Chapter 432: Chapter 429: The Price of Targeting Mo Qi (6)

"Mo the kid, have you really thought this through?" the Pig Emperor asked.

Once you start down this path, there’s no going back. If he really did this, Mo Qi would have offended every Sub-Palace, with no chance for reconciliation.

"Is there anything to think through?" Mo Qi retorted. "They’re already trying to kill me. I’m being polite by not going for the kill. Is my decision really that vicious?"

The Pig Emperor shook his head and grinned, revealing two rows of snow-white tusks. "Vicious? Not at all. But I think it’s exciting."

The thought of Mo Qi going up against the entire Hall of Envoys didn’t make the Pig Emperor the least bit nervous or flustered. Instead, he was filled with anticipation.

"If you need it, I don’t mind spicing things up for you, heh heh." The Pig Emperor’s eyes narrowed, his small pupils circling. He was clearly up to no good.

Mo Qi thought for a moment and didn’t refuse.

"Fine. Pig Emperor, you can do as you see fit. Just don’t kill anyone for now, since this isn’t an official challenge. We can’t let these people find a loophole and use the Sub-Palace exchange rules against us."

"No problem! When I handle things, you can rest easy." The Pig Emperor puffed out his chest confidently. "Oh, right. Bring me my painting first."

...

With Silver Hair and Granny Jin Hua watching over them, the experts from the Hall of Envoys didn’t dare pull any more stunts.

They obediently removed the spatial lockdown and continued with the opening of the Spirit Pool and the entry of the designated personnel.

It wasn’t that the strength of Silver Hair and Jin Hua was truly enough to suppress the Hall of Envoys, but rather that the Hall of Envoys was unwilling to offend Cold Cicada Valley unless absolutely necessary.

On the other hand, if Cold Cicada Valley were to actually report today’s events to the Immortal Realm, and the Immortal Realm decided to conduct a thorough investigation, all the Sub-Palaces would face severe punishment, possibly even a great purge.

Besides, everyone could see that Silver Hair and Jin Hua were only protecting Mo Qi out of respect for Wu Bainian.

’In any case, Mo Qi isn’t going anywhere. Why not wait until Silver Hair and Jin Hua leave before dealing with him?’ 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

’Even if the worst came to pass and they couldn’t get anything from Mo Qi this time, once they entered the Demon Spirit Battlefield—when Mo Qi was all alone and unable to borrow any Power of Fortune—they could handle him however they pleased.’

They all understood that haste makes waste.

However, everyone in the Hall of Envoys had overlooked one very important point.

Was Mo Qi’s Power of Fortune really all borrowed?

Generally speaking, fortune is divided into two types: individual and collective.

Every person has a corresponding amount of fortune, which is what we would normally call luck, or one’s fate.

The stronger one’s fortune, the smoother their life.

During Cultivation, they might experience epiphanies. When facing danger, they might inadvertently turn disaster into fortune. They might even stumble upon a Treasure or a great opportunity just by taking a stroll outside.

When fortune accumulates to a certain point, it can even influence the course of events, making one’s wishes come true.

Conversely, the weaker one’s fortune, the rockier their life—what we would call being unlucky.

As for large collectives, such as a nation, a Sect, or a family, they must ensure their fortune is prosperous and as magnificent as the sun if they wish to endure and flourish.

Under normal circumstances, an individual’s fortune is insignificant compared to that of a collective.

It was considered good enough just to have enough for oneself; no one would be willing to consume their own fortune in exchange for power.

This is because, barring special circumstances, every bit of the Power of Fortune used is a bit lost, and it is very difficult to replenish.

No one ever complains about having too much fortune.

What’s more, given the amount of fortune an individual possesses, even if they were to consume it, they wouldn’t gain much power in return. The loss would far outweigh the gain.

Therefore, everyone in the Hall of Envoys simply assumed that Mo Qi’s Power of Fortune must have come from some collective, such as... the Mountain and Sea Empire, or... the Feng and Liu Families.

In reality, however, his Power of Fortune was not borrowed from a collective but came from him personally.

If the experts of the Hall of Envoys were to learn of this, they would likely abandon all thoughts of targeting Mo Qi in an instant.

When an individual’s fortune is so strong that it can support a Vajra Realm Cultivator in a fight against an Immortal, they might not even die if they just stood still and let someone try to kill them.

Protected by such fortune, something would inevitably happen to steer a person of great fortune toward safety.

Most importantly, a person of great fortune often possessed extremely high Cultivation talent, incredibly strong opportunities and luck, an extremely fast Cultivation speed, and the trait of being nearly unkillable.

Offending such a person would be a catastrophe.

But Mo Qi couldn’t be considered a person of great fortune. Ever since he set foot on the Martial Dao, his journey had been anything but smooth. It was full of bumps and stumbles, and he had nearly lost his life several times.

That was why even the Pig Emperor couldn’t figure out what kind of state Mo Qi was truly in.

RUMBLE!

With the combined power of the Hall of Envoys’ experts, the entrance to the Spirit Pool rapidly expanded to ten times its original size.

Spiritual Energy, so dense it was tangible, radiated a dazzling, precious light from the Spirit Pool’s entrance.

Gazing at the Spiritual Materials bobbing up and down in the Spirit Pool, Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor both shook their heads and sighed.

’What a waste!’

’All those good things are just being soaked so casually!’

Although a Secret Technique was being used to activate their medicinal effects, with the Spirit Pool providing further assistance, in Mo Qi’s eyes, this method of processing was far too crude!

If these Treasures were in his hands and made into Medicinal Cuisine, then forget about the 836 slots—even with ten times the number of people, the medicinal effects would be far better than this Spirit Pool.

"Master Mo, are you looking at the Spirit Pool?" After some hesitation, Feng Liang still wanted to offer his spot to Mo Qi.

Mo Qi waved his hand impatiently and said with a half-joking curse, "Hurry up and get in there yourself. I’m not interested in this Spirit Pool!"

Seeing this, Feng Liang shrank back and didn’t dare dally any longer. Suppressing his excitement, he flew into the Spirit Pool.

While the disciples from the other Sub-Palaces were fighting tooth and nail for a chance to enter the Spirit Pool, Qian Duoduo and the others rejected the spots offered by their own Sub-Palaces.

For one, with Mo Qi’s Medicinal Cuisine, they had no interest in this so-called Spirit Pool.

Second, it was obvious that Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor had something planned for the Spirit Pool, and they didn’t want to ruin the fun for those two.

Third, they were eagerly looking forward to Mo Qi and the Pig Emperor teaming up and didn’t want to miss the "big event" that was about to unfold.

「A short while later」

The eight hundred thirty-six slots were all taken.

The entrance to the Spirit Pool quickly sealed shut. Until the medicinal effects were completely exhausted, those inside couldn’t get out, and those outside couldn’t get in.

Once the dust settled, everyone from the Hall of Envoys breathed a sigh of relief.

They had thought Mo Qi would use his connection to Wu Bainian to have Granny Jin Hua demand a spot in the Spirit Pool for him.

To their surprise, from beginning to end, Mo Qi just watched quietly without making any move.

’Looks like he knows his limits after all and didn’t act recklessly.’

Just as the experts were thinking this, Mo Qi broke into his signature simple-minded grin.

And the Pig Emperor on his shoulder cleared his throat, facing the Spirit Pool.

"I’m a little-little-little-little pig~ No matter how much I eat, I never get fat~"

The "touching" "song" suddenly rang out.