The Western Divine Calculator Who Coughed Up Blood on the Spot
Outside the main courtyard of the Yinchuan Han Family.
Under a sky shrouded in dark clouds, a thin old man dressed in a tattered divination robe sat on a stone bench.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were waiting for something.
As soon as the Northern Cold Sect, Yin God had left his body, stepped out of the main hall, he was surrounded by the Han family members and brought before him.
At this moment, the old man in the divination robe finally opened his eyes and looked over with a smile, "Sect Master Mo, it's been a long time."
"Isn't it because you're too difficult to invite?"
Mo Changfeng returned the smile, but his words carried a hint of sarcasm.
He spared no expense to get the eldest daughter of the Han family to join the Northern Cold Sect and fill the vacancy left by Han Ling.
The only thing that could be done was to persuade this elderly man in divination robes, who had once served as an elder in the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.
It almost consumed the total revenue of the Northern Cold Sect's businesses over the past few years, plus a rare and precious Treasure Medicine ranked in the Sun Moon Realm.
Of course, the demands they made of the old man in the divination robe were equally harsh—
We must calculate all the backgrounds and methods of that rogue cultivator, as well as his real-time movements.
To prevent elderly people from taking money and not doing anything.
Mo Changfeng even specifically chose today, the day, as the time and place for the divination to be held at the Han family's residence.
"This is a portrait of that kid, along with some news from the Tongnan Mountain Range from a couple of days ago."
Under the expectant gazes of the Han family members.
Mo Changfeng placed the relevant items on the stone table and said calmly, "From now on, it's all up to you."
"Alas... the divination mediums you provided were far too few; this old Daoist could only say that he had done his best."
The Divine Calculator looked quite helpless and sighed, "A martial artist who could devour Miss Han Ling along with two elders of the Northern Cold Sect must be at least at the Seventh-Tier of Mountain Sea Realm. I am only at the early stage of the Mountain Sea Realm. How easy is it to calculate them completely?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Changfeng sneered and replied, "You've already asked for more than you need. Don't be too greedy. The Heavenly Machine Pavilion's asking price isn't much higher than yours."
"Furthermore, if you can't figure out that kid's background today, don't blame me for being ruthless and forcing you to return half of your deposit."
"Cough cough..."
The Divine Calculator, whose thoughts had been seen through, was not ashamed. He merely coughed twice and then regained his composure.
Mo Changfeng is, after all, Half-step Sun-Moon Realm expert. Even if he needs something from me now, he is definitely not someone I can easily manipulate.
He solemnly picked up the portrait, a faint blue aura emanating from his body. His withered hands formed a rather strange hand seal, and he muttered incantations.
Taking advantage of the brief intervals he spent performing divination.
Mo Changfeng subtly took two steps back, completely blocking his escape routes.
Then, looking at the white-haired woman beside him with her lips tightly pressed together, he casually asked, "Han Yu, would you be willing to come to my Northern Cold Sect and serve as its Saintess?"
Although his talent was somewhat inferior to Han Ling's, he had the advantage of having already broken through to the Mountain Sea Realm.
This saved him from a lengthy training process.
Next, as long as the other party actively takes the secret Treasure Medicine of the Northern Cold Sect, it can also serve as an excellent Cauldron to help with one's cultivation.
It might even be faster than Han Ling was planned.
Over the years, so many Treasure Medicine have been poured into Han Ling, almost enough to propel him to the Mountain Sea Realm, before finally sending him to the Tongnan Mountain Range to seek his fortune...
Unexpectedly, all their efforts were in vain!
Thinking of this, Mo Changfeng clenched his fists behind his back, his hatred for that unknown rogue cultivator burning deep within him.
Besides wanting to take this opportunity to bring the eldest daughter of the Han family under his wing, he also genuinely wanted to grind her to dust to repay the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures he had wasted on Han Ling over the years!
"..."
Upon hearing Mo Changfeng's invitation, Han Yu's expression immediately showed a hint of surprise.
Even the Han Family Head behind him became somewhat excited. "Sect Master Mo... is this true?!"
He had thought that because of Han Ling's death, the relationship between the Han family and the Northern Cold Sect would be severed.
It should be noted that when the other party came to the Han family to take on apprentices, they had met the two sisters, but in the end, they only took the Second Miss Han Ling, with them.
The implication is that Han Yu is unqualified.
Surprisingly, even after things had come to this point, a turning point actually appeared.
Han Ling's death... was certainly a great loss to the Han family.
But so what?
The dead always have to make way for the living.
It is precisely because of their connection with the Northern Cold Sect that the Han family holds such significant influence in the Southern Region Yinchuan area, overshadowing many other powerful clans!
Even though their families had experts at the Peak of Mountain Sea Realm, the result was still the same!
This is the power of Half-step Great Power!
Not to mention that Mo Changfeng, the sect leader of the Northern Cold Sect, is said to have condensed a huge silver moon that is tens of thousands of feet long, and even the blazing sun is already taking shape. Who knows when he will truly step into the realm of the Sun Moon Realm.
As long as the relationship between the Han family and the Northern Cold Sect can continue, the Han Family Head will be laughing in his sleep!
"By becoming the Saintess of my Northern Cold Sect, the sect will personally guide your Martial Dao cultivation."
He ignored the agitated Family Head.
Mo Changfeng slowly sat down at the stone table, his gaze falling on Han Yu, and asked in a gentle voice, "Han Yu, are you willing?"
"Sect Master... I am willing."
"My younger sister has just died, yet the murderer is still living a carefree life in the Western Region... If I cannot kill this person, I fear I will have no heart for cultivation." Han Yu bowed deeply to the other party.
Her voice was filled with deep hatred. "If the sect leader can kill the person who attacked me and avenge my sister, I am willing to take on the position of Saintess of the Northern Cold Sect immediately!"
It's not that his feelings for Han Ling were particularly deep.
In reality, the other party had spent more time in the Northern Cold Sect than in the Han family, and for a long time, had not taken her, his older sister, seriously.
But blood is thicker than water.
The other party died mysteriously outside, and as the eldest sister, she felt obligated to avenge him, both morally and logically.
Moreover, the reputation of the entire Han family in Yinchuan, in the Southern Region, was damaged because of this incident.
Even if the fault lies with us, we must make sure that the person who did this knows the price of angering the Han family!
"Of course I know you sisters have a good relationship, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to the trouble of having someone calculate that person's background."
Seeing that the other party agreed, Mo Changfeng smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "Don't worry, that person's actions are already going against the Northern Cold Sect."
"He's doomed this time, no matter what!!"
By the end, the Northern Cold Sect's tone was filled with Killing Intent!
And it was at this moment.
The old man in the divination robe, who had been muttering incantations with his eyes tightly closed, suddenly changed his expression and opened his eyes wide, spitting out a mouthful of blood!
"Not good!!"