106: Chapter 106 Please enslave me as you please!

"Since young friend is safe and sound, this old man will take his leave."

Li Yi turned to leave, not wanting to argue with this brat at all.

His cultivation was unfathomable, and his methods unseen, making even a Nascent Soul Cultivator like him wary.

He also needed to find a place to change his pants; otherwise, the wind would be chilly, and he wasn't used to it.

"Wait!"

Li Yi's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around, forcing a smile onto his old face.

"Young friend... do you need something else?"

"It's nothing major."

Su Mo smiled shyly:

"You are Heaven Moon's Elder. Heaven Moon and I are good friends, so you are essentially my Elder too."

"When an Elder meets a Junior for the first time, shouldn't there be..."

He paused at just the right moment, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Li Yi.

As the Pavilion Master of Tianyuan Pavilion and a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he must have many good things on him.

"I'm not greedy; Tier 3 or Tier 4 Materials are fine. I wouldn't mind more Magic Treasures or Spirit Treasures either..."

Hearing this, Li Yi's pupils constricted sharply.

Blackmail?! This is blackmail, isn't it?!

Good kid! You've got guts!

I'll remember you!

Gritting his back teeth, he painfully pulled out a shimmering metal from his storage ring and ungraciously tossed it over.

"Take it! Tier 4 Star Iron! Is that enough?!"

He turned into a streak of light, his voice drifting from afar.

Su Mo took the Star Iron, his eyes lighting up.

"Excellent! The material for the cannon barrel is here!"

He weighed it in his hand with satisfaction:

"This old man is quite generous."

In the distant sky, Li Yi's streak of light suddenly wobbled.

That Star Iron was meant for him to refine into his natal Spirit Treasure, yet this brat intended to use it to make some cannon barrel.

What a waste of heavenly treasures!

...A moment later, as soon as Su Mo returned to Xiao Shan Sect, he impatiently went to the back mountain.

If he were to refine a cannon barrel with Tier 2 Materials, it would be unusable after firing a single Golden Core.

But now, with a cannon barrel refined from Tier 4 Materials, it must be very durable!

A cluster of white flames, condensed from high-density light particles, ignited in Su Mo's palm. The moment it touched, the Star Iron began to melt rapidly.

During the shaping of the cannon barrel, Su Mo's fingertips danced, and runes (Dao Dao Talismans) were imprinted into it, forming layers upon layers of incredibly complex three-dimensional structures.

These Talismans did not only contain Artifact Refining techniques but also included Formation Dao, Talisman Dao, and even the energy harmonization and stability characteristics of Pill Dao, forming a brand new technology.

"Done!"

Specks of starlight occasionally flickered within the dark cannon barrel, yet it gave off a heart-pounding sensation.

Su Mo skillfully embedded this dazzling main cannon into the reserved base of the flying boat.

"Buzz—"

The entire flying boat trembled slightly. On its streamlined, matte-black hull, the cannon barrel, like the eye of an awakened giant beast, slowly lit up with white starlight.

"It's time to claim my inheritance."

..."Moer, where are we going?"

Bai Xiaohua stood on the deck of the flying boat, looking at the rapidly receding sea of clouds below, a hint of worry unconsciously present in her tone.

"Mom, four kind people gave me their Sects, so we're going to take over the new family property and expand our business."

Su Mo's tone was light, and he flashed a toothy grin at Bai Xiaohua.

"Oh, you... then I'll help you manage it well."

Bai Xiaohua's tone was doting, without the slightest hint of blame.

She could naturally tell that Su Mo wasn't telling the truth, but what did it matter?

As long as Moer was happy.

"Xiao Mo, when did you build this flying boat?! Why was there no sound at all?"

Su Datie excitedly touched everything, tapping here and patting there.

"Good heavens! These patterns! This feel!"

"Whoa! What is this?!"

He suddenly leaned close to the main cannon, his eyes shining.

"That's the main cannon of the flying boat. Its power is decent; killing a Nascent Soul Cultivator with one shot is no problem."

Su Mo glanced at it and said indifferently.

Su Datie flinched in fright, quickly retracting his hand, but his eyes grew even brighter, and his breathing became rapid:

"That... that powerful?! It can even blast a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator to death?!"

"Xiao Mo, can you let me try? Just one shot!"

Su Datie immediately gave Su Mo a bear hug, his rough stubble rubbing against Su Mo's face.

"Alright, alright, if there's a chance later, I'll let you have a shot."

Hearing Su Mo's reply, Su Datie finally let him go and turned to lie on the cannon barrel, touching it repeatedly.

This time, Su Mo brought his entire family and took everything with them.

The original location of Xiao Shan Sect was remote with little Spiritual Qi. This time, they would move to a better place.

"By the way, Xiao Mo, this flying boat hasn't been named yet, has it?"

"How about 'Dashan Boat'? The name is much grander than Xiao Shan Sect!"

Su Datie shouted from where he was lying on the cannon barrel.

"Why don't you call it 'Old Shan Boat'?!"

Before Su Mo could speak, Su Dashan cursed him grumpily.

"Xiao Mo, don't listen to your third uncle's nonsense. You built this flying boat, so you should name it."

He turned to Su Mo, his tone steady.

"Let's call it Xiao Shan City. In the future, this flying boat will become an aerial city that never lands."

...Powered by the nearly infinite energy provided by the Nuclear Golden Core, Xiao Shan City flew at extreme speed, stopping over Qing Fu Sect in less than half an hour.

Its massive shadow instantly covered Qing Fu Sect's main peak.

Inside Qing Fu Sect, numerous Disciples looked up in panic at the oppressive flying boat.

On Xiao Shan City, Su Mo's voice, amplified by a formation, spread throughout the entire Qing Fu Sect.

"Everyone in Qing Fu Sect, listen up."

"Your Sect Master voluntarily gifted the Sect to me before his death."

"Now, you have the time it takes for one stick of incense to gather in the Sect square."

Only a few breaths after his voice fell, an old man suddenly shot into the sky.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous in my Qing Fu Sect!"

The old man's beard and hair bristled without wind, and his Late Stage Foundation Establishment Stage pressure erupted without reservation.

Su Mo slowly flew out of the flying boat, looking at him indifferently:

"Who are you?"

"This Venerable is the father of Zhao Qian, Sect Master of Qing Fu Sect. And who are you, a mere greenhorn?!"

Hearing a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator dare to call himself 'This Venerable,' Su Mo couldn't help but sneer:

"So, an old scoundrel!"

A light sword instantly appeared in Su Mo's hand, extending dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, slashing across.

Before the old man could even let out a scream, he felt his vision getting lower and lower.

"Now! Is there anyone else who's not convinced?"

Su Mo stood in mid-air, holding the light sword, looking down.

All the Disciples and Elders turned pale, not one dared to speak, and not one dared to fly into the air!

"Only half an incense stick left..."

"Don't think about hiding or escaping; I can see everything."

Su Mo's indifferent voice clearly reached everyone's ears, making them shiver.

"Oh, there really are some who aren't afraid of death."

Swoosh—!

A light blade instantly pierced the forehead of an Elder attempting to escape using a Talisman.

His expression of astonishment had not yet faded before he fell straight backward.

This scene silenced everyone present, and they all hastened their movements, scrambling towards the square.

In less than fifteen minutes, everyone had gathered in the square.

Su Mo scanned the crowd, and after confirming that everyone from Qing Fu Sect was present, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, everyone is here."

"Then I'll announce something."

Su Mo cleared his throat, his voice echoing throughout the square.

"I, Su Mo, am not an unreasonable person."

"Therefore, I give you two choices."

He held up two fingers.

"One, leave Qing Fu Sect immediately and find your own way."

"Two, continue to stay in Qing Fu Sect."

"I will ruthlessly enslave you!"

"You will only get one day of rest for every three days of Talisman refining!"

"Hmm?!"

Hearing this, the numerous Disciples with dark circles under their eyes brightened.

"For every Talisman you refine, I will only give you one Spirit Stone!"

A commotion immediately began to stir among the crowd.

"I will only distribute foundation establishment pills to well-performing Disciples!"

This sentence exploded like thunder!

All commotion instantly ceased, and countless fervent gazes fixed on Su Mo!

A Disciple, who had been numb-faced, suddenly pushed through the crowd, knelt on the ground with a thud, and his voice was hoarse with excitement.

"Sect Master Su! Please enslave me to your heart's content!"

"Me too!!"