Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Stunning the Whole Audience

The Ghost Demon shrieked itself hoarse in Mo Qi’s hand, as if suffering unbearable agony.

Neither Fang Min nor Zhang Shao could understand how Mo Qi was able to deal with the Ghost Demon.

After all, Ghost Demons were formless, intangible, and elusive. They specifically attacked the Sea of Consciousness and were extremely difficult to handle.

Without a special Technique, even if one’s Soul Power could crush the Ghost Demon, it would be difficult to even expel it, let alone suppress it.

How could they have known that Mo Qi’s Sea of Consciousness was different from an ordinary person’s?

Putting aside the Chaos Scripture, the Nether Soul Flame alone was not something a mere Ghost Demon could afford to provoke.

What was the Nether Soul Flame?

It was the product of the Celestial-level Fire Seed, the Netherworld Flame, after its transformation. In particular, its red side, the Yang Fire, was the bane of all spiritual bodies and evil entities.

When the Ghost Demon entered Mo Qi’s Sea of Consciousness, it was truly like a lesser demon meeting the King of Hell. No matter what world-shaking power it possessed, it could only surrender obediently.

Therefore, the Ghost Demon’s only effect on Mo Qi was a brief moment of shock.

"And another thing—the power you’re so proud of is a joke in front of me."

Mo Qi’s figure flickered as he shot toward Fang Min. He raised his fist and threw a punch—simple, direct, without any fancy moves.

Fang Min came to her senses and met his attack with a punch of her own.

BOOM!

The collision of their fists created a deafening roar.

Mo Qi didn’t move an inch, but Fang Min was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground as countless bricks shattered and flew in all directions.

Her black-robed cloak exploded, revealing a withered, twig-like body. Wrinkled clothes clung to her frame as black gas continuously seeped out.

Looking at her wrinkle-covered half-face, you would never guess her true age was less than sixteen.

The most terrifying part was her eye sockets. They were empty and void, with no eyeballs—only two clusters of dark light that flickered with a sinister, cold glint.

Fang Min got to her feet and spat out a mouthful of black blood. The arm she had used to punch was twisted and deformed.

She stared at Mo Qi, her face a mask of shock. She suddenly realized that this man she had known for ten years felt like a complete stranger.

"Are... are you really Mo Qi?"

’Is this still the same simple-minded boy who only knew how to chop wood and cook, who had no talent for Cultivation, and who used to follow me around all day?’

For ten years, she had thought she knew him well. But did she really?

’She thought that by latching onto Wang Hao, she could say goodbye to an ordinary life, have nothing more to do with servants like Mo Qi, and become a superior being envied by all.’

’But what was the reality? Mo Qi had become the Void Sect’s treasure, while she herself had turned into this monstrous thing, neither human nor demon.’

’She thought that by joining the Wolf Fang Sect, becoming Zhang Shao’s disciple, and even using a Secret Technique to merge with a Ghost Demon at any cost, she would be able to stand high above Mo Qi when they met again, grinding his face under her heel and looking down on everything.’

’And yet, her confidence, her assets—everything she had built herself up with—was once again being ruthlessly trampled by Mo Qi.’

"No, I don’t believe it! How does a useless cook like you get to beat me every time!" Fang Min shrieked, descending into a frenzy.

"I want you dead!"

She threw herself at Mo Qi, disregarding everything in a final, desperate struggle.

’She knew that if she didn’t succeed today, she would never get another chance.’

Mo Qi felt not a shred of pity.

The moment Fang Min had dug up Uncle Niu’s remains, a powerful killing intent toward her had ignited within him. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Not to mention the suffering she had inflicted upon Niu Kexin. Even if Fang Min died a thousand, or even ten thousand times, it would not be enough to quell the rage in Mo Qi’s heart.

With a thought, Mo Qi coated his five fingers in the Nether Soul Flame and clenched his fist.

POP!

The Ghost Demon instantly vanished into thin air.

"Aargh!"

Fang Min, who had been charging forward, suddenly seemed to have all her strength drained away. Her momentum vanished, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and screaming in agony.

From the moment she merged with the Ghost Demon, her life had been intrinsically linked to it.

The reason she had aged so horribly was that she had been using her own Life Force to sustain the Ghost Demon.

With the Ghost Demon dead, she could not live either.

"Mo Qi, you did this to me! You liar! You butcher! Aaaaargh! I won’t let you go, even as a ghost!"

After another moment of cursing and struggling, the light in Fang Min’s eye sockets gradually faded. Her movements ceased, and she stopped breathing.

Mo Qi watched this scene quietly. The moment Fang Min died, he felt a tremor in his heart, and his entire being felt much lighter, as if a great burden had been lifted.

Everyone, from the members of the Void Sect to Zhang Shao’s Wolf Fang Sect, was utterly dumbfounded.

What had they just witnessed?

Fang Min, who could subdue Liu Hui with just three fingers and whose physical body had already touched the Vajra Realm, had been crippled by a single punch from Mo Qi.

’Is he even human?!’

This was especially true for Zhang Shao. No one knew the power of that Ghost Demon better than he did.

’No wonder Zhang Cheng died at his hands,’ he thought. ’It wasn’t an unjust death at all.’

As he seethed with hatred, Zhang Shao’s gaze shifted to Yun Xuzi, and he suddenly found the situation laughable.

’A talent like Mo Qi would be treated as a priceless treasure even in the Mountain and Sea Empire.’

’But here was Yun Xuzi, actually trying to push him away.’

An impulse rose in Zhang Shao’s heart. If Mo Qi were willing to join the Wolf Fang Sect, he would even be willing to give up his grudge over Zhang Cheng’s death.

Mo Qi’s performance was simply too stunning. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have just disbelieved it—he wouldn’t have even dared to imagine it!

At almost the same moment, all the Elders of the Void Sect, with the exception of Wang Xinglong, turned to look at Yun Xuzi with strange expressions.

’You were actually going to hand over this peerless prodigy to appease the wrath of the Wolf Fang Sect and the Mountain and Sea Empire?!’

’Are you missing a screw, or has your brain just short-circuited?’

’If you don’t want to be the Sect Leader anymore, you could have just said so! Why drag the Void Sect through the mud?’

Yun Xuzi cried out silently in misery. He could naturally feel everyone’s gazes on him, like thorns on his back.

He desperately wanted to say that everything he did was for the good of the Void Sect, but Mo Qi’s performance left him speechless.

’Unable to condense True Essence? A good-for-nothing? What a fucking joke!’

’If he had really handed Mo Qi over, it would have been the Void Sect’s greatest loss, and he himself would have become a sinner to the sect.’

In comparison, Liu Hui’s Dragon Blood Talent now seemed somewhat lackluster.

’No wonder he was so willing to follow Mo Qi as a servant.’

Yun Xuzi was no fool; otherwise, he never would have been able to secure the position of Sect Leader.

So, after connecting the dots, he quickly figured many things out.

Before, he had simply been stuck in a mental dead end, having preconceived notions that Mo Qi couldn’t condense True Essence and would never amount to anything.

Coupled with his long-held high position and his habit of his word being law, he lacked a deep understanding of the finer details of matters and had slowly developed a habit of being self-righteous.

Just as everyone was lost in their own wild thoughts, Mo Qi’s voice interrupted them.

"Senior Brother Yang Ming, it’s your turn!"

"Alright!" Yang Ming’s figure flashed, and he appeared before Mo Qi.

"How are your injuries?" Mo Qi asked with concern.

"That pot of soup you made is miraculous. I’m almost completely healed."

Yang Ming opened his hand. The wound pierced by Zhang Shao’s Golden Cicada Dart had already healed and scabbed over, and the broken bone inside had even regrown.

Mo Qi just smiled and didn’t explain.

It might have looked like a simple hotpot broth, but it had been used to cook quite a few Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. It was essentially a pot of panacea soup.

"Senior Brother Yang Ming, go ahead and fight without holding back. Zhang Shao won’t be your match for long."

Before leaving, Mo Qi gave Yang Ming a strange smile, and a plump, pink piglet suddenly appeared in Yang Ming’s arms.