Him, Him, or Him?

Purple Sun Prefecture, Xi Yangyang Hotpot Restaurant.

Not long ago, the Hidden Dragon Ranking was released again, and the two prodigies from a prefecture-level sect caused a sensation throughout Purple Sun Prefecture, becoming the talk of the town.

"Have you heard? Our Clear Abyss Sect of Purple Sun Prefecture has produced two..."

"What are you saying? Who in Purple Sun Prefecture doesn't know about the Wife-Prospering Fighting Soul and the Cold Fairy?"

"Among the most promising Hidden Dragon talents these days, who can rival the prowess of these two?"

"Tsk tsk, to slay demons and monsters in the Southern Border and emerge unscathed from the Third Realm, what unparalleled elegance! No, we must talk about this over this wine."

"Stuttering girl, bring the wine!"

Listening to the guests' conversation.

Wearing ill-fitting, oversized clothes and blindfolded, the waiter came running over with a glass of wine and a plate of peanuts.

"Hey stuttering girl, we've ordered wine too, why aren't you giving us peanuts?" a group of guests asked curiously.

"You... you just said... Young Hero Li... the nickname doesn't sound good."

Jiang Chulong whispered, holding the tray in her arms.

Only those who speak well of Big Brother Li will receive peanuts.

The guest was treated differently and was somewhat displeased. His companions quickly pressed him down and pointed him to the second floor, where a woman in palace attire sat imposingly, squinting at the mouth of a wine gourd in her hand. She poured the wine twice, leaving not a single drop inside, and her beautiful face immediately showed some displeasure.

The guest shivered and quickly sat up straight, just like a well-behaved child attending a private school for the first time.

"Sister Shang, the wine."

"Why is my precious disciple still in the Southern Border and hasn't returned?"

Shang Wu sighed, took the wine Jiang Chulong offered, and smacked her lips. She had long been spoiled by her precious disciple, and even this Green Vine Liquor was hard to stomach.

"I... I also... miss Big Brother Li."

Jiang Chulong pursed her lips, glanced at the private room where Aunt Mei and the elders of Clear Abyss Sect were, and asked in a low voice:

"Sister Shang, is it... Big Brother Li... who sent a message back?"

Shang Wu shook her head, not to deny it, but because she didn't know.

So Jiang Chulong secretly peeked through the doorway and started listening.

It's Aunt Mei's voice:

"Those two little fellows in the Southern Border have probably done more than just show off. You all know this. Now that the Hanging Temple is no longer there to suppress them, chaos is likely to break out in the Southern Border."

Qian Bufan, Xue Jing, Han He, and the other Peak Master and elders all frowned and remained silent.

Each elder who governs a peak is familiar with the core secrets of the Clear Abyss Sect, whose sect originated from the guardians of the imperial mausoleum.

Behind the Calamity Beast were the Great Shang Remnants.

"Why haven't Li Mo and Ying Bing returned yet?" Qian Bufan pondered.

"Do you think there's any possibility?"

Thinking of the child's personality, Xue Jing couldn't help but say:

"He wants to help defend the city in Southern Border?"

A silence fell over the room after these words were spoken.

All that remained was the bubbling sound of the hot pot and the smacking sound of Qian Bufan's lips as he pondered.

This is probably the most plausible one.

"Everyone should make plans as soon as possible. After all, the imperial court has abandoned Southern Pass. Some things are just a matter of time. I also plan to leave with Chulong..."

Before Mei Yun could finish speaking, the door was pushed open, Jiang Chulong stood there timidly.

Her small face was delicate and timid, yet it held a resilient strength, like a little white flower emerging from a stone slab.

"Aunt Mei... Chulong... Chulong, don't go."

Mei Yun was taken aback; she had never seen Jiang Chulong with this expression before, and her face darkened.

"Is it that you can't let go of this place? We can find another place and open an exact replica."

"It's different... This is... the home that Big Brother Li gave me..."

Jiang Chulong's face paled slightly, and her voice trembled gently.

She was unaware of the general situation in the world, nor of what had happened in the Southern Border.

She was going to wait here for Big Brother Li to return.

At this moment, Zuoqiu Yang, a former assassin from the Drizzle Pavilion, rushed in with a list in hand:

"Something terrible has happened!"

"What's the big deal?"

"One person has bought up all the beef and mutton in the Prefecture City, not even half a pound left. How are we supposed to do business? Is this some kind of malicious competition from other hot pot restaurants? Damn it!"

"Roll!"

"???"

Yun Province.

The entire Hengtong Trading Firm is currently extremely busy, with employees moving back and forth in the warehouse like swarms of ants.

"Not enough manpower? What are you guys even good for?"

"If that's not enough, go to the docks and find temporary workers, pay double... no, triple the price."

Sun Gui, his body bulging with fat, the dignified head manager, was personally jumping around here.

Joke.

This deal is a gift from the God of Wealth. If it goes through, he might not stay at the branch in Yun Province anymore, and a transfer to the Imperial Capital would be just around the corner.

"Damn it, what exactly is Young Hero Li trying to do?"

"This much grain is enough to recruit soldiers and horses, enough to rally an army..."

Sun Gui wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

"How is it?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. Sun Gui turned around and saw Li Mo standing at the warehouse entrance, holding a bottle of Three Lights Precious Liquid, a rare treasure that replenishes the Will Soul.

Young Hero Li gulped down two mouthfuls in one go, making Sun Gui's liver tremble.

Drinking like that, what kind of spiritual Divine Observation Realm Will Soul could withstand it?

And when did he arrive? How could someone with such profound Inner Scene not even detect what kind of technique it was...?

He had never even heard of the methods used to rush over from the Southern Border in such a short time.

"The first batch is almost complete: meat, provisions, kerosene..."

Sun Gui took out the list and handed it over, then asked:

"Young Hero Li, please forgive my bluntness, but the price of grain in Yun Province City has risen by 20%. If we don't want to affect the local people's livelihood, the next batch will have to be imported from other places, and the expenses will be much higher."

"Just go and adjust it."

Li Mo nodded and used the World Seed to store the supplies in the warehouses.

Sun Gui was speechless again.

He had never heard of such a Sumeru Object before.

Another day where Yun Province's richest man's imagination is limited by poverty.

Southern Border, Greenwood City.

The entire city is now in a state of war preparedness, and there is a palpable sense of unease.

Flying Calamity Beast from other races are already acting as scouts, lurking menacingly around Greenwood City.

An army marches on its stomach, and the granary of the Greenwood Camp is naturally the most heavily guarded place.

Now, guarding this place are none other than Qu Sheng's personal guards.

The firelight flickered as Greenwood Commander stood with his hands behind his back in front of the granary.

A cold wind blew into the empty granary behind him, making a mournful, howling sound.

"Young Hero Li said he wanted to fill the granaries of the Greenwood Camp to overflowing?"

"That's what he said, and then he left."

Huang Donglai nodded not far from him.

"..."

Qu Sheng frowned, his expression complex.

Reason told him that this was not a realistic possibility.

First of all, 80,000 people would consume at least hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain every day. How terrifying and exaggerated is the amount of grain consumed in a war? Even the imperial court in the Imperial Capital had to think carefully, fearing that it would cause serious damage.

Let alone whether they can afford it.

Even if we manage to raise the funds, how can we deliver them in a timely manner?

The idea of one person supplying provisions to a large army from afar in a short period of time sounds like a complete fantasy.

If it weren't Li Mo who said those words, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to come and wait here.

Time passed.

Qu Sheng gradually began to wonder if Young Hero Li had already decided to leave, but was simply too proud to leave before making those grand pronouncements?

In his understanding, the young hero wasn't that kind of person, but you can't judge a book by its cover, especially when it comes to matters of life and death...

Suddenly.

Qu Sheng taken aback.

The mournful sound of the wind had stopped sometime ago, as if it had been blocked by something.

He turned around.

It was the figure of a somewhat tall and upright young man. With a casual wave of his hand, he opened up a space using some kind of Sumeru Object.

The mountain of supplies could be vaguely seen inside.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Commander Qu."

It was him, it was him, it was still him.

"... You really... came back?"

Qu Sheng blankly, only realizing what was happening later.

Yes.

How could he possibly leave alone?

The Cold Fairy is still in the city.