Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”Master, did you find Sister Mengdie?” Yingzi raised her head, her black eyes looking at him.

Lin Mo, with his hands clasped behind his back, first nodded, then shook his head.

Yingzi frowned, not understanding what he meant. Had he found her, or not?

If he hadn’t found her, why would he have come back?

Her mind was filled with confusion.

”I found her, but you could also say I didn’t. However, I plan to go look for her again,” Lin Mo said lightly, yet his eyes reflected a hint of determination.

It was likely that Xia Mengdie still didn’t know about the intentions of the Miao Xue Divine Palace; even if he had found her, he’d need to convince her of the truth of his words.

Lin Mo sighed internally, casting aside these thoughts. Right now, the most important thing was to find out some information about the Miao Xue Divine Palace before looking for Xia Mengdie.

Emei Mountain Golden Cauldron was a temple, mostly visited by tourists who came to burn incense and pray. The Emei Sect was not located there, but on a different mountain peak, seeming like staff on the top of the mountain. However, they were actually more like a Martial Arts Sect unknown to ordinary people.

Along the way, Yingzi talked about many things, chattering like a sparrow, telling Lin Mo everything big and small that had happened in the year, including how she lived in the Emei Sect and practiced sword cultivation, and how she had met many friends from the Martial Arts World, including Zhuang Ziruo.

The current Sect Leader of the Emei Sect was named Zhuang Daoxin, a Martial God Strong Person.

Although Lin Mo was somewhat familiar with the Huaxia Martial Arts World, his knowledge was fragmented. He had never really come into contact with a real Martial Arts Sect.

”Yingzi, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” suddenly a slightly surprised voice rang out in the ears of Lin Mo and Yingzi.

A young man in casual attire, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and dressed like an ordinary person but with a sharp look in his eyes, approached them.

Lin Mo glanced at him; this young man was actually a Peak Martial Emperor with robust True Qi inside him.

”Why are you here again? It’s really annoying,” Yingzi’s face showed no signs of happiness. Instead, she pursed her lips as if she was displeased to see this young man.

Yingzi was cute and beautiful, and being at an age where she was blossoming, it was normal to have male admirers around her.

”I just asked Sister Zi Ruo, and she said you were practicing here. I came specially to find you. Are you free tonight? I’d like to take you out for dinner?” The young man walked over to Yingzi, his eyes shimmering with light.

He completely ignored Lin Mo standing beside.

”I’m not free; I don’t want to eat,” Yingzi said coldly, her attitude very unfriendly.

But the young man’s face showed no sign of anger, and he seemed to have expected Yingzi’s refusal. He just smiled gently and said, ”Then next time I’ll take you out for dinner.”

”Next time I won’t be free either; I’m leaving Emei,” Yingzi said finally.

Hearing her words, the young man obviously paused for a moment, then furrowed his brows, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

”You were doing well at Emei, weren’t you? Why would you suddenly want to leave? Did someone bully you? I’ll teach them a lesson for you.” The young man clenched his fists and furrowed his brow as he spoke.

”Zhang Yexiao, leave me alone; I want to leave on my own.” Yingzi sighed softly.

During her year at Emei, Zhang Yexiao often came to visit her, much to her annoyance, but she could feel the burning passion in his heart. However, hidden deep within Yingzi’s own heart was a ’secret she couldn’t reveal’.

If it weren’t for that secret, perhaps she would have been moved by the sincerity of the young man before her.

Zhang Yexiao’s gaze suddenly fell upon Lin Mo, his eyes carrying a hint of icy coldness, ”Who are you? Are you the one taking Yingzi away?”

”I am her master, naturally, she will leave with me,” Lin Mo said indifferently.

Zhang Yexiao scrutinized Lin Mo carefully but detected no fluctuations of True Qi from him. No matter how he looked at him, he seemed to be just an ordinary person.

”You are Yingzi’s master?” Zhang Yexiao clearly didn’t believe Lin Mo’s words, knowing full well Yingzi’s capabilities. At her young age, she was already a Martial Arts Grandmaster, her talent surpassing his and his senior brothers’.

”I don’t believe it; what right do you have to be her master, to take her away?”

Zhang Yexiao said and slightly bent his palms before tightly clenching his fists and suddenly striking at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, not reacting at all.

Zhang Yexiao, eyes narrowed, sneered, ”Stop pretending to be profound here.”

His fist, with a powerful Qi Force, struck fiercely. But before it reached within a foot of Lin Mo, it felt as though it had hit a steel wall, and the rebounding force sent him flying backward.

”How… how is this possible?”

Zhang Yexiao lay on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.

Lin Mo made no move, but around his body, a True Qi protective shield had formed automatically. The surging, ocean-like True Qi was something he had never seen even from his own master.

”Zhang Yexiao, you’re no match for my master,” Yingzi said, her brow slightly furrowed, a note of sadness in her voice.

”No, I don’t believe it.” Zhang Yexiao got up again, his fists clenched, his internal True Qi boiling like hot water, beginning to gather, forming a Tai Chi pattern of Yin and Yang beneath his feet.

”Zhang Yexiao, stop it right now!” Just as Zhang Yexiao was about to strike again, suddenly a stern voice came from behind him.

Zhang Yexiao withdrew the True Qi inside him, the Tai Chi pattern under his feet slowly dissolving. He turned around to see a group of people walking toward him, led by a young man about his age, his brow slightly wrinkled, anger on his face.

”Brother, what are you doing here?” Seeing the newcomer, a look of respect appeared on Zhang Yexiao’s face.

The newcomer merely glared at him, then sighed and approached Lin Mo, cupped his hands while smiling, ”Brother Lin, it’s been a long time.”

The visitor was none other than Lin Mo’s ’old friend’ Zhang Yesheng. Half a year ago, Lin Mo had traveled to Han Country for Lin Shanshan’s affair and had met Zhang Yesheng then.

However, Lin Mo was slightly surprised to see Zhang Yesheng again because, although the time wasn’t too long for a Martial Artist’s cultivation, Zhang Yesheng’s strength had greatly improved, seemingly solidifying his status as a Basic-level Martial God.