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The convoy advanced through the dense forest, the wheels rolling over the ground, producing a rhythmic rumble mixed with scattered noises that echoed into the distance.

Mo Yu was positioned toward the rear of the convoy. After two days of cultivation, not only had his internal injuries significantly recovered, but nearly half of his Dou Qi had been converted into spiritual energy. As a result, his strength had also been partially restored.

By his estimate, even if he were to face a Fourth or Fifth Grade Supreme Realm expert now, he should be able to hold his ground.

However, being the cautious person he was, Mo Yu had no intention of revealing himself before his strength was fully recovered. He preferred to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

For the past two days, Mo Yu had quietly followed the convoy toward its destination. Apart from Yuchang Wan’er occasionally talking to him, the others mostly ignored his presence.

The glances he did receive were either filled with sympathy or the condescending indifference of the younger members of the Yuchang Clan.

During this time, Mo Yu had also observed much of the customs and culture of the Myriad Weapons Region. Though martial prowess was highly valued in this land, status was also determined by one’s skill in weapon refinement.

Just like Alchemists on the Dou Qi Continent, Weapon Refiners held an esteemed status here. Through indirect questioning, Mo Yu had learned from Yuchang Wan’er that even in the Myriad Weapons Region, those capable of forging Di-grade Weapons were among the absolute elite.

"Brother Mo Yu, are you hungry? Here."

As Mo Yu observed the surroundings, Yuchang Wan’er suddenly appeared by his side, offering him a piece of dried meat with a soft voice.

Mo Yu smiled, took a bite, hesitated briefly, then asked, "Wan’er, do you still have the pills you gave me the other day?"

His rapid recovery over the past two days was largely thanks to the Spiritual Power Pills gifted by Yuchang Wan’er.

These pills not only contained a vast amount of spiritual energy but also had a faint trace of life essence, which had proven extremely effective in healing Mo Yu’s injuries.

"Hmm? Brother Mo Yu, you mean the Spiritual Power Pills? These are refined using an alchemy furnace. Some top-tier Weapon Refiners on the continent have created self-operating alchemy furnaces."

"As long as the required medicinal ingredients are placed into the furnace according to the pill recipe, it can automatically refine a large batch of Spiritual Power Pills."

"With the widespread use of these alchemy furnaces, Spiritual Power Pills have been mass-produced and have become an essential currency for purchasing goods on the Myriad Weapons Region."

Having already learned that Mo Yu was an outsider, Yuchang Wan’er patiently explained.

"I see." Mo Yu nodded in realization but wasn’t too surprised. After all, regular currency was of little use to most cultivators, whereas pill-based currency was truly valuable to all.

However, what truly caught his attention was the self-operating alchemy furnace. It seemed the Myriad Weapons Region’s refining techniques had indeed reached an advanced level, even achieving automation.

"I only have about two hundred Spiritual Power Pills left. If you need them, Brother Mo Yu, just take them."

Yuchang Wan’er glanced at the jade bracelet on her wrist and, blushing slightly, spoke softly.

Mo Yu looked down at the green bracelet on her fair wrist. Through their conversations, he had learned that this was a storage artifact from the Great Thousand World called a Mustard Seed Bracelet.

It was also one of the Myriad Weapons Region’s key export products, widely sold to other continents. After all, whether it was a Dou Qi Continent’s Storage Ring or a Sky Profound Continent’s Qiankun Pouch, there was always a demand for spatial storage items.

His gaze lifted slightly, settling on Yuchang Wan’er’s flushed face. For a moment, he felt a complex mix of emotions.

Having just arrived in the Great Thousand World, he had already encountered someone so kind-hearted and pure. It was a rare experience that left him feeling somewhat sentimental.

Though two hundred Spiritual Power Pills weren’t an immense fortune, they were still quite valuable to ordinary people. Yet, here she was, feeling embarrassed because she thought the amount was too little.

"Thank you."

Mo Yu did not refuse. He genuinely needed the pills to recover his strength, so he accepted them without hesitation. However, he silently made a note to repay this favor in the future.

"Younger sister Wan’er, the Spiritual Power Pills distributed by our Yuchang Clan each month aren’t meant for you to waste like this!"

Just as Mo Yu accepted the bracelet, a sharp reprimand suddenly came from the front.

Looking up, he saw Yuchang Fu, clad in red, glaring at him with an icy expression.

Yuchang Wan’er was startled by the rebuke but quickly defended herself, cheeks flushed. "These are my Spiritual Power Pills. I can use them however I want. Besides, Brother Mo Yu isn’t a bad person."

"You dare talk back to me?"

Yuchang Fu’s face darkened with anger. Seeing the usually submissive Wan’er openly defy her, she immediately raised her hand to slap her.

Pa!

Her hand was caught mid-air by another hand.

Mo Yu’s expression turned cold as he looked at this arrogant young woman, his voice carrying a faint chill. "You’re both members of the Yuchang Clan, yet you have no sense of respect or discipline."

"You... a cripple dare call me undisciplined?"

Yuchang Fu’s face twisted with rage. It was the first time anyone had dared to reprimand her so openly.

The surrounding Yuchang Clan members quickly gathered around, their expressions hostile as they glared at Mo Yu.

"What’s going on here?!"

The commotion drew the attention of Yuchang Ran at the front. In a flash, she appeared beside them, her voice carrying a sharp authority.

"Sister Ran, this man tricked Wan’er into giving him Spiritual Power Pills. He’s definitely up to no good!" Yuchang Fu immediately accused.

"No, that’s not true! I gave them to Brother Mo Yu of my own will!" Yuchang Wan’er quickly defended.

"You—!"

Yuchang Fu’s face turned even redder with anger.

"That’s enough!"

Yuchang Ran’s expression darkened, silencing them both. She turned to Mo Yu, frowning. "Why do you need Wan’er’s Spiritual Power Pills?"

"To heal my injuries," Mo Yu replied calmly.

"With your injuries, recovery should be impossible. Even with Spiritual Power Pills, it’s pointless."

"I have my own methods." Mo Yu remained indifferent, offering no further explanation.

"Hah! Even if you recover, so what? Do you think you can—"

Yuchang Fu sneered, but before she could finish her sentence, Mo Yu’s gaze turned ice-cold.

A chilling aura surged from him like a storm from the depths of an eighteen-layered infernal prison.

Yuchang Fu’s breath hitched. A deep fear gripped her, forcing her to swallow her words. However, her embarrassment quickly turned to anger. Just as she was about to lash out again, Yuchang Ran stopped her.

Yuchang Ran glanced at Mo Yu with surprise. That brief surge of killing intent had even made her uneasy. However, she quickly furrowed her brows, suspecting she might have misjudged the sensation.

"Wan’er is kind-hearted, but don’t deceive her. If you have any ill intentions, the Yuchang Clan will not spare you."

With that, Yuchang Ran gave Mo Yu a deep look before dismissing the gathered crowd.

The Yuchang Clan was one of the three great families of the Myriad Weapons Region. No matter what kind of background Mo Yu had, he wouldn’t be able to stir up much trouble.

Yuchang Fu glared at Mo Yu resentfully before turning away in anger.

Mo Yu watched the scene unfold with a calm expression. Once the crowd had dispersed, he smiled and patted Yuchang Wan’er’s little head, just about to offer some words of comfort when his expression suddenly stiffened.

He turned his head, looking ahead. On a distant hillside, a large group of people had appeared, their gazes all locked onto this area.

"It’s the Gongshu Clan’s people... I didn’t expect them to show up here too."

As Mo Yu spotted the approaching group, murmurs quickly spread through the surroundings, and the expressions of the Yuchang Clan’s disciples grew solemn.

"Who are they?" Mo Yu’s gaze was fixed on the forefront of the group, where a man dressed in yellow robes stood. He was handsome, his face adorned with a seemingly amiable smile, yet beneath that smile lurked a chilling undertone.

"They are from the Gongshu Clan, one of the three great families on par with our Yuchang Clan. The leader is Gongshu Zan.

He’s quite famous among the younger generation of the Gongshu Clan, said to be a powerhouse on par with Sister Ran." Yuchang Wan’er spoke nervously beside him.

"Our Yuchang Clan has never gotten along with the Gongshu Clan, and I didn’t expect to run into them here..."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on Gongshu Zan, an uneasy premonition stirring within him.

Two of the continent’s top families meeting, especially with their already strained relationship, made it hard not to suspect ulterior motives at play.

"Heh, what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to run into Miss Yuchang Ran here." Gongshu Zan smiled at the leader of the Yuchang Clan’s group, Yuchang Ran.

Yuchang Ran frowned and said in a low voice, "Whether it’s a coincidence, you know best. I just hope your Gongshu Clan won’t act recklessly."

"Miss Yuchang Ran, you are quite straightforward."

Gongshu Zan chuckled, exuding the demeanor of a smiling tiger. Then, he folded his hands into his sleeves and looked at Yuchang Ran with a meaningful gaze.

"I heard that the Yuchang Clan’s main branch has been in decline in recent years, growing weaker and weaker. At this rate, I wonder if your position as one of the three great families can still hold.

By the way, a little reminder—this place is full of spirit beasts. Be extra careful at night."

After saying this, Gongshu Zan laughed heartily, a hint of coldness flashing deep in his eyes before he waved his sleeve and led his men away.

As Gongshu Zan and his people left, the expressions of the Yuchang Clan’s disciples darkened slightly.

Mo Yu watched their retreating figures, his brows slightly furrowing. It seemed that staying around this group wasn’t exactly safe either.

As night fell, the Yuchang Clan’s convoy set up camp once again.

Now, having reached an uninhabited region, their defenses were heightened. Not only were guards patrolling, but traps were also set up around the camp to prevent ambushes.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged beside the carriage, glancing toward the center of the camp, where the Yuchang Clan’s disciples were gathered. It was lively, but he had no intention of joining them.

To him, the Yuchang Clan—and the entire Myriad Weapons Region—were merely passing encounters.

"I can see your injuries are almost healed. It seems that the Spiritual Energy Pills were quite beneficial in your recovery. Based on my estimate, once you completely convert your Dou Qi into Spiritual Energy, your strength will far surpass the Ninth Rank Supreme.

At that point, you might even attempt to break through to Earthly Supreme. If you succeed, you’ll be able to roam freely across the Myriad Weapons Region and even the Western Heaven Continent."

The voice of the Wind Emperor echoed in Mo Yu’s mind.

"Earthly Supreme..."

Hearing this, a hint of yearning flickered in Mo Yu’s eyes. Having been trapped in this small forest for days, he felt a sense of frustration at being unable to fully unleash his potential.

However, he soon shook his head with a wry smile. The hundreds of Spiritual Energy Pills he had obtained from Yuchang Wan’er to heal his injuries had already been consumed.

Even if Yuchang Wan’er had more, he clearly couldn’t bring himself to ask her for any. That would feel a little too shameless, even for him.

Without the pills, he could only rely on his body’s natural recovery, gradually healing his injuries and converting his energy.

"Brother Mo Yu."

Yuchang Wan’er’s voice rang out beside him. When Mo Yu turned, he saw the girl offering him roasted meat, her delicate face slightly flushed—looking rather adorable.

Mo Yu smiled at her. That gentle expression was something he never showed to other Yuchang Clan disciples. Clearly, he had developed some fondness for this kind-hearted, innocent girl.

"Wan’er, don’t stray too far from me tonight."

Mo Yu took a bite of the meat while squinting slightly toward the depths of the dark forest.

"Huh?" Yuchang Wan’er blinked in confusion, staring at him blankly.

"Just listen to me." Mo Yu smiled but didn’t elaborate further.

The Gongshu Clan’s people were clearly not to be trusted. Moreover, the Yuchang Clan seemed to have declined significantly over the years, making them an easy target.

Mo Yu didn’t care about the fate of the Yuchang Clan, but he was determined to protect this little girl.

"Oh."

Yuchang Wan’er obediently nodded. With her timid personality, she didn’t dare ask Mo Yu for a clear explanation.

Mo Yu chuckled softly and ruffled the girl’s hair.

Pale moonlight bathed the camp as dozens of Yuchang Clan guards vigilantly scanned the surrounding forest. The camp remained quiet, with only the occasional crackle of burning wood breaking the silence.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged on a tree branch, his face calm as still water. From time to time, his gaze drifted toward the open carriage where the girl slept peacefully.

Then—

"Roar!"

The prolonged silence was suddenly shattered by a deep, guttural beastly roar from within the depths of the forest.

Mo Yu’s half-closed eyes snapped open.

"As expected... they’ve come."

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