Linghu Xiaoxian paused, feeling bewildered.
Why had she chased after him?
Hadn't she said he could leave once he passed through the barrier?
He had passed through the barrier, but why didn't she want him to leave?
Linghu Xiaoxian stammered, "I'm afraid... everyone here will leave."
Mo Qi suddenly had an idea. As the Sect Master's daughter, Linghu Xiaoxian was naturally well-informed about the affairs of the Sun Moon Sect.
If he wanted to investigate the whereabouts of Ling Feiyan and the others, she could be his breakthrough.
This time, he would have to resort to a honey trap!
What a sacrifice it was for him!
Mo Qi turned back and walked towards her. As he reached Linghu Xiaoxian, he suddenly flashed a frivolous smile, "Are you reluctant to see me leave?"
Linghu Xiaoxian glanced at him again, a playful smile appearing on her face, like lotuses blooming in the wind. "You like me, don't you? Those who like me can line up from the front gate to the back gate of this sect. How many are you?"
A demon, definitely a demon!
He suddenly began to worry that not only would his honey trap fail, but he might fall into it himself!
Mo Qi hesitated, then saw many people behind the barrier looking at him eagerly. They had all tried to pass through the barrier just now but failed.
Mo Qi bypassed Linghu Xiaoxian and walked inside, "Anyone else willing to leave can follow me."
Dozens of people responded excitedly, "We are willing, we are willing!"
So Mo Qi repeated his trick, using his telekinetic power to lead those people out.
Hong Jianxin watched Mo Qi, wanting to strike and kill him several times. However, when he looked to Linghu Xiaoxian for consultation, she ignored him, and he dared not act on his own.
Watching wave after wave of people leave, Linghu Xiaoxian felt her heart bleeding!
It wasn't that she felt sorry for these people leaving!
It was because she had set up the barrier to display her supreme magical power, making them watch the exit so close yet unable to leave. This would show them her immense power, that she could grant them life or death.
But now, right under her nose, they had left openly.
This was a blatant slap in the face!
She looked at Mo Qi, her anger escalating infinitely.
She had thought Mo Qi would leave in the end, and then how would she vent her anger?
Fortunately, strangely, Mo Qi did not leave. After sending out those willing to leave, he returned inside the barrier.
Linghu Xiaoxian's slightly distorted state of mind gradually regained balance. She scanned again with her divine sense. Mo Qi was indeed at the Soul Transformation stage, which reassured her. As long as Mo Qi was willing to stay, he would surely die in tomorrow's high-intensity competition.
At this moment, the two burly men arrived with a middle-aged cultivator. The middle-aged cultivator's expression turned nervous upon seeing Linghu Xiaoxian, and he bowed respectfully, "Sect Master!"
Linghu Xiaoxian waved her hand and asked, "How did you arrange the accommodation for these contestants?"
Mu Yingxing stammered, "There are too many of them, and we really couldn't find suitable places..."
Linghu Xiaoxian raised her eyebrows slightly, "Couldn't find them, or didn't look?"
Mu Yingxing's face flushed slightly, "We really couldn't... find them."
"If you can't find them, then go to your home!" Linghu Xiaoxian said calmly.
"Let me think, actually, the place we used to keep prisoners can serve as their temporary shelter," Mu Yingxing said.
The place for prisoners?
Mo Qi's heart trembled. Was it this easy to find Ling Feiyan and the others?
"Then hurry up and make the arrangements," Linghu Xiaoxian said with a smile.
After speaking, she glanced at Mo Qi and turned to leave.
Hong Jianxin glared at Mo Qi and then trotted after her.
So, led by Mu Yingxing, the group headed towards the prison.
The prison was much more spacious and brighter than expected, not damp, crowded, or with iron doors.
Mo Qi looked around for a long time but didn't see Ling Feiyan and the others, nor any prisoners.
Upon inquiry, he learned that these were old cells. Later, the prison was relocated, and these places became disused.
Each room was very spacious.
Mu Yingxing made simple arrangements, with five or six people squeezed into each room, which felt quite roomy.
Mo Qi was assigned to a room closer to the outside, with a total of five people. The others quickly occupied the spots near the entrance, leaving Mo Qi to slowly move towards the back.
Suddenly, someone stuck out a leg, and Mo Qi, caught off guard, fell to the ground with a thud.
Mo Qi, bruised and battered, scrambled up. Seeing the person who had tripped him, he assumed it was an accident and showed no hostility.
The person appeared to be around thirty, with sallow skin and hair divided into two hemispheres, one white and one black. He had a blade of grass in his mouth. Seeing Mo Qi staring at him, he rolled to his feet.
He stared at Mo Qi, chewing the grass, and said nothing.
Mo Qi, seeing the provocative look in his eyes, knew it wasn't an accident; it was intentional.
"What are you looking at? You don't like it?" the black-and-white-haired man said arrogantly.
Mo Qi remained calm and said, "Have I offended you in any way, brother?"
"No," the man shook his head. "I simply find you displeasing. What are you? Don't even look at yourself in a puddle. What kind of character do you have? You just hid a treasure and tore through the barrier, what's there to be proud of? You dare to be a toad lusting after swan meat, trying to approach and provoke Miss Linghu. Miss Linghu is a goddess we can only admire from afar, not profane!"
At the same time, the other three were also stirred, and they crowded around, glaring at Mo Qi angrily.
Mo Qi snorted, "Not only will I approach her, but I will make her my Dao companion. Does that concern you? Do you have the right to dislike me? You're just a dog."
The black-and-white-haired man was so angry he felt like his liver was about to burst. "You, you... you're dead."
Mo Qi shook his head, "Not necessarily!"
The black-and-white-haired man didn't bother with further words and didn't want to cause too much commotion. He directly threw a punch imbued with spiritual energy towards Mo Qi. In close combat, this kind of attack was the most damaging.
Mo Qi didn't dodge. He sneered and threw a punch. His entire fist turned crimson, enveloped in a layer of pale purple flame, emitting a dazzling light and intense heat.
He slammed it forcefully onto the black-and-white-haired man's fist.
The moment Mo Qi made his move, the black-and-white-haired man regretted it. Seeing the display, how could it be the level of a cultivator at the Soul Transformation stage? It was clear he had hidden his strength.
But by then, it was too late for regret.
The black-and-white-haired man's fist collapsed and shattered devastatingly. In an instant, his entire arm was gone, and then it spread to his body, leaving him riddled with holes and severely damaged before he was sent flying backward.
He landed without any sign of life, just a pile of roasted meat.
The other four prepared to seize the opportunity in the chaos and take advantage.
However, they hadn't expected the fight to be decided so quickly.
What was even more astonishing was that the loser was the black-and-white-haired man, and he had lost completely.
The three were stunned!
Mo Qi nonchalantly walked further inside and lay down in the innermost spot.
Among the three in the same room, two were intimidated. The remaining one was still unconvinced and couldn't understand it.
He scanned everyone in the room with his divine sense. Mo Qi's cultivation was the lowest.
The person with the lowest cultivation had killed someone with his first move and had intimidated everyone else!
If he didn't step forward to suppress Mo Qi now, wouldn't Mo Qi be in charge here?
What kind of order would that be?
If his cultivation were higher, it would be understandable, but why could he do this with such low cultivation?
So he walked up to Mo Qi and said proudly, "Kid, do you think this is over?"
Mo Qi glanced at him sideways, stood up, and showed an extremely annoyed expression, "What's going on? It can't be endless, can it?"
He scanned the other two, "Why don't you two come at me together? I'll deal with you all at once, to save trouble!"
The two who had already lain down were enraged by his words and stood up, surrounding Mo Qi again.
They weren't afraid of a fight to the death!
If they were afraid, they wouldn't have come!
They came here for a death match!
At most, they would just advance the final battle by a day!
So the three surrounded Mo Qi, staring at him fiercely, "We've never seen someone actively seek death. If you want to die, we'll fulfill your wish."
The three each formed their fists and struck Mo Qi simultaneously.
Among the three, two were at the late stage of the Soul Transformation stage, and one was at the Mahayana stage.
As their fists flew out, their earth-shattering, powerful aura covered the surroundings. The whistling wind echoed in the room, and the walls trembled as if they would collapse at any moment.
However, Mo Qi miraculously disappeared. With a thunderous roar, the three fists collided violently.
Then, the figures separated, and the three were sent flying backward, crashing fiercely against the wall. The force of their impact caused the wall to collapse violently.
At the critical moment, Mo Qi, who had used a teleportation technique, stepped forward and kicked each of the three, aiming them towards the doorway.
Thus, the three tumbled out of the doorway one after another.
Mo Qi, too lazy to care about their fate, turned and went back inside to lie down.
A moment later, one person crawled back in.
That person crawled all the way to Mo Qi's side and lay down, acting as if nothing had happened.
A moment later, he said, "My name is Ping Wu. What's yours?"
"Mo Qi," Mo Qi replied calmly.
"Alas," Ping Wu sighed and said, "Actually, we all know this journey is a near-certain death, but we still have to come and try."
Mo Qi was a little curious and asked, "If you have no confidence, you can just not come to court death!"