"You pulled me over before I could say anything," Lin Mo said helplessly.

Meng Qingge only sensed Lin Mo’s exceptional strength but didn’t realize Lin Mo had already become a member of the Star Sky Alliance and even a World General.

Even the four Supreme Elders showed expressions of awe and lament after a few minutes of shock. They were currently only at the high-level Star Domain level and didn’t know how much longer it would take to step into the World Level, perhaps there would be no hope in this lifetime.

Lin Mo, however, had reached his current position in just a few decades, a truly extraordinary prodigy.

Several Supreme Elders did not dare to act arrogantly and treated Lin Mo with utmost respect, knowing that this disciple from the Mystic Realm Sect might reach heights they could not even dream of, perhaps even surpassing the current Sect Master "Marquis Xuan Yang," proving it was just a matter of time.

Except for Meng Qingge and the Great Elder of the Meng Family, Lin Mo was not familiar with the other three Supreme Elders. After a few pleasantries, the three Supreme Elders left, leaving Lin Mo to chat with Meng Qingge and Mr. Meng.

"Qingge, Mr. Meng, these are gifts from me to you," Lin Mo said, taking out a jade scroll and a space ring and handing them to Meng Qingge and Meng Family’s patriarch.

Meng Qingge and Mr. Meng did not hold back, given Lin Mo’s different status now. Since he was willing to give them, there was no need for false modesty.

"So many soul coins and various precious treasures?" Meng Qingge exclaimed.

To Lin Mo, soul coins were already dispensable. In the Star Sky Alliance, everything depended on contribution points, and they owned a vast treasure trove. Soul coins couldn’t be circulated there.

As for those treasures, none could catch his eye nowadays.

"Boundary-level Martial Arts?" Mr. Meng held the jade scroll with trembling hands, his face showing a look of astonishment.

Meng Qingge was also stunned; boundary-level martial arts were priceless treasures that couldn’t be bought with money.

Such valuable martial arts belonging to a World General wouldn’t be sold easily to others; wouldn’t that expose one’s trump card?

"I obtained it inadvertently, replicated a copy, and gave it to you, old man," Lin Mo said calmly.

Mr. Meng was amazed, unable to hide his excitement. He’d been stuck at the peak of Star Domain level for centuries without breaking through; studying boundary-level martial arts might offer a breakthrough opportunity.

To him, Lin Mo’s gift was indeed generous.

"Back on Earth, if it weren’t for Qingge and Mr. Meng’s help, I might have already died at the hands of the Mu Family’s Young Master," Lin Mo said.

"Well then, I won’t pretend to decline. I’ll accept this ’Purple Shadow Holy Fist’," Mr. Meng said regretfully.

Cultivators believe in the cycle of karma: sow bitter seeds and reap wicked fruits, sow good ties and harvest good fruits, and apparently Meng Qingge and Mr. Meng belonged to the latter.

Lin Mo said, "Mr. Meng, I’m just passing by the Mystic Realm Sect this time, and I plan to return to Earth soon. There is one matter I would like the elder’s help with."

"Oh, is there anything I can help you with?" Mr. Meng asked, surprised.

"It’s Qing Su; although she’s just my servant, there’s been some history. I hope the elder can look after her when I leave the Mystic Realm Sect," Lin Mo said.

"It’s a trivial matter; I’ll take her as my closed-door disciple," Mr. Meng said heartily. Having just received a boundary-level martial art from Lin Mo, he couldn’t refuse such a request.

Mr. Meng was busy researching the boundary-level martial arts he just acquired, exchanged a few words, and eagerly went into seclusion in the quiet room.

Lin Mo and Meng Qingge strolled outside the palace on the square, where they could overlook many buildings erected on the peaks and mid-slopes of the mountains.

Once, he could only stand below, but now he could take in the entire Mystic Realm Sect, feeling as though he was dreaming, merely over decades.

"Originally, I wanted to join the Dark Demon Sea exploration too, but unfortunately, grandpa didn’t approve, insisting I focus on my cultivation. Now even you’ve entered the Star Sky Alliance."

Walking side by side with Lin Mo, Meng Qingge sighed softly.

"I encountered many dangers but also opportunities in the Dark Demon Sea. You can try during the next trial, and your success rate might be higher. With your talent, joining the Star Sky Alliance shouldn’t be too difficult," Lin Mo replied with a smile.

Meng Qingge stopped, raised her head, and smiled brightly, "Alright, you wait. I will surely join the Star Sky Alliance and work hard to catch up to you. Don’t slack off just because you joined the Alliance."

"Okay," Lin Mo also smiled gently.

The two walked around the square in silence, their relationship seeming like close friends, yet somehow shrouded in a delicate veil that no one would pierce.

...

Inside Elder Duanmu Lei’s mansion.

"Elder Duanmu, this year’s tribute is ready."

In the living room, a senior old man accompanied by a young man with narrow eyes and a slightly sinister appearance, sitting in chairs, looked with smiles at the motionless white-robed elder seated at the head.

"Oh, good." The white-robed elder was Elder Duanmu Lei, merely nodding lightly.

Elder Duanmu Lei, one of the Mystic Realm Sect’s elders, has a grandson named Duanmu Yin, who had a conflict with Lin Mo in the past and was defeated and humiliated by him.

"There’s another matter; my grandson is not young anymore, planning to take a concubine—it’s Qing Su, a servant of the Mystic Realm Sect," the senior old man said.

"That’s minor; isn’t Qing Su a servant of Lin Mo too, sent by one of the smaller families? Feel free to take her," Elder Duanmu Lei said.

"Great, thank you, Elder Duanmu," the old man and young man sitting below said, smiling broadly.

In large sects like the Mystic Realm Sect, numerous affiliated sects and families abound. Both the old man and young man belonged to one such affiliated sect, part of Elder Duanmu Lei’s faction, visiting annually to pay tribute to this "Bodhisattva."

Just as they were speaking, a Mystic Realm Sect disciple hurried in, glancing at Elder Duanmu Lei, hesitant to speak.

"Speak, we’re all family here," Elder Duanmu Lei said, frowning.

"Elder Duanmu, it’s Lin Mo. He’s returned, and Meng Qingge and the four Supreme Elders have all received him," the disciple said timidly.

Elder Duanmu Lei squinted slightly upon hearing the news, sneering, "Oh, that loser dares to return to the Mystic Realm Sect?"

No deep enmity toward Lin Mo, but certainly resentment lingered.

"Lin Mo, that name I heard twenty years ago resounding in my ears—didn’t he supposedly become a loser and leave the Mystic Realm Sect?" the young man sitting below sneered.

"Does a loser even deserve to return? It’s disgraceful," the old man sitting below followed with a sneer.

Both were aware of Lin Mo’s grudges with Elder Duanmu Lei, so naturally, they spared no effort to mock Lin Mo to please Elder Duanmu Lei.

"Elder Duanmu, Lin Mo is now a World General in the Star Sky Alliance," the disciple standing below said, face turning blue and red.

One sentence was uttered.

The entire living room fell silent.