What those people thought had nothing to do with Lin Mo. His heart was now fully devoted to the quest for the Dao, seeking even greater power.
After leaving the mansion, Lin Mo found Liao Wen. When Liao Wen learned that Lin Mo had slain the Old Witch Master of the Black Witch Sect, she cheered in excitement, naturally happy, but also somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected Lin Mo to be so powerful that he had defeated the Old Witch Master.
"Where is my grandfather?" Liao Wen's face showed a look of urgency. The Old Witch Master was dead, but her grandfather and the people of the White Witch Clan were still in their hands.
Lin Mo pinched a spell, and a silver light flashed by, immediately suspending a black sphere in the air that transformed into a small figure exactly like the Old Witch Master, only the size of a palm and with a shadowy semblance.
This was the soul of the Old Witch Master.
"Where are my grandfather and our people from the Bai Clan?" Liao Wen hurriedly asked.
"Heh heh, even if you kill me, I won't tell you," the Old Witch Master said, his eyes filled with a fierce and malevolent gaze, staring fixedly at Lin Mo. He never imagined that, after cultivating for over a hundred years, he would be defeated by a youngster. He was furious, full of hatred, and somewhat unwilling to accept it. He couldn't understand why Lin Mo was so powerful. No matter how exceptional a person's talent was, it was impossible to have such powerful mana in just over a decade.
Even Ye Gutian, who was once hailed as the number one genius in Huaxia, could not have possessed such formidable strength in his teens.
Lin Mo didn't finish his thoughts, but beside the Old Witch Master's soul, strands of golden lightning akin to branches appeared, and immediately the Old Witch Master emitted a painful howl, as though he was suffering the flames of Hell.
"If you're unwilling to speak, naturally, I have my ways to make you talk. However, if I have to resort to the Soul Searching Technique, your soul may very well collapse," Lin Mo said calmly.
Finally, a drastic change came over the Old Witch Master's face. Now without a physical body, but still possessing a soul, he could still cultivate and become a Ghost Cultivator as long as he found a place where yin energy converged. But if his soul were to disintegrate, he would lose even his last sliver of hope.
The Old Witch Master spilled everything. He had come to Jiangbei alone, and the people of the White Witch Clan were still imprisoned in the mountains at the junction between Shu Province and Dian Province.
Lin Mo didn't waste any time. He contained the Old Witch Master's soul within a Space Seal, then pinched a spell and grabbed Liao Wen's shoulder, turning into a white rainbow streaking across the sky.
Especially as it was nighttime, the two of them flying through the upper skies would not easily be noticed. During daytime, however, they would have to be cautious—being spotted and ending up on the internet would likely induce a frenzy among netizens.
A plane ride from Jiangbei to Shuzhou would take several hours, and Lin Mo was taking someone with him. Since Liao Wen's cultivation level wasn't very high, flying too fast could harm her body, so Lin Mo maintained a consistent speed throughout the flight.
After some time, they arrived at the territory of the White Witch Clan. The White Witch Clan and the Three Major Families of Chuannan Magic lived here, but the aggressive invasion by the Black Witch Sect had caused the Three Great Magic Families to evacuate the mountains.
"Who are you, outsiders aren't welcome here." The White Witch Clan's village resembled a fort, with houses coiled around the mountainside and dense forest, accessible only by a single path. However, the entire village was now full of Black Witch Sect Disciples, who showed wary expressions upon seeing outsiders intruding.
A silver light flashed by, and before the Black Witch Sect Disciples could react, they were decapitated.
A three-foot-long silver Light Sword circled in the air like a dragon.
Lin Mo, with Liao Wen, made their way inside the house. The Black Witch Sect Disciples in the village had already noticed them and were rushing over with weapons ready, hurling various spells like a flowing stream.
Fireballs, Wind Blades, Black Fog, Poisonous Gu, Iron Whips, Hidden Weapons!
However, all these attacks were stopped by True Qi a meter in front of Lin Mo, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword hovering over his head transformed into a silver dragon, slaughtering its way through the crowd.
These people had attacked the White Witch Clan and the Three Great Magic Families, killing who knows how many, so Lin Mo showed no mercy.
In less than ten minutes, nearly a hundred Black Witch Sect Disciples had fallen, and the others continuously retreated. They still retained some sense of reason and, upon seeing Lin Mo, an invincible War God, fear blossomed in their hearts.
One person dropped his Long Blade, and with legs flying, ran towards the forest behind.
Seeing this, one after the other, the rest discarded their weapons and fled.
Lin Mo didn't pursue them. His Divine Sense covered the entire village, and swiftly he led Liao Wen to a Stone Chamber behind the village. The Stone Chamber was blocked by a thick stone wall, with a mysterious side gate next to it, which required a specific Magic Treasure to open.
Lin Mo summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and plunged it fiercely, turning the sword into a streak of Flowing Light, smashing the Stone Gate to pieces.
A thunderous roar suddenly filled the entire village.
(Wonderful continuation tomorrow. Readers with "recommendation tickets," please cast one for me, thank you.)