Daily Divination From Market Rogue Cultivator To Immortal Venerable - Chapter 174

Chapter 174: The Looting and the Reason for the Rebellion (Please Subscribe)

“Since we’re here, let’s die here together!”

Mo Xi’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

How could a descendant of a Jindan family like her fear a mere casual Qi-refining cultivator?

No matter how famous Li Changan might be, in her eyes, he was nothing more than an ant to be crushed at will!

“Fellow Daoist Mo, you’re a bit too confident.”

Li Changan smiled, his voice echoing through the black fog, seemingly omnipresent. As soon

as he finished speaking, the shrill roars of countless evil spirits echoed,

accompanied by the pervasive aura of death.

With the exception of Mo Xi,

the expressions of the other Mo family members dropped.

They had long heard of the revered Soul Banner!

“Don’t disperse! Quickly form the formation!”

“Okay!”

They huddled together, each releasing a puppet.

These puppets stood on the outer layer, protecting them within. Their auras connected, forming a faintly powerful formation.

This scene

surprised Li Changan.

“Puppet battle formation?”

He pondered for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

Among those puppets, many were at the peak of the first order. If they could truly form the legendary puppet battle formation, its power would likely approach that of the second order.   However

, the aura emanating from the formation was only slightly stronger than that of a peak first order, but only by a limited margin.

“It’s probably not a puppet battle formation, just a mimicry,”

Li Changan said with a casual wave of his hand. The next moment,   the second-order main soul hidden within the black mist launched its attack.   The black mist swirled, transforming into a sinister and terrifying hand that gently struck the formation.   ”Boom!”   The entire formation instantly disintegrated, countless puppets shattered under the overwhelming force.   The Mo disciples within the formation spat out blood, their aura instantly weakening.   Even Mo Xi was severely injured.   Her face was pale, and she was filled with shock.   ”This soul banner is so powerful! No wonder all those Tribulation Cultivators want it!”   Little did they know, the second-order main soul was holding back.   If it had unleashed its full force, they would all have been killed.   After this attack,   Mo Xi no longer dared to underestimate Li Chang’an.   She hurriedly recalled the second-level puppet and ordered it to guard her side, warily observing the surrounding black fog.   Killing Li Chang’an was now nearly impossible.   She wasn’t even sure if she could survive.   Only the second-level puppet beside her gave her some sense of security.   ”This black fog seems to block perception, similar to a formation. Can I use a formation-breaking artifact to break it?”   Mo Xi, having often battled with others and having quick reflexes, immediately thought of this.   With   this thought in mind, she thought about taking the formation-breaking artifact from her storage bag.   However,   to her dismay, her storage bag was gone!   ”What happened?”   Mo Xi’s face suddenly changed. All the treasures she had accumulated throughout her life were in the storage bag, including a foundation-building spiritual artifact!   If they were lost, she would suffer a heavy loss.   At the same time,   the other Mo family members also noticed something unusual.   ”Where’s my storage bag?”   ”No!”   ”My life savings!”   Everyone’s storage bag was gone!   As if an invisible hand had quietly taken their bags the moment the formation shattered.   Furthermore,   the previously shattered puppets were also swallowed by the black mist, vanishing without a trace.   ”Li Fan, return my treasures!”   Mo Xi shouted, gritting her teeth.   Li Changan’s laughter echoed again.   ”Fellow Daoist Mo, how about these treasures in exchange for your lives? Treasures or lives, your choice.”   ”You…”   Mo Xi was furious, about to control the second-level puppet and charge into the depths of the black mist.   But she suddenly froze and turned to look.   The second-level puppet was gone too!   The next moment,   her face paled, her breath erratic.   The connection between her and the puppet had been forcibly erased.   ”Li Fan, return my puppet and storage bag!”   Mo Xi shouted, her voice sharper.   But Li Changan’s voice never returned, as if it had vanished.   A moment later,   the surrounding black fog slowly dissipated.   Mo Feng and Mo Wanwan, the siblings they had besieged, had vanished.

Between heaven and earth, only

a group of impoverished Mohist disciples remained.

Mo Xi’s brow furrowed, her chest heaving, her beautiful eyes brimming with rage.

“Li Fan, I will not coexist with you!”

…

Li Changan didn’t kill these Mohist disciples.

Simply because they had no grudges against each other.

If he had killed them at will, he would have been no different from a Tribulation Cultivator, and his future Daoist aspirations would inevitably be affected.

However,

adhering to the principle of “since we’re already here,” he took their storage bags.

Li Changan opened a few at random and examined them.

“Not bad, quite a lot of puppet materials, worthy of being a Mohist disciple.”

Another bonanza!

Li Changan was in high spirits.

Soon,

he and Mo Feng and his sister arrived in a secluded valley for a short rest.

Mo Feng bowed and thanked him sincerely.

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li, for saving my brother and me.”

“Fellow Daoist Mo, do you really think I wanted to save you?”

Li Changan’s expression was indifferent, his tone flat.

Mo Feng was startled by this.

A bad feeling welled up in his heart, and he hurriedly shielded Mo Wanwan behind him.

“Daoyou Li, what do you want?”

“A second-level puppet inheritance!”

Li Changan, not wanting to waste words, stated his intention directly.

Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as his life wasn’t at stake, anything else would be given.

He was straightforward, pulling a jade slip from his storage bag and tossing it to Li Changan.

“Daoyou Li, this is the inheritance.”

“Alright!”

Li Changan grabbed the slip and instantly refined it.

A cursory examination confirmed that it was indeed a puppet inheritance, but the rank was not high.

Only a low-grade second-level.

Li Changan frowned and looked at Mo Feng.

“Daoyou Mo, why only a low-grade second-level? Is that all the inheritance you have?”

Hearing this,

Mo Feng gave a wry smile and immediately explained.

“Daoyou Li, if it were of a higher rank, do you think my brother and I would have survived until now?”

“That’s true,”

Li Changan nodded slightly.

The Mo Clan cherished their inheritance very highly, and no one was allowed to reveal it.

If the inheritance Mo Feng possessed were of a higher rank, he

would likely have been killed by the Mo Clan’s men long ago. “Although it’s only a low-grade second-grade one, it’s sufficient for now. After I establish my foundation, I’ll find a way to find a better inheritance.”

Li Chang’an withdrew his spiritual sense and tossed the jade slip into his storage bag.

Mo Feng suddenly asked, “Friend Li, my younger sister has been too naughty. We’ve had many conflicts before. Could you please let this go?”

“Oh?”

Li Chang’an’s eyes were cold as he glanced at Mo Wanwan behind him.

Mo Wanwan shuddered, lowering her head in sheer terror, not daring to look at him.

She had originally assumed that

Li Chang’an lacked the means to establish a foundation.

Even if their conflict raged, her brother’s second-grade puppet would be able to protect her.

But this time, Li Chang’an had actually managed to rescue them from the clutches of numerous Mo Clan disciples.

This proved that

he must possess a powerful countermeasure against second-grade puppets!

“Little sister, quickly apologize to Fellow Daoist Li.”

Mo Feng grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of Li Changan.

Mo Wanwan’s face was filled with fear, her voice trembling.

“Li… Senior Li, I’m blind and have offended you before. Please don’t take it to heart.”

She didn’t even dare to call him “Fellow Daoist,” only “Senior.”

Her attitude was extremely humble.

But Li Changan said coldly, “If apologies were effective, there wouldn’t be so much killing in this world.”

At these words, Mo Wanwan’s face turned pale.

Mo Feng’s expression also changed.

He hurriedly said, “Fellow Daoist Li, I’m willing to do anything as long as you’re willing to let my sister go!”

Hearing this, Mo Wanwan was filled with regret.

If she hadn’t been so arrogant, she wouldn’t have provoked Li Changan, and her brother wouldn’t have had to beg so humbly.

Li Changan glanced at Mo Feng and asked, “Have you reached the second level in puppetry?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, then. Help me take a look at this puppet.”

With that, Li Changan, on a whim, pulled out Mo Xi’s puppet from his storage bag.

Upon seeing it,

Mo Feng’s expression froze, his eyes widening.

Previously, Li Changan had intentionally blocked their perception, so they didn’t know exactly what had happened.

He had assumed that

Li Changan had simply escaped unscathed under the cover of the black fog and hadn’t engaged Mo Xi head-on.

But now it seems that Mo Xi has probably suffered a great loss!

“Friend Li, your courage and insight are truly extraordinary!”

Mo Feng couldn’t help but speak.

Li Changan dismissed it, merely picking up something.

He patted the second-level puppet and asked, “Fellow Daoist Mo, this puppet is a treasure of your Mo Clan. I suspect the Mo Clan can sense its presence.”

His suspicion was not without basis.

Previously,

he had obtained a shadow-chasing puppet from Zheng Jinbao.

That puppet was incredibly unique, and with his puppetry skills at the time, he couldn’t fully control it.

Later, during a conversation with Zheng Qingqing,

he learned

that a special “blood covenant” had been incorporated into the puppet’s creation, effectively a contract between the puppet and the Zheng Clan’s bloodline.

Only cultivators of the Zheng Clan’s bloodline could control it.

If even the Zheng Clan had this method, then surely the Mo Clan, renowned for its puppetry, couldn’t fail to possess it.

“Fellow Daoist Li is correct. The Mo Clan does have a way to sense this puppet,”

Mo Feng said bluntly.

Even if Li Changan obtained the puppet, he wouldn’t be able to use it.

If he kept it, it would surely bring him fatal disaster!

It wouldn’t be long before it did.

The Mohist elders would follow the induction and come to kill Li Chang’an, then retrieve the puppet.

If Li Chang’an proved too difficult,

the Mohist would even use the third-tier puppet against him!

Hearing his words,

Li Chang’an frowned and asked, “Friend Mo, you’re a Mohist. Is there a way to negate this induction?”

Mo Feng shook his head and sighed, “No, it’s a Mohist secret. Before I defected, I only had access to a small portion of it.”

“Really?”

Li Chang’an stared at him with a stern look.

“If that’s the case, why did you dare to keep the second-tier puppet? Aren’t you afraid it might be detected by the Mohist?”

“Friend Li, every word I say is true. I wouldn’t lie to you!”

Mo Feng hurriedly explained.

He dared to keep the second-tier puppet because it was a legacy from his father.

His father, a former Foundation Establishment Elder of the Mohist, had crafted this puppet specifically for him and his sister, using materials he had accumulated over many years.

This puppet wouldn’t be detected by the Mohist, and only they, his sister and brother, could control it.

After his explanation…

Mo Feng, worried that Li Changan wouldn’t believe him, immediately swore an oath on his Dao Heart.

“Daoyou Li, if I ever lied in the slightest, I’ll give you a miserable death!”

“Okay.”

Li Changan stopped questioning. After all, an oath sworn in the Dao Heart couldn’t be false.

He asked again, “Daoyou Mo, didn’t your father ever privately teach you how to erase your induction?”

“No,”

Mo Feng sighed, a bitter expression on his face.

“My father strictly adhered to the family rules and dedicated his life to the family. In the end, he died in a secret realm while helping Miss Mo Qingxue seize a treasure. He had little time to teach my brother and me.”

“Mo Qingxue?”

Li Changan was familiar with the name.

He held a token of favor from Mo Qingxue, which he had exchanged for the corpse of a shadowless bird in Qinghe Market, and it had never been used.

Mo Qingxue was exceptionally talented, having successfully established her foundation years ago and had the potential to achieve Golden Core in the future.

The later this token was used, the greater its value.

Who knows?

Perhaps it could even be exchanged for a Golden Core attack!

He thought to himself.

Li Chang’an asked, “Fellow Daoist Mo, since your father died fighting for Mo Qingxue, didn’t she take care of you and your sister later?”

“Alas, the eldest daughter is so devoted to cultivation, how could she care so much?”

Mo Feng sighed deeply, his face filled with sorrow.

After his father’s death,

his and his sister’s situation within the clan took a sharp turn for the worse.

Many members of the clan demanded that he hand over the second-level puppet, claiming it was family property and not theirs.

He stubbornly refused to hand it over.

Later,

the head of the clan even decided to marry his sister to the Zhou family as a tool for the marriage between the two families.

Furthermore, the Zhou family member was mentally ill, a fool incapable of cultivation!

Mo Feng was both furious and heartbroken.

In a rage, he fled with his sister, leaving the Mo family.

After hearing this,

Li Chang’an shook his head slightly.

“The Mo Clan treats the descendants of meritorious members this way. I imagine the family has long been in chaos. No wonder no Golden Core True Person has appeared in all these years, and they can only rely on a third-level puppet to maintain the dignity of the seven great families.”

Without a true Golden Core to rule, the Mo Clan doesn’t rank high among the seven great families.

However,

puppets do have their advantages.

As long as they are not damaged, they can be passed down from generation to generation.

But Golden Core True Persons eventually die.

Mo Feng sighed, “Friend Li is right. Perhaps it is precisely because of that third-level puppet that many members of the Mo Clan have lost their sense of urgency and are busy fighting among themselves, leading to the Mo Clan’s current state.”

“Friend Mo, as you said, I have no choice but to discard this second-level puppet?”

Li Changan returned to the matter of the puppet.

A second-level puppet was priceless.

He simply didn’t want to throw it away unless absolutely necessary.

Mo Feng pondered for a moment.

“Daoyou Li, I can help you dismantle some of the safe materials. The core components and materials must be discarded.”

“Alright then.”

Li Changan had no other choice. After all, he was no match for the entire Mo Clan.

Any profit he could make was a win.

Next,

Mo Feng began to work, dismantling the second-level puppet with a clean and efficient process.

After all, he was a member of the Mo Clan, and possessed lower-level second-level skills, so he was incredibly quick.

Soon, a pile of materials lay before Li Changan.

“Daoyou Li, these materials are safe to use.”

“Alright, let me take a look.”

Li Changan picked up the materials and examined them one by one.

The engraved array patterns had been erased, restoring them to their original state, ready for re-engraving.

The remaining components and materials would have to be discarded.

In short,

Li Changan had obtained most of the puppet’s materials, leaving only a small portion to discard.

But that small portion of core material was the most valuable.

“If I want to make a second-level puppet myself, I need to gather some more materials,”

Li Changan pondered.

His puppetry skills had already reached the pinnacle of the first level, and now that he had received the inheritance, he would soon be able to break through to the second level.

“Friend Mo, do you have any extra second-level puppet materials?”

“Some, but not much.”

Mo Feng understood Li Changan’s meaning.

He immediately took out all the second-level puppet materials he had collected and gave them directly to Li Changan.

Li Changan accepted them all without objection.

But it still wasn’t enough.

“It’s still a little short. I’ll have to collect them slowly.”

Finally,

Li Changan, carrying the puppet core materials, escaped deep underground.

He discarded them there and burned them to a char with several incineration talismans before returning to the surface and bidding farewell to Mo Feng and his sister.

“Friend Mo, I have something else to do. I need to go to the black market. You two should recover your injuries.” “Friend Li,

wait!”

“Huh? What else?”

Li Changan paused and turned to look at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng hurriedly explained, “Friend Li, Yan Yuan, the Lord of the Blood Beast Valley, has returned. He’s no longer exploring the secret realm and is now on the black market! He’s declared his intention to rip you to pieces.”

“Okay, I get it,”

Li Changan said, unfazed.

He’d simply changed his identity.

Mo Feng, worried he might underestimate his foe, had a few more words with him.

Yan Yuan, unlike him, wasn’t forced to betray his clan; he rebelled

voluntarily. Back then, in pursuit of a treasure for cultivating spirit beasts, Yan Yuan had murdered a member of his clan who had been training with him in the secret realm. He had also renounced his clan, changing his surname from “Zhou” to “Yan,” signaling his complete ties with the family. Li Changan

suddenly understood

.

“I see. I was wondering why that fellow wasn’t surnamed Zhou.”

“Friend Li, Yan Yuan is a vicious and ruthless person. You must not take him lightly.”

“I understand.”

Li Changan bowed, turning away without stopping.

On his way to the black market.

He changed his identity, placed Li Fan’s human skin into his storage bag, and took out a disposable fake skin he had painted himself and draped it over the puppet.

Soon,

the black market was within reach.

Li Changan controlled the fake-skin puppet and swaggered into the black market.

As soon as he entered the black market, he saw the wanted poster posted by the Blood Beast Valley.

“Kill Li Fan and receive a reward of 5,000 spirit stones.”

“Provide valuable information and receive a reward of 500 spirit stones.”

“Provide ordinary information…”

Li Changan stood in front of the wanted poster, patiently reading it one by one.

It had to be said.

A powerful force like the Blood Beast Valley was even richer than Xu Fugui’s second senior brother.

Five thousand spirit stones was a fortune many ninth-level Qi Refiners couldn’t muster.

But Li Changan still felt it was too low.

His worth couldn’t be so low.

And, given the Blood Beast Valley’s way of doing things, whether or not they would reward him was still a question.

Li Changan looked away.

He activated his Eye of Delusion and began to collect treasures in the black market.

Not long after, he stumbled upon a first-grade, top-grade wood treasure.

“Not bad, another find,”

Li Changan smiled, putting the treasure away.

He continued to browse.

After a moment,

his steps suddenly paused, stopping in front of a stall.

Most of the treasures on this stall were unremarkable and didn’t look very valuable.

But…

there was a waist plaque with a tiny, almost invisible silver dot on its edge.

“Another storage treasure of this kind!”

Li Changan’s heart trembled slightly. This kind of treasure couldn’t be refined with mana, only touched with spiritual consciousness.

(End of this chapter)