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"It was definitely done by bandits." An Ran shook his head and replied softly, "The bite marks on the body were from water ghosts."

Water ghosts are one of the most common monsters in this world. They can be found in almost all rivers. And not just rivers, these monsters can also be found in the sewers and gutters of human cities.

Most people believe that water ghosts are the souls of drowned humans, but in reality, they are not. Like most monsters, they are otherworldly creatures brought about by the intersection of the celestial spheres.

However, compared to other monsters, water ghosts have a very strong reproductive capacity. These monsters usually mate year-round, and each litter can produce 500 to 600 water ghost eggs.

Moreover, these creatures smell extremely bad, and their organs have no value other than being used for alchemy, so few humans or other monsters are willing to slaughter or devour these creatures, which has led to the proliferation of water ghosts.

When one of these creatures is alone, an average adult man can easily kill it. However, if they swarm together, even a powerful demon hunter may be defeated.

"So, this is just a simple murder and robbery?" The little black cat looked puzzled.

This isn't right. If it was just murder and looting, why would An Ran have such an expression? For An Ran to feel concerned, this must be something more than a simple matter.

"Well, the incident was indeed a simple murder and robbery." An Ran nodded and said softly, "But there's something wrong with these goods."

"goods?"

"These are special spices from Toussaint. If we sell them in Novigrad, this truckload of spices will cost at least 100,000 orens."

"Wow! Isn't that almost the same price as gold?"

"That's right." An Ran nodded slightly and said, "But if they were murdering and looting, why did they remain indifferent to these spices? Instead, they scattered them all over the floor?"

"Why...?" the little black cat asked curiously.

"Because the robbers' target is something more precious than this gold." An Ran stood up and said calmly.

986 Demonic Cult Monster?

"Something more precious than gold?" The little black cat was stunned, with a surprised expression on his face.

There are indeed things in this world that are more precious than gold, such as warlocks' magic books, high-level monster debris materials, high-level alchemical tools, etc.

But these are even rarer than gold, and it is unlikely that a caravan with only a few guards could escort such extremely rare items.

Apart from these, what is more precious than gold?

The little black cat didn't quite understand, but it really wanted to know.

"Yeah." An Ran nodded, looking around the overturned truck. "These guards, including the vendors, are also not right."

"what?"

"Normally, when faced with an ambush, people would immediately react with fear. However, these guards and even the merchants were very well-trained. They simply hid on the side of the carriage, using the carriage and its cargo to shield themselves from stray arrows."

"If that's the case..." The little black cat was stunned for a moment and whispered, "Are these guards and vendors not ordinary people?"

"Probably not." An Ran glanced at the palms of the mutilated corpses, and saw that their palms and knuckles were covered with calluses. Moreover, these people all had more or less old wounds on their bodies, some from knife cuts and some from burns.

It would be understandable if only the guards had such marks, but why did the two merchants in merchant clothes also have such scars?

An Ran's lips curled slightly as she thought this. "So, Nilfgaard's spies have already entered the heart of Redania."

"Nilfgaard's spies? Them?" The little black cat was stunned.

"Let's go. What happens next is nothing we need to worry about." An Ran shrugged and said, "Just tell the person who issued the task the location here."

"But, the person who issued the quest could very well be Nilfgaard's spies, right?" The little black cat looked worried and whispered, "Is it okay to just hand in the quest like this?"

"Do you think we should contribute to the war in the north?" An Ran asked.

The little black cat was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. "I understand."

She now understood An Ran's thoughts. He had absolutely no interest in the war between the Northern Kingdom and Nilfgaard. To An Ran, neither the Northern Kingdom nor Nilfgaard were on his side.

He would not side with the Northern Kingdom, nor would he lean towards Nilfgaard. In Anran's eyes, these feudal kingdoms and empires should be destroyed.

Or to be more precise, Enron only sided with the vast majority of oppressed people.

The little black cat didn’t quite understand this idea before, but now she really understands it completely.

Just as she was thinking about it, An Ran's gaze had already turned to the chat group again.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: This sea beast god's trial seems quite interesting, and it is always used directly on the soul. [Picture]

When the image opened, Sarah was standing in front of the temple, frozen in place like a statue. Her soul had been sucked out by a shimmering tentacle, suspended in mid-air.

Curly: Damn, why is there holy light in the soul state? That's the soul, who the hell would desire a soul?!

Illustrator: That's hard to say. Maybe some people just have special quirks? You know what I mean, some people.

Curly-haired guy: What the hell are you talking about!

Hatchet Girl: He's anxious! He's starting to identify himself with the person he's dealing with!

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: I don’t have one!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Poof, another one comes out.

Curly Hair: This damn group chat system, it's fine if it only blocks adultery, but it even blocks a kind-hearted person like me! This is simply unbearable!

The villain in Soul Society: Can you have a little shame?

The illustrator of the book: If he had any shame, he would not be Sakata Gintoki.

Curly: What the hell are you talking about?

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Oh, yes, yes, we all said stupid things.

Li Mochou shook her head helplessly. At this time, Zhang Cuishan, one of the Five Heroes of Wudang, had already raised his fist, as if he wanted to commit suicide on the spot like in the original novel.

"Tsk." Li Mochou smacked her lips and decisively raised her finger and pointed.

Bang.

Zhang Cuishan's movement was interrupted directly and his body flew backwards.

Zhang Sanfeng, reacting quickly, raised his arms to pick him up and at the same time relieved the force on him. "Thank you for your help, young man!"

"You're welcome. It's just a piece of cake." Li Mochou shrugged.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in front of the Zixiao Palace turned their gazes towards her. Some showed surprise, while others had solemn expressions.

"Amitabha." An old monk in a cassock stepped out from the Shaolin camp and clasped his hands together before Li Mochou, saying, "May I ask your name, benefactor? What sect do you belong to?"

"Ancient Tomb, Li Mochou." Li Mochou did not hide it and said it directly.

what?

Hearing her words, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been calm, was suddenly stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face. The others looked at each other in confusion and bewilderment.

"Tomb?"

"Is there such a sect in this world?"

"Never heard of..."

This is understandable, as the Ancient Tomb Sect itself is an extremely niche sect. Decades ago, even when the Five Great Masters of the World were gaining fame, the public knew very little about the Ancient Tomb Sect.

The story of Yang Guo, the Condor Heroes, coming from an ancient tomb was only circulated in a small circle.

And today, decades later, few people know about the Ancient Tomb sect.

of course.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had always been secretly in love with Guo Xiang, naturally knew about this. He had also heard of the name of the Red Snake Fairy Li Mochou. But hadn't she disappeared in the battle of Xiangyang that year?

how come……

"There's no need to test me, Master." Li Mochou ignored the expressions and comments of the people around her and said calmly, "Since I'm here today, it's impossible for you to find out the whereabouts of the Dragon Slaying Sword. Before I change my mind, you'd better hurry down the mountain."

"what did she say?"

“You actually let us go down the mountain?”

"Who does this guy think he is?"

The heroes were shocked and angry, looking at Li Mochou coldly.

Among them, Nun Miejue had a grim expression, gripping the hilt of the sword at her waist. "How dare you, a demon from the demonic sect, be so presumptuous here?!"

987 The Shocked Martial Artists

"Here it comes, here it comes, as expected." Li Mochou chuckled and said, "The label of a demonic cultist has been slapped right on you. Is the next line, 'The righteous path of the martial arts world, anyone has the right to kill?'"

"You demon, how dare you confuse people here?" Nun Miejue snorted coldly and drew her sword. "Watch out for the sword!"

hum.

A lifetime of whispering, a sword shining.

The sharp sword energy was like a stream of light, shooting towards Li Mochou.

Nun Miejue was already a top-tier expert in this world, and the Heavenly Sword was a divine blade capable of slicing through metal and severing iron. The two complemented each other, and their power was far more than the sum of their parts.

When this flash of sword light bursts out, even the most famous masters in the martial arts world will most likely be killed instantly.

Unfortunately, this time she was facing Li Mochou.

In the Tianlong world, he has already obtained the "Pure Yang Supreme Power" and practiced it all the way to perfection. This has long transcended the concept of "martial arts" and entered another level.

Not to mention, Li Mochou's breakthrough triggered a space-time phenomenon that sent her directly to the end of the Yuan Dynasty. With her current level of cultivation, she was probably only one step away from becoming a True Immortal.

At her level, the so-called martial artists, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, are just "mortals".

How can a mortal compete with an immortal?

So Li Mochou just raised her left hand and clenched it lightly, and the sword light disappeared without a trace.

hiss.

This move of wiping out the sword energy out of thin air seemed normal to Li Mochou, but in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, it was like the sky falling and the earth shaking, extremely shocking.

That was Nun Miejue, and that was the Heavenly Sword, not just any ordinary weapon! Such an angry attack, at least 100% powerful, could be so easily neutralized?

Who exactly is this young man?

"Not bad." Li Mochou looked at Li Qiushui with a smile and said calmly, "Your sword does bear some resemblance to the Xiangyang Divine Sword. Unfortunately, you only focus on the moves and not the intention, so it's inevitably a bit inferior."

"You, you actually know about the Xiangyang Sword?!" Miejue was deeply shocked, with an expression of disbelief on his face. "Who are you?"

"Didn't you say that I was a demon from the evil cult?" Li Mochou blinked and smiled.

"You..." Miejue took a breath, suppressing her worries and holding her hands. "I lost my composure earlier. I hope you will forgive me."

Huh?

Hearing what Master Miejue said, everyone present was shocked.

How could this fiery, righteous leader of Emei actually yield? And to a young man? How was this even possible? What secret lay behind this?

"Yeah." Li Mochou nodded slightly, which probably meant that she forgave the other party's rudeness.

Nun Miejue felt uncomfortable again. She had been so polite to him, but in return she only received a "hmm"? Didn't this guy understand the courtesy and etiquette of the martial arts world?

Thinking this in her heart, Nun Miejue said leisurely, "May I ask who you are, sir?"

"I've already told you the name of the sect, Li Mochou from the Ancient Tomb." Li Mochou shrugged and said, "I've already told you the name of the sect, why don't you believe it?"

"Forgive me for being frank, but there doesn't seem to be a sect called the Ancient Tomb Sect in the current martial arts world." Nun Miejue raised her eyebrows.

"That's because you're too ignorant." Li Mochou chuckled and said, "Ancient tombs still exist in the martial arts world today. I think Master Zhang should know about this."

"I dare not." Hearing Li Mochou mentioning himself, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head helplessly.

Don't dare?

His two words made all the martial arts heroes present gasp in shock.

Who was Zhang Sanfeng? He was the true leader of the martial arts world, a force to be reckoned with. His Taoist and martial arts skills were unrivaled, dominating the world.

Such a person actually said "I dare not" in front of this young man? This, this is simply unbelievable!

Moreover, what exactly was he afraid of? Was he afraid to be called a True Person, or was he afraid to criticize the Ancient Tomb Sect? Or perhaps, both?

"You are no longer a small Taoist, so there is no need to say you dare not." Shaking his head, Li Mochou sighed, "In the martial arts world, no one I have met has such extraordinary talent as you."

This is not a joke, but a sincere one.

Li Mochou had also seen the Shaolin monk who swept the floor. He was already a master at the age of seventy. So, he became a master later than Zhang Sanfeng, so his talent must be higher than the latter's.

But it's not.