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

The autumn wind swept across the bluestone slabs at the village entrance, bringing with it a chilling scent of blood.

Lin Mo turned his head, ignoring Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing who had just run out of the woods, and his gaze fell on Ma Xianhong not far away.

"Where is Chen Duo?" Lin Mo asked calmly.

Ma Xianhong slumped on the muddy grass, his fingers digging deep into the soil.

His instincts told him that he absolutely could not hand Chen Duo over; protecting these confused outcasts was the bottom line he had set for establishing Biyou Village.

But from within the golden light barrier in the distance, Zhao Guizhen's agonizing screams still echoed in the air.

That fake Maoshan Taoist priest is now reduced to a piece of white spine and a head that is still panting and screaming.

Ma Xianhong recalled his prized magical artifact, which couldn't even last ten seconds against Lin Mo before turning into dust.

His fervent idealism seemed so pale and powerless in the face of a godlike power that could control life and death.

He eventually succumbed to this cruel reality.

"In the village." Ma Xianhong lowered his proud head, his voice dry.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

He wanted to make this arrogant village chief understand this simplest of truths.

When your fist is not as big as others', when you don't have enough ability to back up your losses, don't try to do those unrealistic grand projects.

"Lead the way." Lin Mo withdrew the terrifying pressure emanating from him.

Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, supporting his weak legs.

He reached into his cloth pocket and pulled out a metal sphere about the size of a billiard ball.

As the true qi was injected, blue patterns lit up on the surface of the sphere.

An invisible suction force erupted, drawing in all the crushed fragments of magical artifacts scattered on the grass.

"Wow, this is good stuff." Lin Mo looked at the sphere in Ma Xianhong's hand with some surprise.

"This thing looks exactly like the storage bag in the novel."

Upon hearing this praise, a glimmer of light flashed in Ma Xianhong's ashen eyes.

He subconsciously raised his chin, and the pride that belonged to a craftsman, artisan, and successor of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements emerged from his bones.

"This isn't just a simple storage bag; its name is Devouring Bag," Ma Xianhong said, holding up the metal ball.

"This place can store a wide variety of things; the space is much larger than it looks."

"Even if it were used to store living people, it could easily fit more than fifty of them," Ma Xianhong said, showing off his masterpiece.

"Although a living person must lose consciousness to enter, in terms of storage capacity alone, this creation surpasses the vast majority of magical artifacts on the market."

After listening to this introduction, Lin Mo began to rub his chin.

He looked Ma Xianhong up and down and suddenly realized that this guy was a rare technical talent.

Putting everything else aside, this sac that can hold living people will be quite useful in future operations.

It's incredibly convenient to hide important items inside and carry them with you.

Lin Mo immediately had the idea of ​​recruiting Ma Xianhong to his own cause.

He took two steps forward and reached out to pat Ma Xianhong on the shoulder.

"Village Chief Ma, this thing of yours is really useful." Lin Mo's smile became very gentle.

"Could you give me one?"

This sudden display of politeness left Ma Xianhong stunned.

He was used to Lin Mo's devilish attitude of treating human life as worthless, and felt very uncomfortable with this kind and amiable attitude.

After all, the person in front of him had just turned Zhao Guizhen into a lamb spine that could not live.

This stark contrast sent a shiver down Ma Xianhong's spine.

"Sure," Ma Xianhong stammered.

He hurriedly reached into the other pocket, afraid that being a second too slow would anger the other person.

"I have extra."

As he spoke, Ma Xianhong pulled a brand new food pouch out of his pocket.

However, Lin Mo did not reach out to take it, but instead smiled and shook his head.

"This is too big, it's inconvenient to carry around." Lin Mo pointed to the sphere.

"Could you make a smaller storage ring?"

"We need to install the storage function of the food sac into the ring, but the appearance shouldn't be too conspicuous, at least not as big as a table tennis ball," Lin Mo proposed the customization request.

Ma Xianhong frowned and pondered for a moment.

"It's not impossible," Ma Xianhong replied truthfully.

"However, if the ring is too small, it may result in a significant reduction in the internal storage space."

"It's okay." Lin Mo patted his shoulder again, acting like a good older brother.

"As long as it's not too small, I trust your skills and expertise."

Ma Xianhong's lips trembled slightly; he wanted to defend himself but didn't know what to say.

Having witnessed those godlike methods, he now dares not go against Lin Mo's wishes in the slightest.

"Okay, I'll do my best," Ma Xianhong could only agree in a low voice.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

"Lead the way," Lin Mo gestured for him to walk ahead.

Ma Xianhong turned around and dragged his heavy steps toward the village.

Lin Mo and Lu Linglong followed behind him at a leisurely pace.

On the grass behind, a group of top talents were still slumped in the mud.

They watched Lin Mo's departing figure with complex expressions, their faces filled with awe and deep fear.

Qiu Rang lowered his head, looking at his empty hands.

His protective jade thumb ring and gilded ruyi, which he had cherished day and night, were now nothing but a pile of rubble.

Qiu Rang wanted to cry, but his throat was dry and he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

Zhong Xiaolong cautiously approached from the side.

"Chou Rang, who exactly is this big shot?" Zhong Xiaolong's voice trembled.

"He was terrifying!" Zhong Xiaolong said, his face still showing lingering fear.

Qiu Rang hung his head, looking more dejected than ever before.

"This is Lin Mo, the one who almost won the championship at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony," Qiu Rang explained.

"I originally thought he was just someone with a higher level of cultivation."

Qiu Rang took a deep breath, his shoulders slumped.

"But how can such a rude person exist in this world?"

Qiu Rang held up the last remaining fragment in his hand, and smiled bitterly.

"Just one glance, they only glanced at me."

"My protective magic artifacts and the gilded ruyi are all shattered." Qiu Rang's voice was filled with despair.

Zhong Xiaolong felt a chill run down his spine as he listened, a cold shiver running straight to his head.

That guy wasn't even human; he was far more powerful than anyone he'd ever seen.

On the other side, Ding Zihuan brushed the mud off his clothes and walked around the potholes in the ground.

He walked up to Fu Rong and Liu Wu Kui.

"Are you two alright?" Ding Zihuan asked with concern.

Fu Rong looked down at the kitchen knife in her hand.

Her pale face was reflected on the blade.

Recalling Lin Mo's retreating figure, she felt a sense of powerlessness, as if she could no longer lift her knife.

"I'm fine," Fu Rong said weakly, shaking her head.

Liu Wu Kui clung tightly to Fu Rong's arm, his little face full of fear.

"Let's go quickly, Sister Rong." Liu Wu Kui tugged at her clothes.

"I don't want to stay here for even a minute longer," Liu Wu Kui said, his voice trembling with tears.

Fu Rong nodded immediately, her face turning deathly pale.

"Let's go, I've wanted to leave for a long time now." Fu Rong pulled Liu Wu Kui away.

There was nothing that could be done; inside the golden light barrier in the distance, Zhao Guizhen, who had been transformed into a sheep scorpion, was still screaming in agony.

Nobody wanted to stay and continue to witness that disgusting scene.

Under a tree not far away, Jin Yong stepped forward to help the trembling Bi Yuan to his feet.

"Master Bi, what's the deal with this Lin Mo guy?" Jin Yong asked in a low voice.

"I heard you tell us not to move around, did you figure something out?"

Bi Yuan leaned on his cane, his old face showing signs of exhaustion from surviving a disaster.

"He's a formidable figure, his methods are too ruthless," Bi Yuan sighed and shook his head.

"It's best to stay away from him in the future."

"Otherwise, if we anger him, our entire village will be finished," Bi Yuan warned with lingering fear.

Jin Yong fell silent, unsure how to refute.

Each and every one of them truly felt the terrifying pressure emanating from those in high positions.

Faced with such absolute crushing power, as if they were facing a true god, they simply couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

The view shifts to the bluestone path leading into the village.

Ma Xianhong led the way, while Lin Mo and Lu Linglong walked side by side.

As they passed the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, they happened to meet Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing standing there.

Lin Mo stopped and glanced at the two troublesome acquaintances.

Wang Ye noticed the gaze, immediately rubbed his hands together, and put on a playful smile.

He raised his hand and waved it.

"Hey, Brother Lin, your efficiency is amazing!" Wang Ye greeted him warmly.

Lin Mo smiled gently.

"Remember to prepare the money, Wang Ye," Lin Mo said, getting straight to the point.

Wang Ye immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"No problem, not a penny less." Wang Ye smiled brightly.

Zhuge Qing straightened his collar, which was soaked with sweat.

He also gave a polite smile and nodded slightly to Lin Mo in greeting.

Lin Mo looked at this successor of the Wuhou School, smiled, and shook his head.

"Zhuge Qing," Lin Mo said slowly.

"You really like to cause trouble for others," Lin Mo teased.

Zhuge Qing's smile instantly faltered.

He touched his nose, guiltily avoiding Lin Mo's gaze.

"No, that's not true," Zhuge Qing whispered in protest.

Lin Mo burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"Alright, don't be nervous, I was just saying it offhand." Lin Mo waved his hand.

Standing next to Lin Mo, Lu Linglong looked at the two reserved people.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, her clear laughter echoing under the tree.

"Old Wang, Old Qing, you two," Lu Linglong said with a grin, pointing at them.

"Oh dear, she's such a worry." Lu Linglong put on a bossy air.

"We need to take care of some business first, and we'll come back to find you later."

Wang Ye immediately seized the opportunity, adopting an extremely respectful attitude.

"Okay, Sister Lu," Wang replied obsequiously.

"Xiao Wang is always here waiting for your orders."

Lu Linglong was amused by his appearance and chuckled.

She turned around and continued to follow Lin Mo with light steps.

Ma Xianhong, who was walking at the front, heard laughter and chatter coming from behind him.

His heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions, like a bottle of mixed feelings had been spilled.

For the first time, he felt a strong sense of regret about his decision to invite Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing to the village.

If he had known that these two people could attract such a powerful and ruthless figure, he would never have sent anyone to find them.

The three continued walking deeper into the village.

Along the way, they encountered many ordinary villagers who were active in the vicinity.

The villagers were initially curious about outsiders, but after seeing Ma Xianhong's ashen face, they all shrank back in fear.

They all lowered their heads and leaned against the wall, not even daring to look at Lin Mo.

Clearly, the villagers had witnessed the devastating crackdown at the village entrance from afar.

Ma Xianhong ignored the frightened villagers.

He just kept his head down and led the way without saying a word.

After navigating through several intersecting alleys, they stopped at the end of the village.

Ma Xianhong turned around, raised his hand, and pointed to a farmhouse courtyard directly in front of him.

"Chen Duo is in that room." Ma Xianhong's voice was filled with deep weariness.

"Go do whatever you want."

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