Like the True Martial Sect, the Fierce Tiger Sect was located in a valley near Wild Mountain. A market town had formed at its entrance as well, with merchants constantly coming and going and shops standing in dense rows.
However, compared to the True Martial Sect, the Fierce Tiger Sect was clearly far less meticulous and regulated in its management of the town. It relied more on violent suppression, harsh punishments for intimidation, and fear to curb desire.
The methods differed, but the final result was the same.
The public security in this market town was just as good. After all, anyone who caused trouble would have their bones broken, or even be beaten to death outright. No one dared take such a risk.
Chen Mo found an inn and settled in. After waiting several days, the Fierce Tiger Sect's elders, Sect Master, and elite disciples finally departed for the Prefecture City.
The time had come. On a windless, pitch-black night, Chen Mo restrained all traces of his aura, blood vitality, and spiritual power, slipping into the Cultivation Technique Pavilion like a ghost.
The Fierce Tiger Sect elders responsible for guarding the place failed to notice him at all.
There were eleven top-tier cultivation techniques stored within the Fierce Tiger Sect's Cultivation Technique Pavilion, along with one True Martial Grade technique.
Chen Mo took them all. Everything went so smoothly that he could barely believe it.
It did not feel entirely real.
Only after safely returning to the market town did Chen Mo confirm that it was all real. He had stolen twelve cultivation techniques from the Fierce Tiger Sect without suffering the slightest injury, yet for some reason, he did not feel entirely at ease.
But since he had already done it and nothing threatening had happened to him,