Qin Shaofeng's purpose in visiting the Demon Mountain Sect was successfully achieved.
Mo Shanmu had never held much interest in expansion to begin with.
As a blood descendant of the Demon Mountain lineage, he simply did not care about the gains and losses of a single city or plot of land. So long as he could obtain strength like that of his ancestor, even if he handed the entire Demon Mountain Sect to Qin Shaofeng, he would not so much as blink.
Qin Shaofeng's arrival left Mo Shanmu, who had only recently acquired the dried corpse and had been searching for an excuse to enter seclusion, beside himself with excitement.
He was even more impatient than Qin Shaofeng.
So much so that Qin Shaofeng had no idea that the moment he left the Demon Mountain Sect, Mo Shanmu immediately sent away the four experts Elder Xu had dispatched.
He sealed the mountain at once.
He no longer cared about anything beyond the mountain, even abandoning several batches of benefits that were practically already in his grasp.
This earth-shaking development set the small factions throughout the surrounding region abuzz with speculation.
The Demon Mountain Sect's middle and upper ranks were equally stunned.
Yet Mo Shanmu gave no one any opportunity to ask questions.
After ordering the mountain sealed and telling everyone to cultivate on their own, he vanished without a trace.
As for those four men—
They had clearly been trapped in a certain-death situation. Not only had they not died there, but someone had instead obtained enormous wealth, making the four men's journey home exceedingly lively.
Under the watchful eyes of three pairs of eyes, that person had ultimately been forced to give each of them a share of the benefits.
Luan Meng was the most depressed of all.
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