Li Si did not even have time to scream before he collapsed and died.
“I know, I know, the Wolfhead Gang. I’ll go deal with them.”
Mo Yu’s expression was indifferent.
He had long grown tired of such meaningless threats.
It was practically standard equipment for him as a Child of Destiny.
The Netherworld Ghost Flame appeared in his palm.
The ghostly fire swept outward, instantly engulfing Zhang San, Li Si, and the remaining Wolfhead Gang members.
In an instant, all of them seemed to have their vitality drained. They fell stiffly to the ground, lifeless.
The mine slaves stood frozen, witnessing the horrifying scene as waves of shock surged through their hearts.
An immortal!
This was definitely the power of an immortal!
Only immortals could wield such terrifying might!
Within the crowd, Chu Yuli lowered her head, not daring to meet Mo Yu’s gaze.
Too terrifying.
Although this man had saved her life, the thoughts of such powerful cultivators were impossible to predict.
If he decided to kill her, she would have no chance to resist.
Mo Yu carefully sensed the Netherworld Ghost Flame. It had barely strengthened, and he sighed helplessly.
These people were too weak. They could not enhance the Netherworld Ghost Flame at all.
“What kind of fire is that? When did you obtain it?”
Yan Xi’s slightly astonished voice sounded in Mo Yu’s mind.
“Netherworld Ghost Flame. It’s a companion flame. I just awakened it today.”
Mo Yu casually made up an explanation.
“Netherworld Ghost Flame?!”
Yan Xi’s tone rose sharply.
She had naturally heard of this flame.
Legend said that the Netherworld Ghost Emperor of the Immortal Realm had risen to power relying on it.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her voice turning solemn. “Your background is far from simple.”
“Of course. I told you long ago. Who knows, maybe my father is an Immortal Emperor.”
Mo Yu looked proud.
Yan Xi was amused by his unserious expression and paid no attention to his bragging. She only reminded him, “Although the Netherworld Ghost Flame is powerful, it is also extremely dangerous. You must be careful. Never let its sinister aura affect you and cause you to lose your true self.”
“Alright, alright, Sister Yan Xi.”
Warmth rose in Mo Yu’s heart.
He had never met his parents. To him, Yan Xi was like a mother.
No matter what happened to him, she never doubted him.
He looked around at the trembling mine slaves.
Mortals—the lowest existence in the cultivation world.
And also the most numerous.
If he were not a Child of Destiny, his fate would have been the same as theirs.
“Disperse. Before the end of today, the Wolfhead Gang will cease to exist.”
With a casual wave of his hand, vast spiritual energy surged out, restoring some of the mortals’ weakened spirits.
They looked at Mo Yu with awe, gratitude, and reverence in their eyes.
After a brief silence, someone finally gathered the courage to kneel and kowtow, his voice trembling. “Thank you, Immortal! Thank you for saving our lives!”
One person knelt, and the others followed. The sound of repeated kowtowing echoed continuously.
“The Immortal is merciful!”
“We will never forget the Immortal’s great kindness!”
Beyond gratitude was the overwhelming relief of surviving disaster.
Chu Yuli also knelt with the others.
She kept her head deeply lowered, afraid to attract attention.
Seeing that some mortals were already fleeing in all directions, she quietly blended into the crowd and slipped away.
Mo Yu naturally noticed her.
Fourteen years old, 3rd stage Qi Refining Realm, decent aptitude.
However, he had formed his Golden Core at fourteen for the first time.
As the Holy Son of Tianxuan Sacred Land, how could he lack talent?
If Yan Xi had not once drained him dry, he might already have reached the Nascent Soul Realm by now.
Therefore, he did not pay Chu Yuli much mind.
In this world, cultivation realms from lowest to highest were:
Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, Divine Transformation Realm, Void Refinement Realm, Integration Realm, Tribulation Crossing Realm, and Mahayana Realm.
Each realm was further divided into nine stages, symbolizing the cycle of nine returning to one, simplicity of the Great Dao.
Mo Yu planned to return to his hometown first before going to the Sacred Land to ask his master about the engagement.
At that moment, the system notification sounded.
[Detected Fated Woman of Destiny, Chu Yuli. Suppressing her will grant rewards.]
Mo Yu’s gaze sharpened, locking onto the slender figure within the crowd.
His body flickered, and he appeared before Chu Yuli like a ghost, blocking her path.
Chu Yuli was startled and immediately stopped, bowing respectfully. “May I ask what instructions Senior has?”
Mo Yu sized her up.
[Name: Chu Yuli]
[Destiny: 8000 (Purple)]
[Favorability: 20 (First Meeting)]
[Description: Born into a declining cultivation family. Abducted by traffickers while fleeing and reduced to a mine slave. Accidentally obtained an opportunity while mining and embarked on the path of cultivation.]
Favorability of 0 meant complete stranger. 100 meant unwavering devotion unto death.
Her destiny was nearly comparable to his.
As for the rest… quite ordinary.
Nothing particularly eye-catching.
Mo Yu slowly raised his hand.
A gentle stream of spiritual energy flowed out and brushed over Chu Yuli’s body.
The dirt vanished instantly, revealing her original appearance.
Plain.
The type that would disappear unnoticed in a crowd.
Chu Yuli’s nerves tightened. Even her breathing became cautious.
At that moment, Mo Yu’s brow lifted slightly, and a playful smile formed at the corner of his lips.
Interesting. Multiple layers of disguise.
He had nearly overlooked it.
He waved his hand again.
Spiritual energy transformed into a gentle breeze that swept across Chu Yuli’s face. Layer after layer of disguise dissolved completely.
Her clear and refined beauty was fully revealed.
It was a face capable of overturning nations.
Though not yet fully matured, it already showed signs of overwhelming elegance.
Her skin was fair as snow, smooth as jade. Her brows were like painted feathers, her eyes like autumn waters. Her nose was straight and delicate, her lips crimson. Her long black hair flowed like a waterfall down to her waist.
Even in ragged clothes, her natural beauty could not be concealed. Instead, it added a touch of fragile charm.
Like a pearl long buried in dust, now radiating dazzling brilliance.
Mo Yu’s eyes flickered.
The system might be a little silly, but it never made mistakes in identifying Fated Women of Destiny.
This appearance, this temperament—undoubtedly a Fated Woman of Destiny.
However…
How should he suppress her?
Having been a well-behaved youth for two lifetimes, he had never randomly bullied the weak.
Chu Yuli felt the change in her body and her heartbeat quickened sharply.
This disguise technique had been left behind by her family’s former Foundation Establishment Realm ancestor. It was a High-grade Human Rank spell.
It was said that even ordinary Golden Core Realm cultivators could not see through it.
Yet this person, who looked not much older than herself, had easily dispelled it.
Too terrifying.
What realm was he in?
The mortals who had been about to leave stopped in their tracks, staring at Chu Yuli in amazement.
“So beautiful!”
“This… this must be a fairy!”
Chu Yuli took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and bowed once more. “Senior, this junior had no intention of concealing her appearance.”
Her posture was extremely humble, her tone even more so.
Mo Yu saw her tension and smiled. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not a good person…”
He coughed lightly. “I mean, I’m actually a good person.”
He had said it so often that it slipped out.
Chu Yuli’s heart sank.
You just admitted it!
Mo Yu tried to keep his tone gentle. “What’s your name?”
“Li Feiyu.”
Chu Yuli answered without hesitation.