In the backyard of the tavern.
"First time using the Seventy-Two Transformations—feels quite marvelous."
Little Li stretched his limbs, his voice deepening to a low, deliberate tone, almost like a forced baritone.
He pulled out a bronze mirror and gave himself a quick glance.
His current appearance was startling: scales of a flood dragon covered his cheeks, and a pair of horns protruded from his forehead.
He had taken on the humanoid form of a Mingjiao (Singing Flood Dragon).
Behind him, the faint silhouette of a flood dragon flickered.
With a thought, he suddenly felt his body elongate, as if surrounded by mist. His hands transformed into dragon claws, and the fine hairs by his lips grew into long whiskers. The change was swift, but fortunately, Li Mo reacted just as quickly, hastily removing the winter coat made by Princess Little Jiang.
Now, he had fully transformed into a Mingjiao, stretching four zhang (about 40 feet) in length.
"Holy crap, a monster!"
Murong Xiao's fingers trembled, his face filled with shock.
Dude, maybe look in a mirror first?
"I get it now, I get it." Murong Xiao fell into deep thought, his eyes brimming with newfound wisdom.
"Brother Li and I must be family! That’s why you recognized me back in the Divine Edge Cave!"
Murong Xiao stepped closer, marveling as he examined Li Mo.
Though he himself carried Mingjiao bloodline, he had never fully transformed into a flood dragon’s form. This was his first time seeing a true "family member."
Look at those scales! Those claws! Those majestic horns! That exasperated expression!
In an instant, Murong Xiao’s gaze toward Li Mo grew even warmer.
"Brother Murong, I know you’re excited, but could you stop groping me?"
The little Mingjiao Li wanted to facepalm, only to realize his claws were too short to reach his forehead.
Come to think of it, flood dragons and true dragons had different numbers of claws, but their lengths were about the same.
How did they scratch their backs if they got itchy?
Li Mo intended to clear his throat but ended up snorting instead. "Anyway, Brother Murong, this is just a transformation technique, not an actual bloodline power."
His CPU was overheating.
A transformation technique could make him purer than an actual bloodline bearer?
Watching the kind-hearted Murong fall into deep contemplation, Li Mo sighed in relief.
No wonder this was a divine ability passed down by the Monkey King. This wasn’t just transformation—it was indistinguishable from reality.
No wonder Princess Iron Fan mistook someone else for her husband...
With this, their journey to the Southern Border just became much more feasible.
"It’s time to set off..."
Second Xu had just entered the backyard when his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
Li Mo sighed and reverted to his human form, summoning a soothing moonlight glow.
Bathed in the gentle radiance, Second Xu slowly regained consciousness, his face full of panic.
"Boss! I just saw a flood dragon THIS BIG!"
"You must’ve had a nightmare."
"Really? I’ve never had dreams like that before..."
"Don’t you remember? You’re mentally ill. Having weird dreams is totally normal."
Li Mo patted his shoulder reassuringly.
The moonlight shimmered.
"...That makes sense."
Second Xu calmed down, choosing to trust his boss.
He even promised repeatedly that he’d take good care of the tavern while the boss was away.
After all, the pay was too good to pass up.
With a steady income, full benefits, and even retirement insurance, who in their right mind would go back to being an assassin?
"Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll keep the tavern running smoothly."
"Good. If you’re short on staff, just recruit a few experienced folks from outside. That syrup vendor seems decent—help him get back on his feet."
"Got it! I’ll make sure the tavern thrives and reaches new heights!"
"Excellent. That’s the spirit."
With the tavern affairs settled, Li Mo walked over to Murong Xiao and gave him a pat, rebooting his brain.
"Brother Murong, it’s time to go."
Neither of them had much to pack—no need for luggage.
Amid Second Xu’s enthusiastic waves and the cheers of the entire street’s "reformed" assassins, the two left Fishdragon Street.
"So... Brother Li, what kind of martial art is this? It’s incredible."
Murong Xiao had finally accepted that Li Mo wasn’t actually his long-lost kin, but curiosity still gnawed at him.
Li Mo pondered. "Aren’t there plenty of martial arts that imitate beasts and birds?"
"Right. Those are called ‘Form Imitation’ martial arts." Murong Xiao nodded.
He had learned a few himself, like Elder Hanhe’s White Crane Descends from the Clouds Fist.
"And the more accurate the imitation, the stronger the technique, right?"
"Yeah, that’s the general idea."
"Well, would you say my imitation is accurate?"
Murong Xiao felt there was logic in Li Mo’s words.
But something still felt off.
After a moment of contemplation, he decided to stop thinking about it.
Glancing around, he realized they weren’t heading toward the city gates but instead walking into an even more bustling district than Fishdragon Street.
"Brother Li, aren’t we going to the Southern Border?"
"We are. But the journey is long—best to prepare thoroughly."
Li Mo’s gaze settled on a towering building at the center of the street.
It stood out like a gilded phoenix, its roof tiles reflecting dazzling golden light under the sun. A resplendent signboard read:
[Prosperous Trade House]
His system storage held many treasures, but it wasn’t all-encompassing. A trade house would have a far more comprehensive selection.
Besides, his stock of body-refining elixirs and rare materials was running low.
Time for a shopping spree.
The moment they stepped inside, a clerk at the counter called out.
Li Mo turned to see a pale, clean-shaven, somewhat timid middle-aged man. He didn’t recognize the face, but the voice sounded familiar.
"It’s me, Huang Donglai."
The man adjusted the fake mustache glued to his upper lip and whispered.
"Brother Huang, you sure have a lot of identities..."
Li Mo chuckled before asking,
"Last time we met, you were a herb gatherer. How’d you end up as a clerk here?"
"Mainly... financial difficulties."
Huang Donglai smiled sheepishly. "The cost of living in Yunzhou is too high, and I needed to buy some medicinal ingredients for training."
"Prosperous Trade House pays well, and employees get discounts... even if the manager yells at me a lot. I just endure it."
No wonder you’re in disguise.
If you quit, they’d never track you down.
"Brother Li, here to buy something? I know this place inside out."
"Right. I’m heading to the Southern Border—any recommendations for preparations?"
Li Mo figured Huang Donglai would be the right person to ask.
Huang Donglai grinned confidently.
"You’ve come to the right man. My hometown is in the Southern Border."
"How much are you planning to spend? Long journeys require thorough preparation."
"I have a deposit here. Let’s use that."
"Sure thing—wait, what?!"
Huang Donglai took the deposit slip, then froze.
Clerks at Prosperous Trade House earned commissions.
It seems he could pack up and leave at any moment.
As everyone knows, he is a man of few words and keeps a low profile.
But now, he feels like having the steward brew him a pot of tea.