it. Since you're here, just relax."

Feng Xingtong laughed heartily and pointed to the crowded area ahead. "Let's go, that's the registration area. I'll take you two there to queue up."

Zhang Chulan sighed and had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Meanwhile, on the open space on the other side of the registration area.

Lin Mo was surrounded by Lu Linglong and a group of young extraordinary individuals from the Lu family.

The scene was packed with hundreds of people, all sorts of strange characters, making it as lively as a vegetable market.

"Listen up, everyone." Lin Mo chewed gum, put his hands in his pockets, and explained the process to everyone in a low voice, "For all the betting odds in the early stages, bet whatever amount of money you have on me winning."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Canglong, Bai Shixue, and the others, a shrewd smile curving his lips.

"When it gets to the middle or late stages, when it's time to close the net, if I don't want to play anymore on stage, I'll give you a signal in advance."

"You can bet against me and make a killing on the sidelines. But let me make this clear from the start: you have to give me 30% of all the profits you make."

"Is this rule okay?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Shixue's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice: "No problem, no problem! Brother Lin, don't worry, as long as you're backing us up, this deal is a sure thing!"

Zanglong rubbed his hands together and grinned foolishly, "Exactly! What's 30%? We'd do it even if it were 50/50!"

"With your skills, Brother Lin, you could easily handle even the favorites to win the championship. We'll just stick along and get a piece of the action, that's enough for us!"

Which of the members of the Lu family stunt team doesn't come from a wealthy family?

But the thrill of personally profiting from external betting platforms is far more satisfying than taking pocket money from home.

Now that we know Lin Mo is using a dimensional reduction attack, it's like going to the bank to withdraw money.

Just as everyone was chatting enthusiastically, a clear female voice came from the side.

"Lin Mo, Linglong."

Everyone turned to look and saw Feng Shayan walking over with one hand on her hip, a smile on her lips.

Upon seeing Feng Shayan, Lu Linglong's usually aloof face instantly blossomed into a delighted smile.

"Sister Shayan!" She quickly stepped forward and affectionately took Feng Shayan's arm.

"What were you all whispering about just now?" Feng Shayan patted Lu Linglong's hand with a smile, but her gaze unconsciously fell on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo shrugged and said quite frankly, "We didn't talk about anything, just how to make money."

"Oh?" Feng Shayan's interest was piqued, and she raised her eyebrows slightly. "Making money at this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony? How exactly do you plan to do that? Tell me about it."

Lin Mo then repeated the scheme he had just discussed with the Lu family team in detail.

After hearing Lin Mo's explanation, Feng Shayan slightly parted her red lips, a look of surprise flashing across her face: "You can do that? What do you take the Celestial Master's Mansion's selection process for, an ATM?"

However, after the initial surprise, a shrewd businessman's eye gleamed in her beautiful eyes.

The World Society is all about big business, so how could she possibly miss out on such a sure-fire way to make money?

"Since you're all playing, can I put in a little too?" Feng Shayan chuckled, looking at Lin Mo with interest.

"Of course, there's no reason to refuse an investment that's offered to you."

Lin Mo held up three fingers, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, "But the old rule still applies: no matter how much you invest, you have to give me 30% of the profits."

"As a technology investment, I always set a clear price and never extend credit."

Feng Shayan looked at Lin Mo's greedy yet serious appearance and chuckled, covering her mouth: "Of course, I know the rules."

Just as Lin Mo was leading this group of rich second-generation heirs in a secret plot to divide the spoils.

On the other side of the venue, in a quiet corner.

Zhang Lingyu, with his silver hair and a cool, handsome appearance, was standing side by side with a young man with long blue hair and squinting eyes.

The young man, with a faint smile on his lips, was none other than Zhuge Qing, the genius of the Zhuge family.

"Master Lingyu, all sorts of demons and monsters have come out for this Luotian Grand Ceremony," Zhuge Qing said with a hint of nonchalant confidence. "But to be honest, I'm not really interested in the others."

He turned to look at Zhang Lingyu, a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "What I truly look forward to is having a good, satisfying match with you on the field. In this world, you're the only peer I truly care about."

As a descendant of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Qing was born with the aura of a genius.

He was an expert in the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia method and believed that his own methods were unparalleled in the world, so he certainly had reason to be proud.

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Lingyu's expression remained completely unchanged.

He was not moved by the compliment.

"I am merely a hermit Taoist priest from the mountains." Zhang Lingyu shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of admonition, "Zhuge Qing, you will soon discover that Longhu Mountain is truly a place where hidden talents abound. I am definitely not the only one who can bring you surprises."

"Oh?" Zhuge Qing raised an eyebrow and chuckled dismissively. "Is Master Lingyu being modest with me?"

Although he said that, Zhuge Qing clearly didn't take Zhang Lingyu's reminder seriously.

In his view, apart from the high-ranking master personally taught by the Celestial Master, who else among the younger generation could break his Qimen formation?

It doesn't exist at all.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out on the high platform in front of the venue.

The crowd fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the top of the steps.

Surrounded by the Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion, several elderly men, all over seventy years old but exuding an astonishing aura, slowly walked up to the high platform.

Walking in the very center is none other than Zhang Zhiwei, the contemporary Celestial Master and a peerless expert!

Beside him, Lu Jin, Wang Ai, Lü Ci, Chen Jinkui, Mu You, and others from the Ten Elders were all present.

These powerful figures, whose mere presence could shake the world of supernatural beings, gathered together, creating an invisible sense of oppression that made the young supernatural beings below the stage afraid to even breathe.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei stood still, his gaze calmly sweeping over the vast crowd below the stage.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clear as a great bell reaching everyone's ears.

"Welcome, everyone, to Longhu Mountain."

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