After leaving the Four Seas Pavilion, the two walked aimlessly without a word.
Lu Bai was calculating the money in his pocket.
Previously, all he had was the few thousand silver he’d gotten from looting corpses at the Border Post.
Now, after selling the Snake Demon’s corpse, he suddenly had a huge sum of money.
As his own strength increased, the amount of money he could earn also grew.
Of course, the prices for Golden Core Realm Spiritual Elixirs, Weapons and Magical Treasures, and various Cultivation and Martial Techniques would also be much higher.
’Earn a lot, spend a lot.’
Just then, the crowd on the street ahead suddenly erupted into chaos. A group of Martial Artists in black, foreign-style clothing strode over, their faces grim. They clearly meant trouble.
’Mo Country people?’
Lu Bai glanced over and recognized them immediately.
Recalling the scene at the Cyan Mountain Hunting Ground, he already had a good idea of what was happening.
"What are you shoving for? Are you blind?!"
"What are you doing?!"
The group of Mo Country Martial Artists was aggressive, shoving pedestrians aside and causing many to stumble.
Some were caught off guard and even fell to the ground.
Some glared angrily, while others cursed out loud.
"Forget it, forget it."
More people held them back, persuading, "Didn’t you see? Those are Martial Artists from Mo Country."
"So what if they’re Mo Country Martial Artists?"
One man, his face full of indignation, shouted, "They’re here in the Capital City for the Golden Platform Martial Arts Discussion, not to run wild and barge through the streets! If they’ve got a problem, they can settle it on the Martial Arts Discussion Platform!"
"Keep your voice down."
Another person advised, "The Capital Prefect issued a notice long ago. To display the depth of our Wu Dynasty, we are to be as friendly and restrained as possible toward these foreigners. Report any incidents to the authorities; do not engage in private battles."
"That’s right, it’s not a big deal. Don’t let a trivial matter like this damage our dynasty’s image. If the Prefect punishes us for it, it won’t be worth it."
"What a bunch of crap!"
Those few men were still resentful and muttered a few words, but they didn’t step forward again.
However, the crowd still watched the group of Mo Country Martial Artists.
Judging by their demeanor, something was clearly off. It looked like there was going to be a show!
More and more people gathered, following behind the group of Mo Country Martial Artists.
Amidst a clamor of hurried footsteps.
That group of Mo Country Martial Artists soon arrived before Lu Bai and Luo Qing.
The leader was not old, looking to be in his early twenties. He had dark skin, a high-bridged nose, and a sinister gaze. He gave a slight wave of his hand.
The group of Mo Country Martial Artists instantly fanned out, surrounding Lu Bai and Luo Qing.
"What are you doing?"
Luo Qing cried out.
"You’re Lu Bai?"
The young man in the lead stared intently at Lu Bai, a vicious light flashing in his eyes, and asked slowly.
Lu Bai asked, "And who are you?"
"My name is Mo Yuanting."
The young man said, enunciating each word.
A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd.
"Ah, so it’s him!"
"I heard he’s Mo Country’s First True Master!"
"I wonder how Lu Bai provoked him."
"Lu Bai? That name sounds a bit familiar too."
"He’s Black Hand Yama."
"It’s him!"
The surrounding crowd broke into hushed, fervent discussion.
"Never heard of you."
Lu Bai’s face was expressionless.
Hearing this, Mo Yuanting’s face darkened, his skin seeming to grow a few shades deeper.
"Insolent!"
"Arrogant and ignorant!"
Several of the surrounding Mo Country Martial Artists shouted reprimands, their expressions agitated, faces red, and eyes glaring as if their tails had been stepped on.
This wasn’t really Lu Bai being arrogant.
He truly had never heard of him.
Mo Tang had mentioned Shi Ang to him, but as for some Mo Yuanting, he’d never heard the name.
"What is it?"
Lu Bai was unfazed by the rebukes from the surrounding Mo Country Martial Artists. He simply watched Mo Yuanting calmly, his tone nonchalant and his composure unshaken.
Mo Yuanting said coldly, "A Demon Beast I was raising was killed by you. How should you be punished for that!"
"Oh?"
Lu Bai feigned ignorance. "I did indeed slaughter a beast in the Cyan Mountain Hunting Ground, but how could that possibly be your Demon Beast?"
In truth, Lu Bai already had a rough idea. When he was hunting down that Elder Ji from Mo Country in the Cyan Mountain Hunting Ground, the man had said something about a "Young Master’s Demon Beast."
"That Snake Demon was my Demon Beast!"
Mo Yuanting narrowed his eyes, a cold light flickering within them.
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
Lu Bai waved his hand dismissively. "As everyone knows, the Cyan Mountain Hunting Ground is a hunting ground of our Wu Dynasty. How could your Demon Beast be there?"
A Mo Country Martial Artist said in a low voice, "Our Young Master was worried the Demon Beast would frighten you Wu Country people, so he placed it in the Cyan Mountain Hunting Ground. But you killed it!"
"In that case, it seems I did kill it."
Lu Bai smiled and asked, "So what?"
So many disciples from Jingwu Academy had witnessed the event; it was impossible to hide it anyway.
"As long as you admit it. I’ll grant you have some guts."
Mo Yuanting’s gaze was grim. He nodded and said, "If you have the guts, fight me on the Martial Arts Discussion Platform. If you can leave the platform alive, I can let this matter go!"
Luo Qing’s heart sank.
She had been in the Capital City for half a year and had naturally heard of Mo Yuanting’s reputation during that time.
’No matter how strong Lu Bai is, he just stepped into the Alchemy Dao. And after that huge battle last night, who knows how much energy he has left? How can he be a match for Mo Yuanting?’
Afraid that Lu Bai would accept out of a moment of bravado, Luo Qing cried out, "Your Snake Demon was slaughtering innocents in the Cyan Mountain Hunting Ground and killed fellow students from Jingwu Academy! It deserved to die! You can’t blame Xiaolu for it!"
When Mo Yuanting heard this, his expression instantly turned incredibly ugly.
After a moment of silence, Mo Yuanting suddenly spoke: "Bitch! Slap her!"
He was well aware of the Wu Dynasty’s laws; one could not engage in private brawls on the street.
Therefore, it was not wise for him to act directly.
Instead, he ordered the Martial Artists under his command to make a move.
That way, even if there was a punishment, it wouldn’t fall on him.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The moment his voice fell, three Mo Country Martial Artists immediately charged out, heading straight for Luo Qing.
"So arrogant!"
"This is the Wu Dynasty! You dare to hit people in the middle of the street?"
The surrounding crowd was instantly in an uproar.
A few Martial Artists, unable to watch any longer, leaped out to right the injustice.
"Get out of the way!"
A surge of Blood Qi erupted from the three Mo Country Martial Artists, releasing a tyrannical power. Their Blood Qi flared like a heaven-scorching flame, instantly forcing back and blasting away the few Wu Dynasty Martial Artists.
HISS!
"True Master Martial Dao!"
"This... we can’t beat them."
The faces of those few Martial Artists turned ashen. They clenched their fists, their expressions chagrined.
There were many Martial Artists in the Capital City, but True Masters of the Martial Dao were not so common that you could see them everywhere.
What’s more, even if there were other True Masters of the Martial Dao in the crowd, they wouldn’t necessarily step forward at this moment.
The three Mo Country True Masters of the Martial Dao split into three directions and were in front of Luo Qing in just a couple of steps.
The surging heatwave from their Blood Qi rushed toward her, threatening to engulf her completely.
This was the power of a True Master of the Martial Dao.
They hadn’t even truly attacked yet, but she already couldn’t withstand the mere pressure of their emitted Blood Qi!
Luo Qing’s face was pale. She felt a suffocating pressure, unable to even breathe.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Amid the clamor, several dull thuds suddenly rang out.
The crowd only saw a blur, and the three Mo Country Martial Artists who had just charged forward were sent flying backward at an even greater speed, crashing into the crowd and knocking over many of their fellow Mo Country Martial Artists.
The surroundings erupted in an uproar!