Catching Sesler?

One had to know that although Fu Gui currently only possessed the combat strength of an Eighth-Level Magical Beast, his defense was extremely high, and even a Ninth-Level Magical Beast Purple-Striped Black Bear could not harm him.

Yet Moke's stray sword stroke, even though not aimed at him, still caused Fu Gui to feel a deep sense of threat, which showed that the physical attack contained within Moke's strike was definitely not weak.

"This move is something I created by adding a physical attack on the basis of Sword Cry. I haven't named it yet."

Moke held Fu Gui, then raised his hand to withdraw the "Silence" magic within the room.

He was also pondering, feeling that it was time to give this move a new name.

After all, the move Sword Cry was only aimed at the soul, whereas his new move targeted both the soul and the physical body simultaneously, and its impact on the soul aspect had also increased quite a bit.

"This move of mine affects both the soul and the physique. How about calling it Soul Snatcher?"

Moke's soft murmurs caused the Fu Gui in his arms to roll his eyes: "Boss, doesn't this Soul Snatcher sound a bit uncool?"

"What on earth have you been learning from Bebe all day long?" Moke, in a fit of shame and anger, ruthlessly plucked him a couple of times.

However, thinking about it himself, this name did indeed sound a bit chuunibyou.

"Forget it, forget it. It's not appropriate to keep using Sword Cry either, so let's call it Sword Chant."

"That can be considered changing a name, anyway!" Finally, Moke nodded with satisfaction.

"Boss, your naming sense really isn't great."

Fu Gui in his arms muttered, but he didn't dare say too much.

"Go eat your food."

Fu Gui was using soul transmission, and Moke naturally heard it loud and clear. With a trace of sheepish annoyance, he tossed the little fellow a Ninth-Level Magic Crystal Core before heading out the door.

"Crunch, crunch!" Behind him, Fu Gui happily chewed on the Ninth-Level Magic Crystal Core.

"Right now, Fu Gui's strength is about the same as Bebe's, somewhere between the seventh and eighth levels, but Fu Gui was born five years later than Bebe!"

"As fellow Divine Beasts, the reason Fu Gui can grow this fast is perhaps also because of these magic crystal cores. That's right, if he didn't grow after devouring such immense energy, it would be a ghost story."

Moke muttered to himself as he walked out the door.

Creating the move Sword Chant left Moke brimming with spirit despite staying up all night, and he felt fantastic.

"Huh?"

The moment he stepped outside, he saw four or five tall, well-proportioned middle-aged men heading toward Balan's residence, the soul aura of one of them being exceptionally familiar.

"It's the thief who stole Prust's child!" Moke's spirit instantly jolted.

Waiting until the few individuals walked some distance away, he casually pretended to drift closer.

Moke ultimately sat down at a very crude breakfast stall outside Balan's residence.

He chose an outer-facing seat, raising his eyes to see those four or five people standing at Balan's doorway.

Although the slums were filled with poor people, there were distinctions even among the poor, and there were even fugitives and assassins hiding within the slums.

Among these people, quite a few were willing to spend a little money on a meal.

Just as Moke's bowl of white congee and white-flour stuffed pie were served, Balan happened to open the door.

Seeming to be in a great rush, the few men exchanged rapid words at the door, completely unaware that there was a Seventh-Level Warrior with exceptional hearing nearby.

"Balan, that old bastard has been spotted. The Inquisition's deacons are joining forces with us this time; we absolutely cannot let that old fellow run away!"

"Hmph, how many times has he been spotted? When was there ever a time he didn't escape?"

The middle-aged man Balan sneered: "Why aren't the Cult's Saint Realm powerhouses making a move?"

"Balan, what Saint Realm powerhouses want to do is not something we can order around."

"This time we have five Ninth-Level Ascetics, plus three Special Deacons from the Inquisition. That old bastard definitely won't get away!"

"That's what they said before... Whatever, let's move out!"

After speaking, Balan went back inside to strap on his weapon, then departed rapidly alongside the four men.

Moke, sitting at the breakfast stall eating, had a look of pleasantly surprised emotion surging within his eyes.

"Sesler? They seem to be off to hunt down the Undead Grand Magus Sesler?"

"Yet according to the timeline, Sester won't be caught by them until a few years later. Could it be that Sesler escapes again this time?"

Moke finished his breakfast in two shakes of a lamb's tail, murmuring joyfully in his heart: "However, this time I will never let you escape!"

"Fu Gui!"

He called out within his mind, "Hurry over, prey has been spotted!"

"Awooo!"

Fu Gui's excited howl rang out in Moke's mind.

"Boss, give me a chance! I want to fight a Ninth-Level Warrior!"

Fu Gui was also excited, boasting that he would slay a Ninth-Level Warrior!

He declared he couldn't just keep being a freeloaders!

"Fenlai City is bustling with people from all walks of life, and tailing a few Ninth-Level Warriors is still quite simple. Once we leave Fenlai City, however, the population thins out, making it hard for me to stay hidden."

"Strike the moment we leave the city? What if that attracts a Saint Realm powerhouse's pursuit..."

Moke quickly pondered while tailing the group.

"Boss, I'll go through fire and water for you!" At this time, Fu Gui bravely volunteered: "Although I can't beat them, they definitely won't be able to spot me!"

"Fu Gui, can you pull it off?"

Moke smiled: "If you get caught, you're going to end up made into a handbag."

"I am a Divine Beast!" Fu Gui wailed indignantly in Moke's mind.

"All right, be careful."

Moke thought it over and nodded directly.

With Fu Gui's defensive power and speed, even if several Ninth-Level Warriors truly discovered him, it would be enough to last until he arrived.

"Leave it to me!"

In a deserted area outside Fenlai City, Fu Gui sniffed the ground like a police dog, and then his tiny body abruptly bolted off in one direction.

Moke closely followed behind, yet trailed far in the rear.

Balan's group of five traveled at top speed, completely unaware of Fu Gui, who was sneaking along behind them. One of them frowned with worry and said: "Are our men still tracking? You don't think that Sesler is actually heading into the Magical Beast Mountain Range, do you?"

"If he really enters the Magical Beast Mountain Range, Keli, you shouldn't follow us anymore."

As a disciple of Fallen Leaf, Balan ranked as a leader among the Ascetics.

With him speaking thus, an Ascetic beside him also immediately laughed: "Keli, even though you lucked out and stole the cub of a Blood-Eyed Mane Lion, you haven't dared set foot in the Magical Beast Mountain Range ever since."

"Hmph!"

Keli sneered: "Once I raise that cub into a Saint Realm Magical Beast, and then become a Saint Realm warrior myself, I'll go straight in and slaughter that Blood-Eyed Mane Lion!"

"Fair enough, though I personally feel I have little hope of ever reaching the Saint Realm."

Another Ascetic beside them said coldly.

They also knew that the probability of Keli becoming a Saint Realm expert was actually very slim.

Among the five, Balan—who possessed the most outstanding talent and was also the youngest—held the greatest hope of reaching the Saint Realm, seeing as Balan had already become a Ninth-Level powerhouse at the age of forty.

"Not good! Aier's side has exchanged blows!"

"Hurry up!"

Among the five, the man who had magical beasts accompanying another group tasked with tracking Sesler suddenly roared with a solemn expression.

"Full speed ahead, stop holding back your battle qi!" Balan's expression also tightened.

"Boss, they've picked up the pace, you speed up too!"

Fu Gui, sneaking around at the rear, delivered his voice into Moke's ears in a timely manner.

"Oh? Have they exchanged blows?" Moke instantly shifted into his dragon-form.

This place was sparsely populated, so there was no need to worry about being seen by others.