Chapter 4

Bai Mo turned his head and shouted inside, "Dai Dai, pack your things, we're getting ready to leave."

Lan Dai rushed out like an angry kitten and screamed, "Xiao Bai, how many times have I told you not to call me Dai Dai, my name is Lan Dai."

Bai Mo waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's fine, hurry up, we're going on a long trip."

Lan Dai was slightly stunned, "Where to?"

Bai Mo said, "Of course, to a place with people. Don't you want to go back?"

Lan Dai pouted and muttered, "Why so rushed? I'm not in a hurry."

Bai Mo glanced at her and said, "I'm more in a hurry than you. No nonsense, follow orders."

With the small tower, they could directly throw the things they needed inside. Bai Mo carried a fish spear and held a kitchen knife, followed by Lan Dai, who had a resentful look and was muttering to herself, they walked out of the mountains with confident strides, heading towards the outside world.

——

Ximen was an ordinary spirit practitioner born into poverty in Zuilong City. He barely made a living by picking dragon whisker grass in the valley outside the city. It was currently the peak growing season for dragon whisker grass, and he searched day and night in the outer part of the valley. Unexpectedly, he found a mutated dragon tooth grass.

Ordinary dragon whisker grass was just a material for refining low-grade spirit liquid, with a low price, and required a large quantity to be profitable. Dragon tooth grass, on the other hand, was said to have accidentally absorbed the true blood of a spirit dragon buried in the valley, enduring the refinement of dragon blood, forming a special spirit material. It was extremely rare and suitable for refining high-grade spirit weapons, with a price that was not ordinary.

At this moment, Ximen had already transformed from initial excitement to cautiousness, suppressing his voice and quietly squatting in a bush in the valley, waiting for nightfall.

Not far away, several black, thick, and heavy unicorns were strolling through a patch of light red dragon whisker grass swaying in the wind. A dragon tooth grass, entirely scorched red and as thick as a baby's arm, stood out prominently.

Whether it was dragon whisker grass or dragon tooth grass, picking had to wait until night. If picked during the day, it would wither immediately. So Ximen was secretly anxious.

Although the area he had found was far from the center of the valley, there was no telling if other gatherers might find it, which would add variables.

The value of a single dragon tooth grass was enough to drive anyone mad, and killing for treasure was not unheard of.

Moreover, those unicorns were not easy to provoke, with strength comparable to high-level spirit practitioners. However, they were relatively gentle by nature and would not go berserk without provocation.

The sun set, and the sky was filled with rosy clouds, contrasting with the lush green mountains, creating a profound and serene beauty.

Ximen, who had been waiting for a long time, had no heart to appreciate it. As he watched the unicorns move further away, his breathing quickened. He slightly raised his body, pushed off with his feet, and shot into the opposite grass like an arrow from a bow.

He carefully dug out the dragon tooth grass and was about to put it in his bag when he heard a wild beast's roar.

Rustling, four unicorns crashed through the trees, charging out of the forest like mad, heading straight for Ximen.

Ximen's face changed abruptly. Just as he was about to get up to avoid them, a white light shot out from the forest, piercing through one of the unicorns with a forceful sound, and the remaining momentum impaled the waist of the unicorn in front.

Several mournful howls echoed as the two heavily injured unicorns took a few steps and fell to the ground, convulsing in their death throes, their blood quickly staining the surroundings red.

The remaining two unicorns were covered with a light blue frost, their steps suddenly slowing, and with each step, a series of cracking sounds were heard. In an instant, they were frozen alive on the grass.

Ximen stared blankly at the scene, his eyes filled with shock, and a chill ran down his spine. To easily kill four unicorns was not something an ordinary spirit practitioner could do. Could it be that the battle teams of those three families had arrived? It seemed the dragon tooth grass he had found would have to change hands.

"Ha ha, three to two, I still win. You cook tonight," said Bai Mo, walking out of the forest with a cheerful laugh, followed by Lan Dai, who pouted and looked resentful.

"You cheated, you used the fish spear," Lan Dai grumbled as she walked.

Bai Mo waved his hand casually, a smile on his lips, and said, "Our rule is only about quantity, no other restrictions. If you're not satisfied, use a weapon too. You lose, so clean up, start a fire, and cook the meat. I'm hungry."

Ximen stared dumbfounded at the young boy and girl dressed in simple leather armor, who looked like wild people. Despite their youthful and innocent faces, they killed unicorns as easily as cutting grass, yet spoke so casually. The heavy stone in his heart mysteriously lifted, and he stood up, coughed, and said, "You two, you can't eat the unicorn meat like that!"

Bai Mo glanced at him, having noticed this guy hiding in the grass but ignored him. Now that he had appeared openly, he seemed honest enough, and his strength seemed weak, so there was no need to worry too much.

Lan Dai, hearing this, said with a hint of joy, "Hey, can you cook? Then help us cook. If you do well, you can join us."

Ximen was shocked again. The two seemed to have no guard against him, appearing very casual. They even invited him to join them. To easily kill several unicorns, they must be at least high-level spirit practitioners, if not spirit masters.

He was a lone individual in Zuilong City, struggling to get by. If he could form a small team with these two, it might be a turning point.

Ximen made up his mind, put the dragon tooth grass in his pocket, and stepped forward. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a cold snort from the side, followed by a red fireball roaring towards them, landing in front of the three.

The fireball dissipated, revealing a bright red triangular flag with a golden short sword embroidered in gold thread.

Ximen's face turned pale, and he exclaimed in shock, "Jinfeng Manor!"

As he spoke, a group of young men in apricot-yellow soft armor, holding long swords, emerged from the opposite forest, surrounding a man in the center. The man wore a white jade hairpin, had a thin face, dark eyes, a sharp nose, thin lips, a red silk belt, and was playing with a jade pendant.

The man scanned the group and coldly said, "You have some sense, leave the dragon tooth grass and get lost."

Ximen's face turned stone-like, his mouth dry. He never expected to encounter Jinfeng Manor, one of the three major powers in Zuilong City, and for them to see him with the dragon tooth grass. It seemed he was not destined for such a windfall.

"Hey, what are you standing there for? Didn't you hear what Young Master Sun said? Hurry up, don't dawdle. If you delay our young master's affairs, you won't leave this valley. And you two, move the unicorns over, then get lost," a servant shouted at Ximen, who stood frozen.

Bai Mo lazily glanced at the group and then turned to ask, "Dai Dai, what do we do?"

Lan Dai's eyes widened, and she said fiercely, "Don't call me Dai Dai, or I'll turn on you. What do you want me to do? Kill them all, of course."

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and said, "Kill them?"

"So what if we kill them?" Lan Dai pouted, unperturbed. If this were in Qingzhou World, they would have died many times over for speaking to her like this.

Eh, Bai Mo's attitude towards her wasn't great either, but considering he had saved her and was a decent fighter, she wouldn't hold it against him.

The casual conversation, like slaughtering chickens or monkeys, left Ximen stunned again. Had he heard correctly? What kind of background did these two have? They didn't seem to be from Zuilong City and had never heard of Jinfeng Manor. To talk about killing so casually, was this a joke?

The group in yellow armor also heard clearly, their faces changing. The leader, the man with the white hairpin, sneered and said, "You have some nerve. I want to see what you can do. Little girl, you have a big mouth. Leave them alive, I want to see if your mouth is as big as you claim!"

This was getting serious! Ximen, caught in the middle, felt his scalp tingle, his heart racing as if he had fallen into a deep abyss, with no way out and no one to turn to.

Running was out of the question. The only option was to fight. He hoped these two were not just talk and would actually do something. He just wanted them to drive these people away, not kill them.

It was a fight to the death! Ximen put on his boxing gloves, but before he could activate his spirit power, he saw a brilliant blue light streak past him.

Lan Dai bit her lips, coldly looking at the group, and pressed her hands in the air, shouting, "Seal!"

A shocking scene unfolded before Ximen's eyes!

The people from Jinfeng Manor, caught off guard, were all entangled by dark blue spirit energy bands, unable to move a step, forcibly restrained. Not only were they unable to move, but the more they struggled, the tighter the bands became.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know anything just because I'm small. You were talking bad about me, right? I won't let you off for that," Lan Dai said angrily.

"Why did you have to provoke Dai Dai? You really are asking for it," Bai Mo shrugged, not taking the group seriously.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ximen would have found it hard to believe. This sweet and adorable little girl had such strong power. But were they really going to start a war with the Sun family? No one in Zuilong City dared to oppose the Sun family, and those who did were wiped out.

Before things got worse, he needed to warn them.

"Wait, do you really not know who they are?" Ximen said urgently.

"Is that important?" Bai Mo said indifferently.