"Qing Yun, you were too rash just now. You'll be in trouble if Forefather Tenchū is displeased."
On the way back to his residence, Divine Craftsman Burning Sword had a grave expression as he spoke with lingering fear.
As far as he was concerned, Mo Qingyun's actions earlier were truly too rash.
Mo Qingyun's forceful rebutting of Teng Meng was still acceptable.
But Mo Qingyun had no sense of propriety when negotiating with Tenchū.
"Master, there's something you don't know."
Mo Qingyun shook his head with a faint smile. "If I were like the other clansmen, I wouldn't be able to gain Forefather Tenchū's favor."
"What do you mean?"
Divine Craftsman Burning Sword looked puzzled, not understanding what Mo Qingyun meant.
Under the divine craftsman's gaze, Mo Qingyun smiled craftily and said, "Right now, the Heavenly Soul Demons are divided too much. All the factions fear each other, so everyone is worried about doing things. They can't go all out."
Divine Craftsman Burning Sword nodded repeatedly, expressing his approval of Mo Qingyun's words.
Although he agreed with Mo Qingyun, the divine craftsman still didn't understand. He felt that this had nothing to do with Mo Qingyun.
Mo Qingyun continued, "The current situation in the Tianhun Demon Race is like a pool of stagnant water. There's a lifeless atmosphere in the race and there's no spirit left. This will only make the clansmen more and more dispirited."
The divine craftsman's expression changed when he heard Mo Qingyun's words. He understood what Mo Qingyun was referring to.
"So you're saying that Forefather Tianzhong gave you the Devil Punisher Medallion so that you can go and wreak havoc in the tribe?" asked Divine Craftsman Brokensword.
"That should be the case."
Mo Qingyun nodded and voiced his conjecture. Then, he said, "However, I still need to slowly verify whether or not this is the case."
"We can't be careless about this matter. We really need to think about it at length."
After listening to Mo Qingyun's analysis, Divine Craftsman Fen Jian's expression turned grave, and he hurriedly warned Mo Qingyun.
In his opinion, since this matter involved Tenchū, he could not afford to be careless.
If he angered Tenchū, no one would be able to save Mo Qingyun. Mo Qingyun would really be finished.
Tenchū's status in the Heavenly Soul Devil Clan was so high that even ordinary Saints could not compare to him.
After that, Mo Qingyun and Xiao Luo chatted as they walked. Unknowingly, they returned to their residence.
When Mo Qingyun returned to his residence, he parted ways with the blacksmith and returned to his courtyard.
Back at his residence, Mo Qingyun was in no hurry to enter the Fortune Mainland. Instead, he released his soul force to scan the surroundings.
He was worried that Tenchū, that wretched old man, was secretly spying on him.
As Mo Qingyun was carefully scanning the surroundings, he attracted the Six Eared Macaque's attention. The Six Eared Macaque helped him to sense the surroundings.
"Master, I sensed a Saint Realm expert's soul force flashing past here."
The Six Eared Macaque noticed that something was wrong and immediately transmitted a message to Mo Qingyun, reminding Mo Qingyun to be careful.
Hearing the Six Eared Macaque's warning, Mo Qingyun's face lit up. His guess had been confirmed.
"As expected, Tenchū, that wretched old man, is secretly spying on me again."
Knowing that Tenchū was secretly spying on him, Mo Qingyun's lips curled into a faint smile. He thought to himself, "It's not that easy to spy on me."
When Mo Qingyun thought of this, he no longer hesitated and immediately took out some materials to refine the formation.
After taking out the materials, Mo Qingyun did not waste any more time. He immediately began to set up the array.
One by one, strange handprints formed in Mo Qingyun's hands and entered each of the materials.
After the materials were imprinted with a seal, Mo Qingyun tossed them to various corners to become the base of the array.
After a few hours, Mo Qingyun stopped what he was doing. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, a fog-like screen of light appeared above Mo Qingyun's yard.
"It's done!"
Seeing the fog-like screen of light above his yard, Mo Qingyun's face lit up with a bright smile. He said, "Old man, now I'd like to see how you're going to spy on me."
Although Tenchū did not mean any harm, Mo Qingyun did not want to expose his secrets to others.
Right now, in Tenchū's palace.
"Eh? My consciousness is being cut off by the array. I did not expect this kid to be proficient in arrays."
Tenchū immediately exclaimed when he realized that his consciousness was being cut off. He was very surprised by this situation.
He did not think that Mo Qingyun actually also had outstanding talent in the area of Array Dao.
"It seems that the kid has discovered that I've been secretly spying on him."
Seeing this, Tenchū thought silently and guessed the general situation.
Tenchū frowned when he thought of this. He muttered to himself, "I clearly sensed an almost undetectable Saint level consciousness on that kid just now. It seems that this kid has many secrets."
Tenchū muttered to himself. He stopped thinking about it and entered Tenchū's palace.
"Greetings to Ancestor Tenchū!"
Seeing Tenchū enter the palace, Jiang Shangyao and the others immediately greeted Tenchū respectfully.
Tenchū nodded indifferently at Jiang Shangyao and the others' actions. He floated to the top of the palace and said, "Shang Yao, how many days are left until the next Realm Lord's selection?"
"Ancestor Tenchū, there is still a little more than a year."
Jiang Shangyao calculated and reported the date of the selection to Tenchū.
After hearing Jiang Shangyao's report, Tenchū smiled brightly. "It seems that we can still hold another Realm Lord's selection."
"Realm Lord's selection?"
Jiang Shangyao's expression froze. He looked at Tenchū in shock and exclaimed, "Ancestor Tenchū, there is only a little more than a year until the Realm Lord's selection. Even if we hold another round of Realm Lord's selection now, the new Realm Lords won't be able to fight for the position."
"Whether they have the ability or not is their problem. Whether they hold it or not is our problem."
Ignoring Jiang Shangyao's persuasion, Tenchū smiled shrewdly and silently thought of his own plan.
Hearing Tenchū's words, Jiang Shangyao's expression immediately lit up. "Ancestor Tenchū, is your arrangement to help Mo Qingyun stir up the Heavenly Soul Demons?"
"That's right!"
Tenchū nodded, confirming Jiang Shangyao's guess. "How about this?" he said. "Before the Realm Lord's selection, we'll hold a Heavenly Soul Gathering first. Let the geniuses of the clan participate. It'll be the prelude to the main event."
"Yes, I understand."
Jiang Shangyao nodded. After thinking for a bit, he said, "Ancestor Tenchū, how about we set the Heavenly Demon Gathering in three months, on the day the Demon Ancestor's Tablet opens? At that time, we can reward the geniuses who perform well and let them enter the Demon Ancestor's Tablet to cultivate."
"That's a good suggestion. We'll do as you say."
Hearing Jiang Shangyao's suggestion, Tenchū nodded and gave Jiang Shangyao some instructions.
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