Yang Qingxi stared at him expressionlessly.

’Considerate my foot.’

Her lips twitched slightly.

’Even if you named them Mob One, Mob Two, Cannon Fodder Three or Disposable Meat Shield Four...’

’They would still cry gratefully.’

At this point, she had completely realised how terrifying Demon Imprint truly was.

This wasn’t simply changing loyalty anymore. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

It practically rewrote the target entirely.

Once again, Yang Qingxi silently felt relieved that Su Mo was not her enemy.

Honestly, if someone like him stood opposite her, it would become extremely troublesome.

No, troublesome was putting it lightly.

Thinking about his endless, strange abilities, Yang Qingxi genuinely felt a slight headache.

Maybe an instant surrender would be a better option.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. As they were on the same side.

However, somewhere deep inside her heart, another strange feeling quietly appeared as well.

A subtle unwillingness.

Not hostility or fear towards him.

Rather... she simply did not feel satisfied remaining merely "not his enemy" or his ally.

Her greedy heart wanted something more.

The thought surfaced quietly, giving rise to selfishness.

Unfortunately, Yang Qingxi herself failed to understand what that feeling actually meant.

Meanwhile, Su Mo suddenly turned toward her.

"Miss Yang."

"Hm?"

Yang Qingxi snapped out of her thoughts. As she saw him looking at her strangely.

"What are you thinking about so seriously?"

"...Nothing."

Yang Qingxi answered almost instantly.

Su Mo narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"You definitely looked like you were plotting something."

"I wasn’t."

"Really?"

"Really."

Su Mo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Were you secretly admiring me just now?"

Yang Qingxi: "..."

For a moment, the basement became completely silent.

Even Little Goldie stopped chewing for half a second.

Then, Yang Qingxi smiled gently. It was a very beautiful smile.

"Do you want me to throw you into Little Goldie’s food pile?"

"...Miss Yang, violence is wrong."

"Hm. Then stop saying nonsense."

Su Mo laughed shamelessly.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingxi quietly looked away.

However, the faint warmth lingering within her chest still had not disappeared completely.

When Yang Qingxi was still distracted by her own complicated thoughts, Su Mo had already begun arranging tasks for his newly acquired demonic servants.

His efficiency was as terrifying as always.

"Four and Five."

The two immediately stepped forward and knelt respectfully.

"My Lord."

"You two will return and capture the remaining members of your former organisation."

Su Mo’s tone remained calm.

"Number Eleven and Number Twelve."

"They weren’t present during the previous operation, correct?"

"Yes, Lord."

Number Four lowered his head slightly.

"They were carrying out another mission outside the city that day."

"What’s their strength?"

"Both are at Qi Condensation Level Two."

Su Mo nodded casually.

"That’s enough, then. You two should easily handle them."

"We will not disappoint the Lord."

Soon afterwards, Su Mo looked toward One, Two, and Three.

"As for Wu Chaochang and his deputy..."

His eyes narrowed faintly.

"You three will trace their movements."

"Do not confront them directly. Only observe and report back."

The three servants nodded immediately.

"Yes, Lord."

While speaking, Su Mo casually took out three small golden paper slips.

The papers looked thin and ordinary at first glance, yet faint golden light flowed across their surfaces mysteriously.

"These will point you toward their location. Use them like compasses."

The three respectfully accepted the slips.

Because all of their previous weapons had been destroyed during the battle against Su Mo and Yang Qingxi earlier, Su Mo decided to "kindly" prepare replacements for them.

Yang Qingxi silently watched from nearby. Her expression gradually became strange again.

The thick metal chains scattered throughout the basement suddenly trembled.

Clink. Clink.

Under Su Mo’s control, the chains rapidly melted into flowing metallic liquid before reshaping themselves midair.

Daggers.

Short swords.

Needles.

Small blades.

The entire process looked smooth and natural.

As if the metal itself had come alive and willingly obeyed Su Mo.

Yang Qingxi watched this scene speechlessly.

Honestly, the more she observed Su Mo’s abilities lately, the less human he seemed. Why doesn’t her system give such powerful rewards?

Su Mo casually tossed the completed weapons toward the servants before suddenly remembering something.

"Right."

He looked toward Number One curiously.

"I remember Wu Chaochang throwing a dagger earlier that exploded like a bomb."

"That thing was pretty interesting."

"How did you make it?"

Number One answered immediately.

"Dagger Grenades were not created by us. They were purchased from the black market."

"Oh?" Su Mo instantly became interested.

"Are there many good things there?"

"Most items are fake," Number One answered honestly. "However... sometimes genuine treasures do appear."

That immediately made Su Mo thoughtful.

A black market where even cultivators visit sounds interesting.

With Devil’s Eyes’ Insight ability, distinguishing fake treasures from real ones should become far easier for him compared to ordinary buyers.

This place definitely sounded worth visiting.

Meanwhile, Su Mo suddenly noticed something strange.

"Miss Yang."

"Hm?"

Yang Qingxi looked toward him.

"You don’t seem very interested in those Dagger Grenades anymore."

Earlier, she clearly looked quite interested in them after her battle with Wu Chaochang and his sneak attack.

Yet now her reaction was unexpectedly calm.

Yang Qingxi immediately revealed a faint smile.

"Heh~ You noticed?"

Her beautiful eyes curved slightly.

"Indeed. They’re meaningless to me now."

Then she leaned slightly closer and asked teasingly:

"Do you want to know why?"

"No."

"...."

Yang Qingxi froze.

Her prepared follow-up words instantly got stuck.

"...Seriously?" She looked at him speechlessly.

"Shouldn’t you at least pretend to be curious first?"

Su Mo shrugged casually.

"Would you have answered honestly if I asked?"

Yang Qingxi paused slightly.

"...Probably not."

"I knew it."

Su Mo spread his hands innocently.

"That’s why I skipped the unnecessary process."

"..."

For several seconds, Yang Qingxi genuinely did not know what to say.

Originally, she only wanted to tease him slightly.

Who knew this bastard would instantly see through her intentions?

Couldn’t he act dumb occasionally?

Would he die if he simply followed along normally?

Yang Qingxi silently gritted her teeth inwardly.

’So annoying.’

Su Mo still pretended to look innocent, while his lips curled upwards.