107: Chapter 107 'Yang Guo' Holds a Meeting!

The dense crowd knelt down like a tide, their eyes burning with fanaticism, as if they had seen the sun reflecting hope!

"..."

Su Mo suddenly felt that these people were perhaps a bit too easy to raise.

"Those who chose option one, leave immediately."

As soon as his voice fell, almost all the Elders at the Foundation Establishment Stage left, along with a few Cultivators at the Qi Refinement Stage.

"Sect Master Su! They took things from the treasury!"

Suddenly, the first Disciple who had knelt on the ground pointed at the few who were leaving and shouted loudly.

The bodies of those leaving stiffened abruptly.

One of them turned his head, his eyes fierce.

"Wei Junjie! You are courting death!"

As the nephew of Sect Master Zhao Qian, he had long been accustomed to being arrogant within the Qing Fu Sect; he had not expected to be exposed in public by a nobody of a Disciple today.

His cultivation at the Late Stage of the Qi Refining Stage erupted instantly, and he slapped his palm toward Wei Junjie!

"You dog! Go to hell!"

However, just as his palm was raised—

Shh!

A light sword flashed by, splitting him in two halves, without a drop of blood flowing out.

"You dare touch my people? Who gave you the guts?"

Su Mo looked at Wei Junjie, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes:

"You, not bad."

Wei Junjie was so excited that his whole body trembled, unable to speak for a long time.

Su Mo turned his gaze back to those who wanted to leave, his tone indifferent:

"Put down my things before you go, don't make me say it a second time!"

The few people hurriedly and clumsily stripped off all their clothes, placed them on the ground along with their storage rings, and then fled in a panic without daring to look back.

Until their figures were like mosquitoes in Su Mo's eyes, he transmitted his voice to Su Datie:

"Third Uncle."

Su Datie, who had long been waiting with unbearable impatience, was overjoyed and slapped his palm onto the activation Formation of the main cannon.

Hum—!

A blazing white light tore through the sky, instantly swallowing the few figures in the distance that had already shrunk into black dots!

The extreme brightness flashed by, followed by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

Su Datie maintained his posture of firing the cannon, his mouth wide open, muttering:

"My... My goodness... This power is just too great..."

After a long while, the Disciples in the square woke up as if from a dream, shouting loudly with fanaticism.

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Su Mo stood with his hands behind his back:

"From today on, you are no longer Disciples of the Qing Fu Sect, but Disciples of the Talisman Department of my Xiao Shan Sect. In the future, you will prosper and suffer together with the Xiao Shan Sect."

His voice was calm but clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Next, take an oath with me."

"With the Heavenly Dao above, today I, XXX, voluntarily join the Talisman Department of the Xiao Shan Sect, never to betray or leave in this life..."

"If this oath is violated, may my body die and my Dao dissipate, my true spirit be annihilated, my Dao Companion be unfaithful, and my children not be my own!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the crowd immediately followed Su Mo and recited it loudly.

The oath was established, and an invisible binding force descended upon the Divine Soul of each person who took the oath.

"Very good."

"The Talisman Department is established today. I grant you three days of rest. Everyone come and receive a bottle of Qi Condensation Medicinal Pill, and after three days, we will refine Talisman again."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

After the Disciples of the Talisman Department dispersed, Su Mo transmitted his voice to keep Wei Junjie behind.

"How did the Qing Fu Sect treat you before?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Junjie's body trembled slightly, and his face showed long-suppressed humiliation and resentment:

"Replying to Sect Master... Zhao Qian and his cronies treat ordinary Disciples like pigs and dogs."

"All finished Talisman products must be handed over, and we are only issued three inferior Qi Condensation Medicinal Pills per month, barely enough to sustain our lives."

"If the monthly Talisman quota is met, it is fine, but if it is not completed..."

"Light punishments involve whipping and imprisonment, while heavy punishments involve stripping off clothes and hanging them high in the square to display to everyone!"

Su Mo's pupils dilated.

Good heavens! The heavy punishment seems to avoid physical pain, but in reality, it is heart-piercing, causing social death directly!

He patted Wei Junjie on the shoulder and smiled softly:

"Rest assured, follow me, and your good days are coming."

"For everyone who follows me sincerely, I will only make your lives better!"

"As long as you are willing to work hard, there will be enough Spirit Stones! There will be plenty of Medicinal Pills! Even breaking through to the Golden Core is not a dream!"

"Hng... Hng..."

I don't know when it started, but Wei Junjie's eyes were already red, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Sect Master...!"

"Wei Junjie... is willing to die for the Sect Master!"

Subsequently, the shadow of Xiao Shan City covered the skies over the Hundred Forging Valley, Hundred Herbs Pavilion, and Xiao Yan Pavilion in turn.

The process was much the same, and Su Mo was too lazy to even come up with new rhetoric.

After blasting away a high peak outside the Hundred Forging Valley with one cannon shot, everyone in the Hundred Forging Valley submitted to Su Mo's tyranny and became the Tool Department, one of the four departments of the Xiao Shan Sect.

The protective Sect Formation of the Xiao Yan Pavilion was like paper in front of Su Mo; it broke with a single poke, followed by a line of people welcoming them.

In the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, Su Mo encountered an unexpected joy; a group of Alchemy practitioners had decent cultivation, and their connections were even better.

"Who are you?! How dare you come to the Hundred Herbs Pavilion and act presumptuously!"

A Cultivator whose clothing was completely different from the uniforms of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion Disciples shouted at Su Mo.

That Cultivator's robes were luxurious, with a small green sword embroidered on the chest, and his expression was arrogant; he was clearly a visitor from another Sect.

Beside him stood several other Cultivators in different attire, who were eyeing Su Mo coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, calm down, it is better to be harmonious..."

Upon hearing that their Sect Master of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion had already been killed by Su Mo, a Foundation Establishment Elder, looking somewhat pale, pulled the Cultivator surnamed Sun.

The Cultivator surnamed Sun shook him off and said disdainfully:

"A mere yellow-haired brat, how dare you bully a friend of my Qing Lan Sword Sect?!"

He pointed at Su Mo, overbearing:

"Get out immediately, kowtow and apologize, otherwise my Qing Lan Sword Sect..."

Shh—!

A white light flashed by, and the arm pointing at Su Mo was severed at the root, the wound scorched, and not a trace of blood flowed out.

"Ah—! My arm!! What did you do!!"

The arrogance on the face of the Qing Lan Sword Sect Cultivator instantly turned into unbelievable pain and fear; he staggered backward, screaming continuously.

Su Mo's voice was cold:

"The Qing Lan Sword Sect, right? I will pay a visit in a few days."

He turned his gaze to the other Cultivators:

"Do you also want to stand up for him?"

The several Cultivators from other Sects had long been scared silly; as Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, they couldn't see Su Mo's methods at all, let alone resist.

Their faces were as pale as paper, and they shook their heads in unison.

"Senior, please forgive us! We... We were just passing by! We are leaving now! We are leaving now!"

The few of them hurriedly helped the severed-arm Cultivator up and were about to flee in a panic.

"Wait!"

"The robes on you all look very familiar, but I just can't remember which Sect they belong to."

"I wonder if you could remind me; I will definitely 'repay' you well."

Their figures stiffened abruptly, and they slowly turned around, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, their voices trembling:

"Sen-Senior, you are joking... We are just from small Sects, not worth mentioning..."

Su Mo toyed with the light sword in his hand, the light blade extending and retracting like a living thing, the pale light reflecting his smiling face:

"No matter, just say it."

"Don't lie, okay~"

The few Cultivators pondered for a moment; they were all from second-rate Sects, and there were Nascent Soul powerhouses in their Sects. This yellow-haired brat in front of them surely didn't have the guts to go to their Sects and act presumptuously; perhaps he was just trying to scare them.

Several Cultivators exchanged glances and secretly calmed down. Yes, their own Sect had a Nascent Soul powerhouse sitting in it; this kid was young, no matter how strong he was, he was only at the Foundation Establishment cultivation, just his Moves were a bit strong.

"Since Fellow Daoist asks, it is no harm to tell you."

"I am an Inner Sect Disciple of the Two Extremes Blissful Union Sect, and these few are Fellow Daoists from the Beast Taming Mountain and Qing Yang Sect respectively."

"All of our Sects have Nascent Soul Cultivators sitting in them; perhaps there is some misunderstanding about today's matter, why not..."

Shh—!

Before he finished speaking, the arms of the few were also severed at the root.

"He only has one arm left, and you still have two; it is really unfair."

"I will help you out; it is just a convenient task, no need to thank me."

"In the future, I will visit each of your Sects."

That Cultivator gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, don't forget!"