Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

Chapter 211 True or False Information

Back at the inn, Li Xiaoyao meticulously organized the intelligence he had gathered that day and entered it into the mission token.

Although he couldn't contact the Immortal Sect, he still needed to remember the information. This would be his report card after the mission was over.

Jade slips, ink words, auction houses, the Starry Sky Divine Kingdom, that young man with golden eyes...

Clues intertwined in his mind. Li Xiaoyao closed his eyes in deep thought, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

The incomplete scroll of the original immortal cultivation method was in his arms; he had already read it once.

The content of the Qi Refining Chapter largely coincides with the ancient methods recorded in the immortal sect's classics, but the discussions in a few key sections are more exquisite.

This suggests that the Golden Core cultivator who left behind this site may have had a deeper understanding of the primordial immortal path than is recorded in the immortal sect's classic texts.

The amusement park must not get it.

This is the bottom line.

But the key is how to stop him. Even if he reveals his true strength, it would be unwise for him to fight against many opponents alone.

Moreover, the people from the Starry Sky Gods Kingdom, the Vegetable Growing Paradise, and the Dragon and Tiger Paradise are also eyeing the city covetously.

Whoever makes the first move becomes a sitting duck.

Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes and took out the system token from his pocket.

The disguise system was still operating, firmly locking his aura at the Qi Refining level.

The sect leader once said that no one below the tenth rank could see through his disguise.

This "tenth rank" corresponds to the transcendent beings in the Paradise. The highest combat power in the Yuan Yang Great World is only the fifth rank, so it is impossible for anyone to see through him.

This is his greatest advantage.

No one knew that a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator was hidden in the city.

What he needs to do is use this advantage to maneuver among the various forces, find the key to the ruins, and then, at the right time, stir up trouble.

Li Xiaoyao put the token away and got up to walk to the window.

Night had fallen in Yongning City, and most of the lanterns on the streets had been extinguished, with only a few still lit in the direction of the mansion in the east of the city.

The people in the Reincarnation Paradise are still active.

He looked for a moment, then turned around and went back to bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest.

Tomorrow, I should go and meet Mo Yan.

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The next day, in the east of Yongning City, at the old locust tree tea stall.

Mo Yan made a promise not to meet in the city, but at a tea stall three miles outside the city.

It was called a tea stall, but it was really just a shed made of a few wooden poles with a few tables that were missing corners.

The old man selling tea was an ordinary man, hunched over, slowly boiling water and brewing tea, seemingly oblivious to the monks coming and going.

When Li Xiaoyao arrived, Mo Yan was already sitting in the corner.

He changed into a coarse cloth outfit and looked like a merchant who had come to the city to sell goods, not at all like a cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, you've arrived early."

Mo Yan smiled and poured him a bowl of tea. "Try it, this old man's cooking is quite good."

Li Xiaoyao picked up the bowl and took a sip. The tea was coarse and quite astringent, but he didn't say anything.

Mo Yan wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely sipped his tea, and only after the old man had walked away did he lower his voice and ask, "Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought it through." Li Xiaoyao put down his bowl. "But I have a few conditions."

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"First, I want to choose what's in the ruins."

Mo Yan nodded: "Of course. After all, you put in the effort."

"Secondly, you need to tell me where you got the information about the key to the ruins."

Mo Yan's smile faltered slightly, and he pondered for a moment before replying, "Okay. But not now. I'll tell you everything once I get the key."

"Third," Li Xiaoyao looked at him, "if there is anything in the ruins that is harmful to the local cultivators, I will destroy it."

Mo Yan paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, are you worried that there might be some formidable demonic creatures in the ruins? Don't worry, even if there are, I'll take them on first. Although I'm just a rogue cultivator, I still have some fighting skills."

Li Xiaoyao didn't laugh, he just looked at him. Mo Yan met his gaze, and his smile gradually faded.

"Fine," he said seriously. "You decide what's harmful."

Li Xiaoyao nodded and picked up his teacup: "Then it's settled."

The two toasted each other with tea instead of wine, clinking their bowls together.

After finishing his tea, Mo Yan took out a stone shard the size of a copper coin from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

The stone slabs were dusty and rough-edged, looking like fragments knocked off a large rock.

But when Li Xiaoyao scanned the stone with his divine sense, his heart skipped a beat—the stone was engraved with extremely fine runes, densely packed, numbering no less than a thousand.

"What is this?"

"A clue to the key." Mo Yan lowered his voice. "The people of the Paradise of Reincarnation have been searching for almost a year, and they've turned the entire Eastern Wilderness upside down."

They recently identified three possible locations where the key might be hidden: an ancient well north of Yongning City, the ancestral tablets in the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall east of the city, and an abandoned mine thirty miles outside the city.

He pointed to the stone slab on the table: "This thing is called a sensory stone. It was taken out of the outer perimeter of the ruins by the people of the Paradise of Reincarnation."

Within a hundred miles of the key, it will heat up; within ten miles, it will glow.

Li Xiaoyao picked up the stone tablet and examined it several times. The runes were exquisite, but the grade was not high; it was indeed a technique below the Purple Mansion level.

"Where did you get this?"

Mo Yan chuckled: "The people in the Paradise of Reincarnation aren't a monolithic group. There was a fourth-tier player who was short of points, so I spent a lot of money to buy them from him."

Li Xiaoyao pushed the stone slab back: "The ancient well in the north of the city, the Zhao family ancestral hall, the abandoned mine—check each of these three places one by one?"

"I couldn't handle the investigation by myself, that's why I contacted you."

Mo Yan pushed the stone shards back, "You take one, I'll take one. Let's search separately. Whoever finds it first, we'll send a signal."

He took out another identical stone fragment from his sleeve and waved it in front of Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao stared at the stone fragment and remained silent for a moment.

He was thinking about a question—why did Mo Yan contact him?

He wasn't the only outsider in Yongning City; there were many who were more capable in combat and more powerful than him.

"Fellow Daoist, are you wondering why I'm seeking you out?"

Mo Yan seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled, "Because you're a free spirit. You have no background, no powerful backers, and you won't stab someone in the back."

How do you know I don't have any connections?

Mo Yan pointed to his eyes: "My system can see through many things. Your background..." He paused, "is not in this world."

Li Xiaoyao felt a slight chill in his heart, but remained expressionless: "Fellow Daoist's system is indeed powerful."

Mo Yan waved his hand: "Don't overthink it. I'm just a free spirit, and I don't want to get involved in the messy affairs of those big powers. I asked you to come here just to have some peace and quiet."

He carefully put away the stone shards, stood up, and said, "The ancient well in the north of the city is mine, and the Zhao family ancestral hall and the abandoned mine are yours. Let's meet here again in three days."

Li Xiaoyao nodded in agreement.

Mo Yan took two steps, then suddenly turned back: "By the way, be careful of that young man with golden eyes. I've been watching him for days, but I can't figure him out."

Li Xiaoyao was taken aback: "You know him?"

"I don't know him. But he's also looking for relics." Mo Yan said, then turned and left.

Li Xiaoyao sat at the tea stall and drank the remaining cold tea in his bowl in one gulp.

Golden eyes.

The person I met at the auction house yesterday.

It has no system, no trace of the rules of the amusement park, yet it carries traces of the Dao from beyond the heavens.

Moreover, he was a transmigrator whose depths even Mo Yan's system couldn't fathom.

Li Xiaoyao got up, tossed a few copper coins on the table, and walked towards the city.