Faced with the kindness of the three major factions, Mo Tang naturally wouldn't refuse.
But just like his previous encounter with Luosha Sect, Mo Tang only requested some high-grade medicinal herbs, elixirs, and magic cores; anything else was useless.
"All this back and forth, over 1,300 points in my account. So happy!"
In his room, after converting the last magic core, Mo Tang glanced at the stats on his system dashboard, feeling secretly pleased.
This unexpected bounty was entirely thanks to Su Mei, and Mo Tang hadn't actually considered using it as an opportunity to extort money from them.
However, these things weren't entirely free, as quite a few people were present when Hong Cheng announced his identity. Now, many throughout the Black Horn Region knew that Luosha Sect's deputy leader was a prominent figure, thus warding off a number of covetous individuals from the three major factions. Over
the course of three days, the entirety of Fengcheng had been thoroughly swept through by the three major factions. Initial stability had been achieved, and the city was gradually returning to its former prosperity.
Just as many people thought before, even if the controller of Maple City changed, it would not affect those who were in the middle and lower levels.
After all, no matter whether you are doing business or something else, there will always be someone to suppress you. As for who that person is, it is the same!
However, Mo Tang had planted a trap in front of Su Mei before. Now that there is time, it is time to dig it out.
Black Seal City, Eight Gates.
Yuan Yi has been frowning these days.
Originally, he had already discussed with Yan, the leader of the Earth Flame Sect, that the two would form an alliance to take the position of the Lord of Maple City, and the benefits would be divided equally between the two.
However, they had just begun to prepare, and the people from the three major forces had already entered Maple City.
With the strength of the Eight Gates and the Earth Flame Sect, they did not have the courage to challenge the three major forces.
Initially, he and Yan had been unwilling to give up, considering recruiting one or two more people to their cause, hoping to secure a share of Fengcheng's profits
. However, after the three major factions defeated the group of independent cultivators led by Ban Lao, and with rumors swirling throughout the Black Horn Region, everyone was wary of the three major factions, their plans were ultimately aborted.
All of this left Yuan Yi feeling deeply frustrated, as if he had lost a hundred million.
But even more unsatisfying was yet to come. While he was sulking alone, the very individuals he had secretly cursed more than once returned to visit
. In the reception room of the Eight Gates headquarters, Yuan Yi was bewildered as he looked before him at Su Mei, Yin Gu Lao, and Tie Wu, along with a young Dou Wang who loomed large among them.
"Um... I wonder what brings you to the Eight Gates?"
Yuan Yi asked politely, bowing.
There was no way. With three Dou Huangs facing him, each one far superior to him, he couldn't muster up any nerve even if he wanted to.
"Damn it! Why on earth would these guys come to my Eight Gates? Did they find out about me cursing them behind their backs? That doesn't make sense. No one else knows about this except me."
Yuan Yi's inner drama was already thick with emotion. He felt a wave of anxiety as he watched the four men, who appeared to be approaching with ill intentions.
Su Mei, once again representing the alliance of the three major factions, stepped forward first. She gently embraced Mo Tang's arm, smiling softly, and said, "Master Yuan, don't be nervous. We're here with little brother Tang this time, mainly because we have something to ask you."
Yuan Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his expression grew even more cautious. "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Then I wonder what Master Su and Mr. Tang are asking?"
From Su Mei's reaction, he had already guessed that this seemingly unimpressive young Dou Wang before him must be the rumored disciple from one of the major factions in Zhongzhou. Otherwise, Su Mei, one of the leaders of the three major factions, wouldn't be acting so flirtatious.
Mo Tang smiled faintly, his tone calm yet tinged with a hint of pride. He cupped his fists and said, "I heard that at the Black Seal City auction a month ago, your sect auctioned off an Earth-grade form technique called Three Thousand Thunder Movements?"
Yuan Yi's expression suddenly changed upon hearing the name.
He naturally remembered the Three Thousand Thunder Movements. After all, even at the annual Black Seal City auction, the appearance of a martial art of this caliber was a rare occurrence.
Furthermore, seeing the auctioneer's mysterious demeanor, Yuan Yi had already formed a suspicion that the Three Thousand Thunder Movements was definitely something special. Perhaps it was a technique passed down from some powerful faction, obtained by chance.
Now that Mo Tang, a disciple representing an unknown power in Zhongzhou, had come to his Eight Sects specifically to inquire about this, his suspicions were undoubtedly correct.
Some might wonder, if Yuan Yi already suspected the item was of dubious origin, why did he even put it up for auction?
If that was truly beyond his comprehension, then Mo Tang could only say, "You simply don't understand the Black Horn Region!"
Of all the treasures that flow into this place, whether they're techniques or elixirs or magical weapons, which one has come through legitimate channels?
It's fair to say that the Black Horn Region is the continent's ultimate black market for stolen goods; 90% of everything here is illicitly sourced this way!
And for a power as vast as the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, which has existed for millennia, the loss of a high-level technique or technique isn't out of the question.
Just like the Burning Flame Valley's Three Mysterious Transformations of Heavenly Fire, wasn't it lost in the Monster Forest?
After figuring out some things, Yuan Yi's face turned a little ugly, but he still took the initiative to explain: "Mr. Tang doesn't know that the items auctioned in our Black Seal City Auction are all entrusted to our auction house by the original owners. They have little to do with us, and our auction house will not investigate the source of many things. So we don't know much about the Three Thousand Thunders..."
Mo Tang did not show any anger, but nodded and said lightly: "Master Yuan, of course I also know some things about the Black Horn Region. So this time I didn't come here to ask for an explanation..."
"However, this Three Thousand Thunders technique is the method passed down by my master. No outsider is allowed to learn it secretly, otherwise it will be a provocation to my master. This time Tang came here to recover this technique, so Master Yuan, please tell me the whereabouts of the Three Thousand Thunders!"
At the end of the words, Mo Tang's tone became increasingly heavier, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became solemn.
Yuan Yi's heart moved when he heard this, and then his mind raced, and he had already thought of a good way to turn today's bad situation into a good one...
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