The old man was dressed in a gorgeous vintage suit. He had white hair and a white beard. He had blue eyes and a high nose bridge. He was a typical Caucasian.
The three women were doing business in Dragon City, so foreign customers would often appear in the shop. However, this was the first time they had seen someone directly looking for the owner of the shop. Other people might not know that the owner of the medicine shop was Big Brother Mo. How did this stern-looking old man know?
"Why are you looking for our boss?"
Tang Zhizhi walked forward. Her gaze was a little cautious. Because the business of the medicine shop was booming and there was an abundance of goods, it had attracted the attention of many people. Some people had long been looking for the owner of the shop behind the scenes. However, the people in the shop were very secretive. No one knew the identity of the owner behind the scenes.
She was very curious as to how this old man knew that the owner of the medicine shop was Mo Wen. How did he know that Mo Wen was in the medicine shop?
"Call your boss out. He has an appointment with someone in ten days. It has been a month and he has not shown up. Does he want to be a coward?"
The foreign old man said coldly. He had come on the young mistress's orders. No matter what, he had to see Mo Wen.
"An appointment in ten days? What appointment in ten days?"
A voice came from upstairs. Then, Mo Wen walked down with his hands behind his back, smiling. His gaze swept over the old man.
"Mo Wen, have you forgotten the appointment you made with Miss Yao Yu? You are number one on the Heaven List of Huaxia, the most famous person in Dragon City. Who would have thought that you would go back on your word? "
The foreign old man frowned slightly. What did Mo Wen's attitude mean? Was he going to go back on his word? Back then, he and the young mistress had personally set the appointment in ten days. Now that he was going back on his word, the young mistress would probably be very unhappy. After all, the young mistress's only goal in staying in Dragon City was to teach this young man a lesson.
"Old man, don't get agitated. I have a bad habit. I have a bad memory. What appointment did I make with your young mistress? Tell me. Could it be that we have an engagement that I don't know about?"
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, looking as if he had forgotten what he had said in the past.
"You dare to tease the young mistress?"
The foreign old man's expression was cold. A shocking aura exploded from his body. The frightening aura made Mo Wen feel as if the waves of the ocean were crashing towards him. It was extremely frightening.
Saint-rank!
Mo Wen's heart tightened. This elder was actually a sacred level existence, and not an ordinary one at that. Although Mo Wen's cultivation was not high, he had seen many strong practitioners. This elder's aura was actually no weaker than Wise Man Ku Ji.
Moreover, his aura was only aimed at him. Tang Zhizhi and the others who were standing beside him did not react at all, and it would not attract the attention of the Dragon City powerhouses. This level of control was not simple.
Wise Man Ku Ji of the Huatian Palace was quite famous in the Senate. He was an immortal cultivator at the pinnacle of the Primordial Soul Realm. Such a pinnacle of the sacred level actually addressed Yao Yu as Young Mistress and considered himself a servant.
In the West, people with superpowers referred to those above the Primordial Soul Realm as Saints. It meant that they had transcended mortality and entered sainthood. They were different from ordinary people, so they were referred to as Saints.
However, the Saint level was just a general name. People above this level were divided into many realms, which were generally the same as the cultivators in Huaxia. However, there were many factions and races in the Western world. Different factions or races used different names for the realms.
For example, in the Blood Kindred, the Saint level was the level above the Marquis. The Marquis was equivalent to the Primordial Soul Realm in Huaxia. Above that were the Duke, King, Emperor …
As for the clergy in the Gods Alliance, they were called sages relative to the Primordial Soul Realm. Above that were saints, great saints, and sacred kings …
Although the names were different, the meaning was not much different. There were three thousand paths, and they all led to the same destination. Hence, the realms were not much different.
The foreign elder in front of Mo Wen was obviously a sage in the Gods Alliance. He was highly respected.
"Your cultivation is impressive. I am impressed."
Mo Wen cupped his fists slightly. The person in front of him had cultivation equivalent to the pinnacle of the Primordial Soul Realm. Mo Wen felt that he was far from being a match for him. They were both in the Primordial Soul Realm, but the difference between them was very big. Those who had just entered the Primordial Soul Realm and those who were at the pinnacle of the Primordial Soul Realm were not on the same level.
"Mister Mo Wen, there is an old saying in Huaxia that a gentleman keeps his word. Do you want to go back on your word?"
Cawthon said plainly. If this was any other place, he would not have bothered to talk to this young man. He would have just captured him and taken him away. However, this was Dragon City, a place where he did not dare to be impudent.
"Your Excellency, you are too serious. I am just a commoner. How would I dare to call myself a gentleman?" Mo Wen shook his head and said, "I just said it casually in the beginning. It was just a dispute out of spite. The headquarters did not take it to heart. Since Miss Yao Yu is so serious, why don't I fight her?"
Such a powerful person was willing to be Yao Yu's servant. This woman's background was not simple. However, this also piqued Mo Wen's interest. Before this, when he fought with the ancient martial art practitioners from the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, they were not on the same level at all. He was somewhat dispirited. Perhaps this woman, Yao Yu, could give him a surprise.
"It is naturally for the best that you keep your promise. Better to do it now. Let's fight today."
Cawthon nodded. It was not suitable for the young mistress to stay in Dragon City all the time. She had to deal with this brat as soon as possible and then leave Huaxia.
"Let's go." Mo Wen was not one to beat around the bush.
"Big Brother Mo, can you bring us along?" Tang Zhizhi asked excitedly. She had been present when Mo Wen and Yao Yu had wagered their battle. She knew what had happened and was even more excited to see the battle between Mo Wen and Yao Yu.
Although Su Wan 'er and Wang Qian did not speak, their eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Alright, then I'll bring you along." Mo Wen did not object.
…
Ever since he learned of some secrets of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, Mo Wen felt a sense of danger. He also understood why the Sinister Wind Sect hated him.
After the Martial Arts Circle Convention ended that day, Mo Qingtian came looking for him and told him everything that had happened. He did not expect that the 34th cult leader of the Ming Cult would be so powerful that he could turn the Peng Lai Deity Realm upside down and offend countless sects.
However, the Ming Cult Leader did not end up well. After all, the Peng Lai Immortal Realm had a long history and was related to the Great War of the Middle Ages. On the surface, some of the simple sects might have an unimaginably shocking heritage.
Although the Ming Cult Leader was a genius with high cultivation and was said to have reached the pinnacle of the Tide Changing Realm, in the end, he could not resist and died hundreds of years ago. Also, the destruction of the Ming Cult seemed to be related to the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Otherwise, how could a sect that shook the world be destroyed so easily?
The battle arena was the only place in Dragon City where martial arts could be fought. Fighting was prohibited in other places in Dragon City, but where there were people, there would be Jianghu. Warriors from all walks of life gathered in Dragon City, so naturally, there would be many grudges. There were conflicts almost every day, and the battle arena was the place to resolve conflicts.
The ancient martial arts world worshipped strength, and the strong were respected. Everything was decided by one's fists. The winner was king, and the loser was a bandit. Before a battle, both sides would set up a treaty. The loser had to abide by the treaty, even if the treaty required the entire sect of the loser to commit suicide.
No one had ever been able to violate the treaty of the battle arena. Everyone knew that the Huatian Palace was behind the battle arena.
Hence, when fighting in the battle arena, everyone was very cautious when signing the treaty. No one would be stupid enough to force themselves onto the path of death unless they had absolute confidence.
"Young Master Mo, you promised to meet me in ten days, but you came so late. You've made me wait for so long."
Yao Yu still had that bewitching look on her face. When she spoke, she was also coquettish. She even deliberately copied the habits of the Hua Xia warriors and called the young and promising youth "Young Master." Her demeanor was ambiguous, and a casual sentence from her could cause one's imagination to run wild.
"Younger Sister Yao Yu, don't worry. How could Older Brother Mo keep you waiting?" Mo Wen said with a smile, taking advantage of the situation.
"Older Brother Mo? I also hope that you can be my Older Brother Mo. However, Yao Yu likes strong warriors. First, you must defeat me. Otherwise, you can only be my servant. " “
Yao Yu's small mouth curled up slightly. Her red and tender lips were bright and glistening, making one want to hug and take a bite.
"Servant? Younger Sister Yao Yu's taste is really strong. So you like to play SM. I like it. " Mo Wen chuckled. His gaze swept up and down Yao Yu a few times invasively, especially pausing at a few important parts.
"Let's sign the treaty."
Yao Yu's expression instantly turned cold. She changed her expression faster than flipping the pages of a book. Although she liked to tease others, she also had to look at the other party. For a dead pig like Mo Wen who was shameless, she felt that she would be the one at a disadvantage if she continued to tease him.
Let's see how arrogant you can be after you lose to her and become her slave. Let's see how arrogant you can be then.
On the surface, Yao Yu looked like a seductive vixen. However, she was extremely black-bellied. She instantly thought of countless ways to torture Mo Wen.
"I believe that you all know the rules of the battle arena. I am the referee of this battle. Once the treaty is signed, it cannot be changed. You all should think about it carefully."
An elder walked forward. He was the Zhenshan Doyen who managed the battle arena. Normally, he would not personally take part in some of the battles. However, this time was different. The battle involved Mo Wen and Yao Yu. If he did not personally take part, ordinary referees would most likely find it difficult to control the situation.
"What will happen if you lose?"
The referee looked at Yao Yu. The treaty of the battle had to be agreed upon by both parties. If one party disagreed, it would not be valid.
"If I lose, I will be his woman and never leave him," Yao Yu said lightly. The treaty of the battle was naturally based on the wager of the martial arts competition for a spouse.
"What will happen if you lose?" The referee looked at Mo Wen again.
"If I lose, I will be her man and never leave her," Mo Wen said with a smile.
The referee immediately felt a little confused. He looked at Mo Wen and Yao Yu in astonishment. What was going on with these two? The referee's mind was filled with question marks. If the treaty was valid, then wouldn't the public display of affection be right in front of him? Were they deliberately teasing him?
"Mo Wen …!" Yao Yu glared at Mo Wen. Her gaze was as sharp as a knife.
Right now, a large number of people had already gathered at the spectator stands of the battle arena. Because the battle involved Mo Wen and Yao Yu, the news had spread through Dragon City in the shortest time possible. There was an endless stream of people rushing to the battle arena.
"Pfft …" In a corner of the battle arena, when Mo Wen finished speaking, Stunning Snow could not help but spit out the cup of tea in her hand. (To be continued.)
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