Chen Mo: Everything I Said Was True!

After Chen Mo gave Tang Hao a way to determine whether Tang San was his son, Tang Hao left.

Or rather, Ah Yin urged Tang Hao to leave. She could hardly wait to learn the answer, desperate to know whether Tang San was truly her biological son.

Only when Tang Hao's figure had receded into the distance did Chen Mo breathe a sigh of relief inwardly.

He had gotten a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, screwed Tang San over, and saved a trump card, though it had taken quite a bit of talking.

But this time, he had made a killing!

After watching Tang Hao leave, both Lin Yaodong and Chen Mo's younger sister, Chen Mo, had watery eyes, with the word "worship" written all over them.

That was a Titled Douluo!

He was one of the strongest people on the entire Douluo Continent, yet Big Brother had been able to fight someone like him and even had a way to kill him. This made Lin Yaodong even more certain of his choice.

Lin Yaodong said, "Big Brother, was everything you just told Clear Sky Douluo true?"

Chen Mo nodded. "Of course it was all true. Did I have any reason to lie to them?"

He was just an ordinary Immortal Cultivator. What bad intentions could he possibly have?

Everything I said was true. I just touched up the facts a little, Chen Mo said to himself.

He had merely given certain matters a deliberate nudge, while glossing over some important ones with only a brief mention.

Everything he had said was factual and genuine. Tang Hao and his wife had simply gotten the wrong idea.

Mm, yes. Their own thoughts and morals aren't up to standard, and their minds are in the gutter. What does that have to do with me, Chen Mo?

Lin Yaodong still felt something was off. "But, Big Brother, I feel like you held something back from Clear Sky Douluo, and it seemed like you were deliberately steering him toward something.

"Do you have a grudge against Clear Sky Douluo? It felt like you did it on purpose."

Chen Mo's eyelid twitched. "Oh? Is that so? Then tell me, what did I hold back? And what was I deliberately steering him toward?"

Lin Yaodong was speechless. "How would I know? I don't have a grudge against Clear Sky Douluo. Isn't that why I'm asking you, Big Brother?"

Chen Mo blinked. "Take a guess?"

Lin Yaodong shrugged. "I can't."

Chen Mo smiled. "Curious, are you? Want to know?"

Lin Yaodong nodded like a chick pecking at grain. "Mm-hmm."

Chen Mo's expression changed. "I'm not telling you. And stop prying into my business."

It seemed he should do less of this sort of thing in the future. Even his own underling could see through him, so Tang Hao had probably noticed something was off too.

No, no, no.

The only reason his underling Lin Yaodong had noticed was that he had been screwed over so many times that he had grown somewhat familiar with Chen Mo's tricks.

Lin Yaodong didn't know exactly how he had done it. He had merely sensed that something was off.

It was pure intuition.

Lin Yaodong: The more I say, the more tears I shed!

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Chen Mo closed his eyes, but he replayed what had just happened in his mind, carefully considering whether there were any flaws.

Only after going over it several times did Chen Mo set his mind at ease.

There were indeed a few minor loopholes, but he had left no flaws in the central issue. Besides, everything he had said was true; he had merely left out the details of some other facts.

In fact, Chen Mo couldn't be sure whether the landmine he had planted for Tang San would actually go off.

He hadn't deceived Tang Hao and his wife about reincarnation. According to the theories of Immortal Cultivators, that was indeed how it worked.

Tell one lie, and you had to make up countless more. Sooner or later, you would surely be found out.

But telling the truth was different. Even if he was found out, Chen Mo could add, "How was I supposed to know your situation was so unusual?"

Chen Mo also couldn't be certain when Tang San had transmigrated. Was it before the third month of pregnancy? Or after?

How could Chen Mo possibly know that?

As for the flaw in the compatibility between soul and body, Chen Mo smiled.

According to some research by Immortal Cultivators, a human soul grew slowly and continuously, stopping only at the moment of death.

Before the age of twenty, unless a person experienced an epiphany or something that caused a sudden change in temperament, the growth of their soul would certainly be slower than the development of their body.

So during that period, there would certainly be flaws in the match between a person's body and soul, points where they didn't fit. If they fit perfectly, that would be the damn strange thing.

In fact, it was only when people were around thirty to forty years old that their souls and bodies matched best. After forty, the body began to fall behind the soul: the body was weak, while the soul was strong.

So, Tang Hao and Blue Silver Emperor!

Everything I said was true. I just forgot to tell you a few things.

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Even so, Chen Mo had no intention of screwing Tang San over again.

Once was enough for this sort of thing. Besides, Tang San had no grudge against him, did he?

Why should he make things difficult for him?

Never mind that Tang San hadn't done those things yet-even if he really had done them, so what?

They had no real effect on Chen Mo!

Just because Tang San might do some disgusting things in the future, should Chen Mo screw him over and offend him as viciously as possible now?

Don't be ridiculous, all right?

They were all adults. There were countless disgusting people in the world, so was he supposed to kill every last one of them?

Could he possibly deal with them all?

Besides, when it came to Spirit Hall, Tang San hadn't actually done anything wrong. The grudge for a murdered mother was irreconcilable, and Spirit Hall had tried to kill Tang San time and again.

No one could have endured that!

At least, if Chen Mo had been in Tang San's place, he couldn't have endured it.

As for Spirit Hall showing mercy several times and failing to finish Tang San off, all that could be said was that those women in Spirit Hall had holes in their heads. If they had been a little less emotional and a little more rational, Tang San would have died long ago.

I've got the two jokers, but I won't play them. I'm just messing around. I've got a bomb, four threes, but I won't play it. I'll break it up and play them one by one. Hey, I'm just messing around...

It was a game they could have won by dragging in any random dog to play, yet they somehow threw it away. Who could they blame? They had only themselves to blame for asking for it.

The ones to be pitied were the commoner Soul Masters, small clans, and minor sects who had followed Spirit Hall. They had followed the wrong people and ended up with those masters who screwed them over.

It would have been one thing if those women had died alone, but they had also brought the commoner Soul Master class close to extinction.

That was also why, after that, no organization like Spirit Hall could ever appear again. The commoner class had completely lost its power.

Otherwise, even if Spirit Hall had fallen, other organizations that looked out for commoners would have existed.

So Chen Mo wouldn't interfere with whether Spirit Hall fell in the future, because Spirit Hall and commoner Soul Masters were not entirely the same.

But Chen Mo was determined to protect the commoner Soul Master class, no matter who came.

Whoever came, he would smash their dog head to pieces.

Spirit Hall was Spirit Hall, and commoner Soul Masters were commoner Soul Masters. They might have shared interests.

But the two could never be equated.