Haha, This Daoist Has Made It!

Inside the thatched hut, one disaster refugee after another gradually emerged, and they were increasing at an extremely stable rate.

They wore the same clothes, had the same appearances, everything about them was the same.

Furthermore, they treated the duplicates of themselves appearing beside them as enemies, and began to kill and devour each other.

However, they seemed unable to leave the area within five to six zhang of the hut.

The fighting and fleeing were always confined within this range, unable to break free from this area.

"Don't worry about it, let's go." Chen Mo suddenly slapped him, bringing him back to his senses.

The situation here had clearly exceeded normal understanding, and even more bizarre things had happened.

Let's leave first, and then ponder these issues after we get out.

With such incidents happening within Qing Province, and with peculiar demons like the Azure-robed Daoist, The imperial court couldn't possibly ignore this. He would report it back later.

Ma Cai carried Chen Mo all the way back to the carriage. On the way, they encountered two other new recruits who had gone to find Chen Mo earlier.

Although they took longer to recover than Ma Cai, they had, in the end, managed to react first.

The series of events they had just experienced had been too shocking for them. It was already good that they could react now and force themselves to act despite their inner fear.

There was still one person who had collapsed in the carriage, completely terrified and unable to do anything.

"Dig a pit and bury him here. Simply erect a tombstone to let him rest in peace. If we have a chance to come here again in the future, we can find a way to retrieve his remains and send them back to his hometown for burial."

Returning to the carriage, Chen Mo commanded the others.

They couldn't take a corpse with them on the rest of their journey, so they had to bury it first.

If they had the chance to come here again, they could consider moving his remains back to his hometown.

Falling leaves return to their roots, and burial brings peace.

For the people of this era, this was an extremely solemn and serious matter.

Receiving the order, the men immediately found tools and dug pits on the spot.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, slowly sat down on the ground, took out the leather-bound book he had obtained earlier, and finally had the leisure to read it.

Opening the cover, the first thing that caught his eye on the title page were the five characters "Grand Heaven Great Dao Art." This should be the name of this book, or rather, this cultivation technique.

Fortunately, the text in this book was in the prevailing script of Great Qian, so he could understand it.

Below this cultivation technique, there were several lines of smaller text, which were likely annotations by a cultivator.

"Haha, I've succeeded!"

The first line of small text he could see was somewhat messy, clearly showing the writer's excitement.

"After seven years of arduous cultivation, I finally managed to guide Qi into my body, stepping into the Qi Refining Realm. From now on, I am detached from the mortal world, with hope for longevity and the Great Dao!"

It seemed this cultivation technique was indeed a cultivation method, and it appeared to be an immortal cultivation technique that could allow one to enter the Qi Refining Realm.

However, considering the signs shown by the Azure-robed Daoist, although this cultivation technique had a good name, it was clearly not a righteous path cultivation technique.

The way the Azure-robed Daoist used his arm as a weapon earlier did not seem like that of a righteous person at all.

Unless all the immortal cultivators in this world used such bizarre methods as he did, this Grand Heaven Great Dao Art was definitely an evil cultivation technique.

Flipping to the next page, it began to formally record the cultivation method.

"Grand Heaven Dao, passed down by grandfather, this Dao is true, speak not carelessly, obtain the wondrous method, the heart rejoices..."

Suddenly, Chen Mo felt the text on the book begin to flow, like countless swimming insects trying to force their way into his mind.

"Boom!" Chen Mo's inner energy surged, his internal organs vibrated, like tiger roars and thunderous rumblings.

His blood energy was like smoke, blocking all these characters outside. Chen Mo suddenly regained his senses and quickly closed the book.

This book in his hand was definitely an evil cultivation technique. If those insect-like characters had entered his mind, it was hard to say what the consequences would have been.

If he hadn't been a martial artist with bloodline power far exceeding that of ordinary people, he would likely have fallen prey to this cultivation technique.

This cultivation technique could not be read, at least not now, but that didn't mean it was worthless.

From the Azure-robed Daoist and some of the descriptions in this cultivation technique, the Grand Heaven Dao was very likely an organization.

This organization had more than one person. The bandits circulating in Qing Province were very likely their doing.

With the strength of the Azure-robed Daoist, his willingness to lie low in this place meant his goal was definitely not just money, but a greater scheme.

"Get organized, let's hurry and find the others." Chen Mo carefully put away the Grand Heaven Great Dao Art, got into the carriage, and urged the new recruits who were burying the bodies to hurry up.

The new recruits then busied themselves again. The sounds like tiger and leopard roars that had emanated from Chen Mo's body earlier had truly startled them.

But since Chen Mo didn't say anything, they didn't dare to ask, and could only continue to work honestly.

After burying their comrade's body, they erected a wooden marker as a sign.

Chen Mo then drove the carriage, passing through the official road and heading towards another country road.

The roads in Qing Province were quite easy to travel. The long-term drought had made the land quite firm, without any mud.

Chen Mo held the map to confirm his location. The area he was investigating was very close to Zhao Yuncheng.

If they searched, they would find traces of the other party within a day or two at most.

After finding him, the two could then proceed to look for Mo Hu.

After that, they could consider leaving Qing Province. There was no need to look for anyone else, as it wouldn't be on the way and would significantly increase the travel distance.

Even if they needed to find other people, they would first have to send someone to notify their adoptive father, informing him about the Grand Heaven Dao and the events that had occurred within Qing Province.

It was even possible that their notification might be too late already; the people of the Grand Heaven Dao might have already made their move.

Chen Mo couldn't speed things up now. Even if he could ride alone, without supplies, he wouldn't be able to get very far within Qing Province's territory.

Not to mention that if they were unlucky, they might even encounter cultivators like the Azure-robed Daoist.

Finding others to band together with was safer; acting alone was too risky.

After riding for about half a day, several figures gradually appeared ahead. Chen Mo immediately became vigilant.

He only relaxed when he clearly saw who was approaching. Zhao Yuncheng was driving a horse carriage, accompanied by several new recruits.

Chen Mo ignored the other new recruits and quickly spurred his horse to meet Zhao Yuncheng.

Zhao Yuncheng had also spotted Chen Mo. In just a moment, the two finally met.

"Seventh Brother, what happened? What's wrong with you!" Chen Mo asked anxiously upon seeing him.

Zhao Yuncheng's right arm was now empty, only roughly bandaged. He leaned against the carriage, looking extremely weak.

"Don't even mention it. We ran into a demon on the road, and he attacked us without a word," Zhao Yuncheng said indignantly.

"That demon's methods were bizarre; he could use his tongue as a weapon. I was caught off guard and he severed my arm. But he also took a shot from me, and I took his tongue."

Zhao Yuncheng retrieved a wooden box and opened it to reveal a blood-red, vibrant tongue.

"So, neither of us dared to pursue the other, and we each fled in different directions."

His voice was mixed with fear and lingering shock. The mysterious demon's methods had left a deep impression on him.

Chen Mo wasn't too surprised that Zhao Yuncheng had managed to heavily injure the demon. Firstly, the demons they encountered weren't the same, so their strength might not be equal.

Secondly, if it weren't for the Azure-robed Daoist using the power of those strange disaster refugees, it wouldn't have been particularly difficult for Chen Mo to kill the other party with his own strength, though not necessarily easy.

Moreover, the demons they encountered shared a very obvious characteristic: their long-range attacks were strong, but their close-quarters combat skills were not much better than ordinary people.

Even though Seventh Brother's strength was far inferior to his own, as long as he could seize an opportunity to get close and injure the demon, forcing him to retreat wouldn't be difficult.

"I encountered one too, and I managed to kill it by chance. That person could use his arm to attack people."

Chen Mo also took out his trophy from the carriage. He had tested this arm.

Its texture and structure were identical to a human hand, with the only difference being its incredible sturdiness; its internal bones were comparable to fine iron.

Chen Mo couldn't use this arm and could only put it away for now.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Yuncheng asked, his gaze scanning Chen Mo.

He knew the strength of that demon. It wasn't particularly strong; it was still flesh and blood, and a spear thrust would still pierce it. In close combat, it was definitely no match for him.

The key was its bizarre methods; anyone meeting it for the first time would suffer a significant disadvantage.

However, Chen Mo being able to kill that demon still surprised him.

"Just lucky, I killed it by chance. I got some injuries on my back, but I'm okay," Chen Mo explained.

Compared to Zhao Yuncheng losing an arm, his own injuries were quite minor.

Furthermore, three of his new recruits had been lost, leaving only two.

"Next, we'll go find Fifth Brother and see if he's injured. Once we get there, we'll be close to leaving Qing Province. We'll figure out a way to arrange for someone to escort you to Qingmu County to recuperate," Chen Mo told him of his plans.

Zhao Yuncheng nodded. This was indeed the best option now.

Given his current condition, he truly couldn't do anything.

The reason he came to find Chen Mo was that Chen Mo was the closest to him. By joining forces, they would have some self-preservation ability if they encountered the same demon again.

And judging by Chen Mo's ability to kill such a demon, his current strength wouldn't be weak.

So what if that demon was weak in close combat! Not everyone had the strength to get close to it and engage in close-quarters combat!

Chen Mo's ability to achieve this already proved that his strength was likely greater than his own.

Zhao Yuncheng had actually anticipated this for a long time. Chen Mo's talent was far superior to his, and his martial arts cultivation progressed faster.

The Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist was a martial art that progressed extremely quickly. He had hit a bottleneck years ago and needed to cultivate inner energy techniques to continue improving.

As for the slow progress of cultivating inner energy techniques, he had been practicing for three years and still hadn't managed to produce a wisp of inner energy.

Therefore, even though Chen Mo hadn't been cultivating for long, with his talent, his strength wouldn't be much different from his own.

Originally, he thought that by relying on his experience, he could still suppress Chen Mo.

But now it seemed that Chen Mo's strength had already surpassed his.

However, these matters wouldn't have much impact on him in the future. Therefore, he harbored no jealousy towards Chen Mo; in fact, he hoped Chen Mo would become even stronger.

Having lost an arm, it would be difficult for him to remain in the army. He could only hope that his foster father could help him smooth things over and secure a position near his hometown.

If Chen Mo did well, he, as his sworn elder brother, would also receive some care.

With their decision made, the two groups merged into one and headed straight for the area Mo Hu was investigating.