Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 958 - 956: First Venture into the World
Looking at her long hair, Mo Zhi noticed a glaringly large cut.
Mo Zhi not only rolled her eyes, but also cursed inwardly: You’re the capable one, you’re the high and mighty one, you’re the formidable one!
In order to successfully infiltrate these people, Dragon Spirit needed to establish an image of a stoic master.
Mo Zhi, who had long since embarked on the Righteous Path and almost become a Quasi-Ghost Emperor, deliberately lowered her status to cooperate with Dragon Spirit in a dramatized act of drawing swords to help the oppressed.
Everything was fine at first; she only wanted to scare these people a little. But Dragon Spirit played seriously, with such ruthless moves!
If it weren’t for her quick reaction, she’d have half her head chopped off.
At this moment, Mo Zhi seriously suspected that Dragon Spirit was taking personal revenge!
Those people were still expressing their gratitude, and Mo Zhi truly didn’t understand why they had so much to say. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
It’s just gratitude, right? They’ve been saying it for so long without even repeating themselves once; these people really are something!
Dragon Spirit was also a bit annoyed by their words. Saying thanks too much doesn’t make people happy; it makes them seem insincere instead.
But right now, he couldn’t just follow his usual temper and stand up to leave.
However, Dragon Spirit also wasn’t one to wrong himself, and besides, his current persona wasn’t exactly someone with a good temper.
He immediately raised his hand, signaling them to be quiet: "Alright, enough with the thank-yous. We’ve drunk the wine, and I’ve accepted your gratitude.
If there’s nothing else, let’s end it here; I still have to hit the road!"
The others were a bit flustered upon hearing this. They had put in so much effort to finally invite this expert here.
How could they let him leave so easily? That would be a huge loss.
"Mr. Long, we owe you our lives, and we should respect your decision, but I have a small request, hoping you might help us."
The leader said this and immediately took the lead, kneeling on one knee.
The others followed suit, leaving their places to kneel before Dragon Spirit.
The Little Paperman was lying on the rooftop, watching this scene with great interest, thinking how Dragon Spirit really did look the part when putting on airs.
Anyway, they couldn’t tell that Dragon Spirit wanted to leave.
Clearly, Dragon Spirit was forcing these people to reveal their intentions early, to save time.
Dragon Spirit remained seated, not moving an inch, accepting their kneeling with composure.
However, on the surface, Dragon Spirit furrowed his brow slightly, his tone turning somewhat helpless.
"What are you doing? If you have something to say, get up and talk!"
The leader, usually someone who always stood with a straight back and looked down on others, was now kneeling and pleading with such humility.
It was clear they were indeed facing a very tricky situation.
"Mr. Long, we shouldn’t burden you any further, but this concerns many lives..."
The leader paused at this point.
Before kneeling, others besides the eldest ones had tactfully left the room.
They even closed the door, remaining by the entrance, clearly afraid others might eavesdrop.
They thought this would ensure complete security.
Little did they know, the Little Paperman was less than a meter away from them, completely unnoticed.
If there was a skilled Dark Master eavesdropping, it would be a perfect scenario for them.
Seeing that things had gotten to this point, Dragon Spirit could only sigh.
"Get up and speak, please."
Dragon Spirit still wasn’t certain what had transpired here that made these Dark Masters ’trust’ someone they met for the first time without hesitation.
Dragon Spirit had originally planned to spend some time infiltrating their circles, but didn’t expect it to be so easy.
Whether this was genuine or a trap, Dragon Spirit didn’t care.
His goal was simply to use these local Xuanmen people to obtain information about the Heavenly Book’s whereabouts.
The leader stood up and returned to his original seat.
Perhaps due to the wine, he was less cautious in his speech.
"Every year, the General Association assigns us local Xuan Sect forces certain task quotas, and every year we must capture a certain number of evil spirits.
Additionally, we have to submit half of our earnings to the General Association.
This rule has persisted for years, and now the upper echelons demand more and more. Those evil spirits are nearly extinct.
In some places, Dark Masters have begun creating evil spirits themselves to meet these quotas.
You wouldn’t believe it, but our small town, which was relatively stable, has now been affected by this trend.
Though we’re sometimes greedy, we’ve always protected the area. To force us to use innocent lives to create evil spirits..."
The leader’s voice choked with emotion as he spoke.
People are complex and multifaceted; they are not really good people.
But their families have lived here for generations, making it hard for them to turn on their neighbors and loved ones.
Thus, they planned to risk venturing into Demon Mountain, rumored to have powerful evil spirits.
If they could capture those evil spirits, they’d be able to survive another year.
However, before departing, they encountered such a formidable Evil Ghost.
Setting off with a bad start was never a good omen, so they turned to Dragon Spirit, wanting him to accompany them to Demon Mountain.
Dragon Spirit: ...
Do I look like some big resentment?
Still, he couldn’t say this directly, or else his prior performance would be wasted.
"What are the General Association people doing with so many evil spirits and ghosts?"
Dragon Spirit asked casually, lest he seemed uninterested in their conversation.
Unexpectedly, he obtained incredible information from their mouths.
"Sacrifice!"
Nowadays, just hearing the word "sacrifice" sent a stimulated sensation through Dragon Spirit’s bloodstream.
"What sacrifice?"
Dragon Spirit’s directness caught the middle-aged man off guard.
"Mr. Long, you don’t even know about this?"
These things were no secret; any adept Dark Master was aware of this.
Dragon Spirit remained calm, saying casually, "My sect has been in seclusion, and this is my first time coming out."
