"Whether I follow the Hei Bodhisattva or seek a master, it’s all to learn unparalleled martial arts.

"To take revenge on the Blood Lotus Sect!

"So, brother, if you can help me find a master, I will be grateful to you for a lifetime!"

Su Mo laughed lightly:

"I don’t need you to be grateful to me for a lifetime.

"It’s just that your words have made me a bit curious.

"Why do you think that after mastering Divine Skill, you will be able to find the Blood Lotus Sect?

"After all, even the Young Master of the Xing Family knows nothing about the Blood Lotus Sect."

"I..."

Fang Jie instinctively wanted to speak but swallowed his words back, cautiously glancing at Su Mo:

"Brother, are you trying to extract information from me?"

"..."

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh:

"You, young as you are, are quite astute.

"Why would I extract information from you?

"We just happened to get to this point in the conversation.

"Alright, don’t overthink it, let’s first head back to Baisui City.

"A promise is a promise, and what needs to be done must be completed."

At this juncture, he glanced at the Hei Bodhisattva and said to Zhen Xiaoxiao:

"Bury them."

"Okay."

Zhen Xiaoxiao nodded and began to handle the corpses.

It was not difficult.

With a few palm strikes, the ground split open, creating several deep pits.

Throwing the bodies inside, they were buried on the spot.

This left Fang Jie dumbfounded.

Thinking to himself, if he had such martial arts, revenge would be no problem!

After finishing this task, the three of them turned back towards Baisui City.

As Su Mo walked, he pondered Fang Jie’s words.

While there was no glaring falsehood, there must be some inaccuracies.

First, the origin of this person may not be simple.

When he spoke of Fang’s Manor, there was a bit of insincerity.

It’s likely something was concealed.

Secondly, from his speech, he didn’t seem like an illiterate peasant.

Despite being a bit travel-worn, his hands had no thick calluses, indicating literacy, suggesting he came from a wealthy family.

Only after suffering a major change, did he end up in the Jianghu.

The information revealed in his words was quite important.

The name Cuiyang Mountain is likely not false.

If Fang Jie really hails from a wealthy family.

Which was destroyed overnight six months ago, the news of such an event should not be hard to gather after fermenting over six months.

...

...

There was much to be said, hence the length; with nothing said, the brevity follows.

In the courtyard of the inn, Fang Jie sat cautiously on a chair, looking at this one, and then that one.

Yang Xiaoyun, Wei Ziyi, Little Situ, Yin Xiaoyu, Zhou Su, Old Ma, Chen Dinghai, and others were all around.

Su Mo even pulled Shi Cheng out from the room.

The group surrounded Fang Jie tightly.

Fang Jie was thoroughly unnerved.

Forcing himself not to shrink his neck, he barely met the gazes of the group.

Shi Cheng couldn’t help but mutter:

"What’s this all about?"

"Found you all a disciple, see if anyone takes a liking, just take and train them."

Su Mo said casually.

"...The disciple you found, why aren’t you teaching him?"

Shi Cheng was taken aback.

"Mind your manners, call me Uncle."

Su Mo scolded.

"..."

Shi Cheng wanted to defy, but after hesitating for a while, he finally forced a smile:

"Then Uncle...why won’t you teach him yourself?"

"I don’t know martial arts."

Su Mo spoke seriously.

When he said this, everyone there exchanged glances, trying hard not to laugh.

Fang Jie was completely baffled, not understanding the expressions around him.

Shi Cheng’s lips twitched, wanting to curse but holding back, finally he sighed:

"As long as you’re happy...

"But as for taking a disciple, well, the martial arts of our Shi Family are traditionally passed only to our sons.

"If Ye Youchen wants to learn, I don’t mind him bowing and calling me father.

"As for others, better not."

Ye Youchen was currently left by Su Mo in Nanhai.

Being looked after by the sick young master.

Before leaving, Little Situ had already given instructions.

Though he might not save Ye Youchen, keeping him alive, there’s a chance some miracle might occur.

Shi Cheng followed Su Mo to Xizhou, but Ye Youchen still lingered in his thoughts.

It had to be said, truly good brothers.

Yang Xiaoyun glanced at Fang Jie and slightly shook her head:

"My spear technique is also passed down through my family..."

"My martial arts are not family-taught but only passed to women."

Wei Ziyi smiled: "If a young man learned it, he might become effeminate."

Hearing this, Fang Jie instinctively shrank his neck.

Thinking to himself, what kind of masters did this brother find for him?

None of them seem very reliable.

His gaze instinctively shifted to Little Situ, who smiled gently:

"If you want to learn from me, it’s possible...

"However, you’ll have to memorize something first."

"Memorize what?"

"It’s nothing much, just the Tangtou Song, Inner Canon of Huangdi, the Essentials of the Golden Chamber, Treatise on Cold Damage, Dumu Zonggang..."

Little Situ counted on her fingers, listing dozens in a moment, and from her endless words, it seemed this was just the beginning.

Fang Jie’s head buzzed uncontrollably.

He quickly waved his hands:

"No need, no need!"

By the time he memorized all that, the Evil People of the Blood Lotus Sect would have died of old age!

Little Situ was a bit disappointed:

"What a pity, I thought I could really find a disciple."

Yin Xiaoyu glanced at Fang Jie, smiled slightly, showing crooked teeth:

"If you want to learn from me, I’m willing to teach you.

"And considering your deep-seated hatred, my technique would be quite fitting.

"But I wonder, would you be willing?"

"May I ask...may I ask what kind of martial arts you practice, elder sister?"

"Killing Heart Demon Scripture!"

As Yin Xiaoyu uttered these four words, Fang Jie felt as if a vast sea of blood roared before him.

In an instant, a wave of blood engulfed him.

Bone-chilling cold and terror penetrated his heart, and he couldn’t help but let out a scream.

The next moment, he fell unconscious.

Su Mo tilted his head and calmly said:

"Old Chen, go and inquire about Cuiyang Mountain.

"Also, while you’re at it, see if anything significant happened around Cuiyang Mountain half a year ago."

"Yes."

Chen Dinghai answered and turned to leave.

Just as Chen Dinghai left, Su Mo abruptly turned back towards the eaves.

There, a figure suddenly appeared, and as soon as it stabilized, it met Su Mo’s gaze.

The next moment, the black-clothed man pulled out a flying knife from his chest and threw it directly at Su Mo.