49: Chapter 49 Returning Home in Glory

"Jigong Mountain?"

When the soldier mentioned this, Zhao Mo had an impression.

He remembered that when he first took a flying boat to the Xuan Sect, he had seen from afar a mountain that looked like a rooster.

"Sit tight."

Zhao Mo increased the output of the Formation. A great force surged, and they instantly shot out of the sea of clouds, leaving a long trail behind.

The soldiers on the flying boat shrieked, their Faces turning red as they watched the clouds and mist receding.

Seeing this, Zhao Mo returned directly to the Formation room, no longer disturbing their fun.

After Zhao Mo left, another cheer came from the deck of the flying boat.

Zhao Mo shook his head. "These soldiers are truly cute; they don't know fear at all."

At this moment, if Zhao Mo hadn't activated the defensive Formation on the flying boat, every single person on the deck would have been blown away by the strong wind.

Actually, what Zhao Mo didn't know was that his father, in order to inquire about his information, had sent out eight hundred men. These eight hundred were selected from the best of the best within the entire Imperial Guard of the Song State.

From the Song State to the Heavenly Pillar Mountain of the Xuan Sect, only these dozen or so arrived. These people could be said to have not-bad strength and luck, and their physical fitness in all aspects was the ceiling among Mortals. How could they be afraid of riding a flying boat?

After flying continuously for two days, these soldiers finally quieted down; after all, the novelty had an expiration date.

"Come, come, everyone, don't be polite."

During the seven or eight days of flight, Zhao Mo did not put on airs as a Golden Core True Person. He directly stewed some spiritual rice porridge on the flying boat and called these soldiers to eat together.

"This?"

"How dare we?"

No matter how Zhao Mo tried to coerce or entice them, these soldiers refused to sit at the same table as him, forcing Zhao Mo to set up a few small tables separately before they reluctantly agreed.

At this time, Zhao Mo also learned their names.

From Zhao Yi to Zhao Fourteen.

It was said that these names were a grace from the King of the Song State; whoever met Zhao Mo would be bestowed the surname Zhao.

Zhao Mo himself was also useless at naming things. Zhao Yi would just be Zhao Yi; it was just a name after all.

"Come, Zhao Yi, taste the enlightenment spirit wine I brewed myself."

Zhao Mo took out a small pot containing the enlightenment spirit wine he had brewed.

Zhao Yi did not let Zhao Mo pour the wine himself. He bowed, stepped forward, took the pot, and poured a small cup for each of the soldiers nearby.

"Please~"

"To our Lord."

The fourteen men held their cups and knelt halfway before Zhao Mo.

"Please~"

For these fellows who refused to change despite repeated admonitions, Zhao Mo couldn't be bothered to say anything more and let them be.

After a mouthful of the enlightenment spirit wine went down, Zhao Mo closed his eyes to perceive the divine essence within. The Five Elements circulated; it was truly wondrous.

When he opened his eyes, he discovered that those fourteen soldiers had all passed out from drunkenness.

"Oh no, I forgot they were Mortals."

Zhao Mo hurriedly checked them with his magic power.

Fortunately, they were just drunk.

One day, two days...

The flying boat continued to fly west, but Jigong Mountain was still nowhere to be seen.

Zhao Mo secretly rejoiced; it was fortunate he had bought the flying boat, otherwise he would have been exhausted to death flying on his own.

...

Song State, Duke Wu Manor.

Duke Wu, Zhao Dun, was the thirty-sixth son of the current King of the Song State, Zhao Qing, and also the youngest son.

From his title, one could tell that he was a tough person.

But this man, known for his toughness, now had a Face full of sorrow, his brows tightly furrowed.

Before him, a little girl had tears rolling down like broken pearls, her Face streaked with tears.

Her eyes were also filled with sadness and despair.

"Father, I really don't want to go and be a concubine for Liu Dafeng."

"The hundred or so concubines he had before were all tortured to death within half a year of entering his doors. Your daughter is only thirteen; I don't want to die."

"Wuwu~ I don't want to die."

Zhao Dun's mouth was full of bitterness; he opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

That Liu Dafeng belonged to the Liu clan of the Xuan Sect.

The Liu clan was an existence that could cover the sky with one hand in the Xuan Sect, let alone in the Song State.

Calling him the supreme king would be indisputable, and with his Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, it made people feel helpless.

As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, this Liu Dafeng did not Cultivate daily, but was instead obsessed with lust. Since entering the Song State, he had already taken one hundred and thirty concubines, and now he had set his sights on Duke Wu's youngest daughter, Zhao Liner.

Although Zhao Dun was a prince of the Song State and held the title of Duke Wu, he was ultimately just a Mortal. In front of Liu Dafeng, he didn't count for anything.

"Hehe, Duke Wu."

"If I give you Face, I call you Duke Wu."

"If I don't give you Face, what are you?"

"I wouldn't even want you to carry my shoes."

"Three days. Three days later, I will come to take Liner into my manor. I hope you can give me some Face."

"Understand?"

That day, Liu Dafeng drove his flying boat down from the sky, directly crushing half of the Duke's manor.

"Hehe, is this the Xuan Sect?"

"Self-proclaimed as the number one Heavenly Dao righteous sect in the world, look at what kind of people these are?"

"He eats our Song State's food, drinks our Song State's wine, and when he has nothing to do, he bullies men and women. In just three years, one hundred and thirty vibrant lives are gone, and now he has set his sights on Liner. Heavens, are you blind?"

Zhao Dun held a sword in his hand, his eyes spitting fire. The hatred and resentment in his heart made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Unfortunately, the answer to him was silence. The vast Duke's manor, and even the entire Zhao royal clan, were waiting for Zhao Dun to make a choice.

"Forget it, forget it. Little Liner, it is Father who has failed you."

Two lines of clear tears flowed from Zhao Dun's eyes, and he seemed to have aged ten years.

Tianxuan Palace.

This was a palace built with the entire strength of the Song State; its luxury surpassed even the Zhao royal palace.

"Palace Master, it is said that the Zhao royal clan has a prince Cultivating in the Xuan Sect, and I heard he is a Golden Core True Person. If he returns and finds out how we treat the Song State, will there be trouble?"

"Trouble?"

"What trouble?" This Liu Dafeng looked like a talented person and actually had the appearance of a scholar. One could only say that the Liu clan's genes were truly impeccable; they were all handsome people.

"Whatever Golden Core True Person he is, he must kneel before my Liu clan. Have you not heard of 'sharing the same fate as the Sect'? That refers to my Liu clan," Liu Dafeng said carelessly.

"Furthermore, I have already had people check; there is no Golden Core True Person named Zhao Mo in the Xuan Sect. Rest assured."

"Hehe, let me tell you, that Zhao Liner is a top-tier beauty. When I have had enough fun, I will bestow her upon you. Hehe, let you have some fun too."

The few Xuan Cult Cultivators under Liu Dafeng revealed looks of joy, completely oblivious to the fact that Zhao Liner was only thirteen years old.

Xinghua Gate.

Zhao Mo led Zhao Yi and the other fourteen people through this gate into the capital of the Song State.

It was already the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Even using a white jade-grade flying boat, Zhao Mo and his group had flown for more than twenty days.

As for Zhao Yi and the others, they had each slept for seven to ten days. If it hadn't been for Zhao Mo feeding them some spiritual rice porridge, they might have starved to death if not drunk to death.

"My Lord, after passing through Xinghua Gate, it is another fifty miles straight ahead to the royal palace."

"Understood."

Zhao Mo looked at this bustling world and felt a sense of stuffiness.

"Is this the turbid Qi of the Mortal World?"

Zhao Mo Cultivated Spiritual Qi, which was the Mortal enemy of the turbid Qi of the Mortal World, so he felt uncomfortable.

"Walk slowly, no rush."

Zhao Mo intended to see whether the Zhao clan had the hearts of the people in the Song State. If they did not, then after seeing his old father, he would turn around and return to the Xuan Sect to farm; he would absolutely not interfere with the Song State again.

"Hmm?"

Walking along the way, the fragmented news he heard made Zhao Mo's expression increasingly ugly.

"How bold."

A roar resounded throughout the entire royal city.