Shen Qingsheng looked at Mo Hua, his expression venomous.
Mo Hua was startled, and several Golden Core tomb raiders around him couldn’t help but glance at each other. The elder addressed as "Mr. Pi" glanced at Mo Hua and asked:
"Do you know each other?"
Before Mo Hua could say anything, Shen Qingsheng sneered:
"I expected you would return to Solitary Mountain sooner or later, so I sent someone to watch early on. But you’re so elusive, disappearing as soon as you enter the mountain. I’ve been searching for so long, and finally, I’ve caught you..."
Shen Qingsheng pointed at Mo Hua, "This time, no one will save you; you’re doomed!"
His tone was arrogant and dismissive, focusing only on talking to Mo Hua, not even acknowledging Mr. Pi and the others.
Or rather, in his eyes, an old man at Foundation Establishment Peak and three average Golden Core cultivators were of no consequence.
Mr. Pi and the others looked indifferent.
"I’ve been captured, and I’m not in charge here. If you want to kill me, you’ll have to see if these seniors agree..."
"Hmph."
Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, pointing at Mo Hua and said to Mr. Pi and the others: "Give me this kid; name your price in Spirit Stones."
Mr. Pi’s eyelid twitched, and the other three Golden Core cultivators also had displeased expressions.
"This young gentleman, we’re not here to catch this little brother, nor are we in charge of him. We just want to ask him for a small favor, and once it’s done, we’ll let him go. By then, whatever grudges you have can be settled on your own..." Mr. Pi said as politely as possible.
"What’s with all the talk," Shen Qingsheng frowned, "I want the person, so just hand him over quickly, enough with the chatter."
"What if I don’t let go?"
"Don’t let go?" Shen Qingsheng sneered, waving his hand. The group behind him stepped forward.
Mr. Pi’s expression darkened.
Beside him, a short and stout Golden Core cultivator in grey whispered to him: "Mr. Pi, what do we do now?"
Mr. Pi’s gaze was somber, studying Shen Qingsheng and his people, saying: "Better to avoid trouble. We’re of dubious origin, let’s try not to cause a scene." ꞦάɴỔВΕʂ
"What about the offering..."
"We’ll find another way."
"Alright."
The two muttered, and after discussing, Mr. Pi said: "This little brother can be handed to the young gentleman."
Shen Qingsheng raised an eyebrow, "Smart of you."
Mr. Pi pushed Mo Hua forward.
Mo Hua had a helpless expression.
He had actually planned to sneak into the tomb and act later, but Shen Qingsheng’s sudden intervention ruined his plans.
Seeing Mo Hua about to fall into his hands, Shen Qingsheng looked increasingly excited, "You damned brat, today there’s no Golden Core to protect you. Let’s see what you can do now? Falling into my hands, I will surely..."
Mo Hua raised his eyes, and gave him a calm look. .
The look was just like that day, a nightmare revisited, fear rising instantly, causing Shen Qingsheng to cover his eyes and scream. But moments later, he realized that nothing had happened.
Mo Hua really just looked at him, ordinarily.
Shen Qingsheng’s anger surged, his face flushed red, and he screamed:
"You brat! You dare humiliate me! Try to trick me again!"
Mo Hua was somewhat speechless.
Just looking at him, not even using Pupil Skill, and he acts like this...
Shen Qingsheng seemed to perceive Mo Hua’s disdain, becoming even more furious, "Facing death, yet still so reckless."
"Last time you were lucky, it was also my Shen Family who failed to raise people well. Those two Golden Core Guards were so audacious they dared not make a move on you. I’ve replaced them now, with my personal attendants."
"This time it’s my personally trained fighters. Whoever I tell them to kill, they will kill. You’re not getting away with your luck this time."
Mo Hua looked at Shen Qingsheng’s followers.
Most of them looked unfamiliar, seemingly indeed a new batch.
Foundation Establishment disciples looked sinister, with two Shen Family Golden Core cultivators appearing even more menacing, standing in front of Shen Qingsheng like two loyal hawks.
Mo Hua’s little finger touched the shackles on his wrist, starting to plan in his mind how to escape.
Shen Qingsheng waved his hand, and the two Golden Core cultivators behind him walked towards Mo Hua.
As they approached closer, just then, Mr. Pi spoke:
"Hold on!"
The Shen Family Golden Core cultivators halted, Shen Qingsheng’s face displeased.
Mr. Pi’s gaze was slightly somber and said: "Young gentleman, you just promised, I’ll give you the person, and you give us Spirit Stones. Now the person is yours, where are the Spirit Stones?"
Unexpectedly, Shen Qingsheng turned his face and said: "Spirit Stones? What Spirit Stones? When did I say that?"
Mr. Pi’s gaze sharpened.
Shen Qingsheng mocked: "Spirit Stones, I can give, but you can’t ask for. Giving to you is generosity, asking from me is what? Debt collection? Or are you trying to humiliate me?"
Mr. Pi and his companions’ expressions darkened, with one clenching his fist, muscles coiling on his arm, covered with a layer of stone.
Shen Qingsheng remained fearless, sneering: "What, want to make a move? This whole mountain is Shen Family’s territory; once things get physical, don’t expect to leave Solitary Mountain."
Mr. Pi was stunned, wary, "You’re from the Shen Family?"
"Exactly." Shen Qingsheng nodded.
Mr. Pi pondered for a moment, then clasped his hands: "It’s us who were blind, please go ahead, young gentleman."
Seeing them give in, Shen Qingsheng immediately snorted disdainfully, his expression more arrogant, muttering, "A bunch of country rats, making me waste so many words..."