52: Chapter 52 Luo Yan Reappears, the Tragic Niu Wu

"I don't know him."

The female Cultivator kept her head lowered, claiming she didn't know Zhao Mo while hunching her back, attempting to leave Tianxuan Palace.

The more Zhao Mo looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. He stepped forward and grabbed her hand directly.

"No, I definitely know you."

"Lift your head."

His booming voice echoed through Tianxuan Palace as Zhao Mo fully released his Golden Core Stage pressure. All the Xuan Sect Disciples in the palace fell to their knees, trembling in fear.

On the contrary, the female Cultivator held by Zhao Mo suddenly raised her head and looked at him.

"Hmph? So what if you know me?"

"I didn't expect you to be so ruthless."

"I liked Liu Daqiang, and you killed him. I liked Liu Dafeng, and he died at your hands too."

"What exactly do you want?"

"Should I just be your plaything, your prisoner for the rest of my life?"

Zhao Mo...

"Are you Luo Yan?"

"What the hell? Prisoner? Plaything? What are you even talking about?"

Zhao Mo hurriedly sealed her mouth, and with a flash of his figure, he brought Luo Yan into a room.

"What?"

"Are you planning to relive old dreams?"

"I'll just fulfill your wish then."

Luo Yan continued speaking while starting to pull at her clothes.

Zhao Mo shouted angrily, "Enough!"

He knew this woman was trouble. Why had he been so possessed back then?

Luo Yan's constant sobbing made Zhao Mo extremely irritated.

"How did you end up in the Song State?"

Luo Yan just kept crying without saying a word, giving Zhao Mo a massive headache.

He couldn't exactly kill her, could he? Wouldn't that make him a complete scumbag?

"Forget it, just leave."

Zhao Mo decided that out of sight was out of mind.

"Hmph!"

Luo Yan gave a cold snort and turned to leave without the slightest hesitation.

"Eh? Could this woman be acting?" Zhao Mo had an ominous feeling.

"My Lord."

Just as Luo Yan left, Zhao Yi entered with an embarrassed expression.

"What is it?"

"Something the matter?"

Zhao Yi braced himself and said, "I heard My Lord took a woman into the room?"

"That woman is problematic. Publicly she is known as Madam Liu, and privately she considers herself Liu Dafeng's primary wife. Most of the hundreds of concubines Liu Dafeng married died by her hand."

"What the hell?" Zhao Mo thought he had misheard.

Was this still the same woman who had tearfully asked him to plow her spirit fields back then?

"Damn, I've been tricked."

Zhao Mo immediately went to pursue Luo Yan, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

To be able to easily evade Zhao Mo's tracking, it was clear that the current Luo Yan was no simple character.

"That scared the life out of me."

Having escaped, Luo Yan patted her chest, which had clearly grown much larger.

She hadn't expected the man she had randomly slept with to have become a Golden Core True Person; his cultivation speed was actually faster than hers.

"Could this be what they call a fated enemy?"

"Hmph, I'll let you off for today. Once my divine technique reaches Major Achievement, if I don't suck you dry, my name isn't Luo."

After speaking, Luo Yan transformed into a cloud of black mist and vanished instantly.

Inside the Song State's Tianxuan Palace, Zhao Mo looked grimly at the Xuan Sect Disciples. Liu Dafeng had run rampant in the Song State, and it was hard to say these people hadn't assisted him in his villainy.

"I don't care about your past. From now on, the Tianxuan Palace of the Song State must follow the requirements of the Xuan Sect."

"Stay inside Tianxuan Palace to Cultivate when you have nothing to do. You are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the Mortal World at will."

"As for the new Palace Master of Tianxuan Palace, they will arrive to take office in one year."

After saying this, Zhao Mo prepared to depart.

If he didn't head back soon, not only would he miss the farming season, but Ox Martial would probably turn into beef jerky.

Without notifying anyone in the Song State, Zhao Mo quietly boarded his flying boat and headed straight for the Xuan Sect.

"I probably won't have a chance to come back here again, will I?"

Zhao Mo stood on the flying boat, looking at the receding Jigong Mountain.

It could only be said that Zhao Mo completely underestimated the Song State. In the near future, the Song State would give Zhao Mo a massive surprise—the earth-shattering kind.

...

Rizhao Mountain.

Ox Martial felt like dying. He hadn't expected that despite hiding by day and moving by night, cautiously trying to sneak out of the Xuan Sect every day, the sect's vastness would completely exceed his imagination.

He had walked for an entire month without getting out, only to end up being captured.

"Look, a blue-green ox."

"Quite rare, isn't it?"

"Look at this massive build."

"Oh, it's even wearing an ox nose ring."

"With this physique, the offspring it sires will definitely be experts at plowing fields."

Who in the Xuan Sect didn't know that True Person Mo, who developed the hybrid spirit rice, had an ox for plowing?

Other Spiritual Planters began to follow suit. Consequently, the value of oxen in the Xuan Sect skyrocketed, and demand exceeded supply.

The previously marginalized ox demons had now become highly sought after.

Ox Martial was captured under these circumstances.

"Moo moo~"

"What are you doing?"

These people, whoever they were, immediately forced several buckets of black liquid down Ox Martial's throat once they caught him.

Unfortunately, when Ox Martial spoke, it all came out as mooing sounds, which were completely meaningless to them.

"Quick, quick, drive all those young cows over here."

At that moment, Ox Martial understood—these people were truly treating him as a breeding bull.

He immediately wanted to resist, but a wave of heat surged in his heart. Those originally ordinary young cows actually seemed to have a different kind of attraction in his eyes.

"How despicable! You're actually drugging an ox?"

"To think that I, the dignified Holy Son of the Ox Clan, would mate with these mundane beasts?"

He didn't even last three breaths before Ox Martial was controlled by desire and charged toward the herd of young cows.

Following that, a series of noisy sounds echoed in the surroundings.

When Zhao Mo rushed back from the Song State and followed his connection to find Ox Martial, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"Is this my own plow ox?"

If not for the ox tether on its nose, Zhao Mo would have truly thought he had the wrong ox.

The current Ox Martial was skin and bones, a complete skeleton of his former self. Where was the look of an ox from before?

"Um, well..."

"True Person Mo, we really didn't know this ox belonged to you."

The few Spiritual Planters kneeling before Zhao Mo were stunned. They never imagined that the ox demon they had randomly snatched would actually belong to True Person Mo.

Worst of all, they had been drugging him every day and had forced Ox Martial to mate with over ten thousand cows.

"Forget it, you didn't do it on purpose."

Zhao Mo glanced at Ox Martial.

Go on, run away again. Scared now, aren't you?

"What should we do?" After some discussion, the men pooled all their net worth and handed it to Zhao Mo.

"True Person Mo, this is all we have. Please buy some things to nourish your ox."

"We really didn't mean it."

Zhao Mo calmly accepted the items.

"I said it's fine."

"You could say you have good eyes. My ox really is an expert at plowing. I believe the Bloodline he left behind will be a great help to the Spiritual Planter lineage of the Xuan Sect."

"This might just be his karma."

"Anyway, it's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Sigh! Enough talk, I need to return to Tianfeng Valley."

Zhao Mo led Ox Martial onto the flying boat.

He left the Spiritual Planters staring at each other.

On the flying boat, Ox Martial seemed to have finally processed everything and began to shed large tears again.

"Oh, crying again?"

"Can't bear to leave those young cows?"

"Should I send you back down?"

At those words, Ox Martial's pupils shrank. He immediately sucked back his tears and started wagging his tail at Zhao Mo.