Upon hearing this, everyone immediately admired Su Mo’s effective methods and were even more amazed at the miraculous nature of the Suffering People Scripture.
Fu Han Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the person on the ground, and shook his head lightly, thinking to himself: You brought this upon yourself; this is your retribution!
After that, he paid no further attention.
His reminder was only because he had experienced such pain himself and was more worried that this man would die from the pain, which might mess up Su Mo’s grand plans.
Now that it seemed to have no effect, let him endure the pain.
The old man alone was wailing madly in his heart.
He wanted to tell Su Mo that he was not tough at all, not in the slightest!!!
However... he was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak and could only look at Su Mo.
After noticing this, Su Mo sighed, "Look, his eyes are so fierce; it’s clear that he has not been subdued by the Suffering People Scripture."
Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.
Because of this interruption, Wei Ziyi did not continue to bring up going to Tianqu City.
However, she already had an idea of what was written in the master’s letter.
Glancing at Su Mo, she guessed that he probably had a clear understanding of it as well.
However, bringing up this topic between the two of them would only make it more awkward.
Therefore, they simply kept their mouths shut and said nothing.
During their casual conversation, they talked about unrelated matters.
Some spoke of their encounters in Jianghu, others discussed the Tianqu Sword event, and some debated the merits of various swordsmanship techniques, inevitably admiring the Flying Star Sword Technique that Wei Ziyi had just displayed.
Wei Ziyi modestly deflected the praise and, in doing so, brought up Liu Suifeng’s challenge to the Seven Great Sects.
Only then did those robust men find out that Su Mo and the others actually came from the Southwest.
Remembering how they had spoken of the Southwest as an insignificant place, they now felt somewhat embarrassed.
Luckily, Su Mo did not hold it against them.
As the saying goes, "If there’s much to talk about, time flies; if not, time crawls." The heavy rain came quickly and didn’t take too long to ease.
In the blink of an eye, it had already diminished.
The downpour turned into a fine drizzle, bringing a refreshing coolness, and the spring mist seemed to revive everything.
Having taken shelter from the rain, Su Mo and his companions were no longer delayed and promptly got up to leave.
The middle-aged man, with his daughter, expressed their endless gratitude to Su Mo and the others.
But Su Mo waved his hand, indicating that it was not needed.
It was just a chance encounter in a dilapidated temple; the old man had not been targeting the two of them or anyone else... he had merely taken advantage of the rain to seek out someone to devour.
In the end, he met his match; luck was not on his side.
Hence, the notion of someone saving someone else did not apply.
The middle-aged man seemed to understand and led his daughter down the mountain first.
Today’s encounter made him realize that, although there were killers and villains in Jianghu, there were also gentler aspects.
Both Su Mo and Wei Ziyi made people feel subdued at first sight, and being with them was comforting.
Especially Su Mo, who, despite his astonishing abilities, was courteous, considerate, and far from the sort of boastful, attention-seeking clown one might expect, inciting feelings of genuine fondness in people’s hearts.
While walking down the mountain, the middle-aged man couldn’t help asking:
"What did that female hero do with you when she took you to the hall?"
At this, the girl’s eyes suddenly lit up:
"That sister took me inside and taught me martial arts."
The middle-aged man was stunned: "She actually imparted martial arts to you? Have you... have you learned it?"
The girl nodded: "Sister told me to work hard, and if I make progress, to try to go to Lengyue Palace and seek apprenticeship. When the time comes, just mentioning her name will surely allow me to be accepted into their ranks."
The middle-aged man took a sharp breath: "Is that true?"
The girl nodded earnestly and then said to her father, "Father, I don’t want to marry; I want to be a female hero."
The middle-aged man was momentarily speechless and sighed: "Well, you’ve yearned for Jianghu since you were young, only pity that our family had no such opportunity. Now that fate has brought this chance, go ahead and try. Let’s not talk about marriage for now...
"However, if you can’t learn it, then give up this idea early on.
"Find someone suitable to marry honestly, to avoid being unwed due to being too old."
The girl declared, "That sister told me, she hasn’t married at her age either."
The middle-aged man was left dumbfounded, ruffled his daughter’s hair, and sighed again.
He felt that today’s sight was indeed eye-opening.
He no longer dwelled on it and hurried home with his daughter.
The intent to gather herbs up the mountain had faded...
After seeing off the father and daughter, those robust men also bid farewell to Su Mo and his company.
"It’s incredibly fortunate to have met such esteemed individuals today.
"However, we still have our mundane affairs to attend to and dare not impose any longer, so we’ll take our leave now."
Indeed, they had matters to attend to.
Their companion had his neck bitten by the old man and died on the spot; they needed to manage the aftermath and take his body for proper arrangement.
Now without possessions on them, they had to find another way.
Thus, they hastily said goodbye and left to take care of their business.
Su Mo looked at the corpse and thought for a moment, reaching out to pull out Wei Ziyi’s longsword, which she carried with her.
Her sword had pierced through the old man, and the blade originally carried Corpse Poison.
Yet the poison that hadn’t entered the body was easy to handle; by now, it was already harmless.