The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang's extended palm paused for a moment, then retracted it.

He came with his hands behind his back and looked up at the old man. He was an old man with gray hair and a childish face. He had an extraordinary aura about him. There was no doubt that he must be a strong man.

Mo Yang sensed silently and found that the old man's cultivation was not detected.

At this time, he was already sure in his heart that this person must be a strong man who has entered the Taoist realm.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that Mo Yang was calm and calm, and even dared to use his spiritual thoughts to investigate him, the old man frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and a bit of coldness in his brows.

Mo Yang shrugged, took out the token that Murong Xue gave him, and said: "This is the token that your Holy Sect's genius Murong Xue gave me. I heard her say that no one dares to come to the Holy Sect with this token. Stop me, it seems that the words of the Holy Sect’s genius can’t be trusted either…”

The old man frowned, but he did not take the token to check, because at a glance he knew that the token was real, and when Mo Yang mentioned Murong Xue, it was true that only those disciples had the token.

And at this time, he had vaguely guessed Mo Yang's identity.

Because there had been discussions within the Holy Sect to win over Mo Yang for a long time. As an elder of the Holy Sect, he naturally knew about this matter. He seemed to have heard Murong Xue mention that she had given away a token.

Thinking of this, the old man's frown slowly relaxed.

He glanced at Mo Yang. Although the face in front of him was different from the portraits they had seen, he didn't find it strange because they had all heard of Mo Yang's methods.

"This medicine field is a forbidden area of ​​the Holy Sect. Even if you are a genius of the Holy Sect, if you want to set foot here, you need to report to the sect in advance and get permission before you can come here to dig for elixirs!" the old man said.

After hearing this, Mo Yang was immediately speechless, glanced at the old man with some contempt, and said: "Old man, your Holy Sect's rules are too old-fashioned. Although these are all elixirs, most of them are very common. And the medicine is of low age, is this necessary?”

"Then what are you doing here?" When the old man heard this, a trace of displeasure suddenly appeared on his face. He didn't care that Mo Yang called him an old man, after all, he was indeed an old man.

He was unhappy because Mo Yang's tone seemed a little too crazy. Wouldn't it be the same for any big sect or family?

Moreover, the lowest age of these elixirs is nearly a thousand years. Is this called low age?

"I came here to dig up a few medicinal plants, but I only dug half of them!" Mo Yang pointed while speaking, as if he was going to dig them out casually.

The old man glanced in the direction Mo Yang pointed, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

She secretly sighed that although Mo Yang was a little crazy, he had a good vision. The elixirs that Mo Yang pointed to were not only old, but also rare.

"Senior didn't ask who I was, nor did he do anything to me. He didn't seem to doubt the origin of this token. He must have known my identity..."

Mo Yang paused for a moment, then continued: "Let me tell you straight. I heard from Murong Xue that your Holy Sect wants to thank me. I dug up a few elixirs. The Holy Sect shouldn't have any objections, right?"

The old man frowned again and glanced around Mo Yang. He naturally knew the implication of Mo Yang's words, but this made him a little embarrassed. After all, it was very rare for Mo Yang to fall in love with those elixirs.

The key is that Mo Yang just opened his mouth to the lion, saying that he only wanted half. He had seen greedy people, but this was the first time he had seen such greedy people.

Coming to the Holy Sect alone, even if the Holy Sect does owe Mo Yang a favor, this is not the way to negotiate the terms. It doesn't look like what a human would say at all.

"Senior must be the one who guards the medicinal field. I wonder if senior can be the master. If not, then I can only go and discuss it with the Holy Sect in person!"

"It's just that if I only want a few at that time, it will be underestimating the strength of the Holy Sect. I may ask for more!"

Mo Yang spoke without blushing, with a gentle smile on his lips.

After he finished speaking, he silently looked at the old man in front of him.

The old man's brows frowned more and more. Mo Yang's words sounded very calm, but there was a hint of aggression, as if he was threatening him.

Just based on his understanding of Mo Yang and judging from the rumors about Mo Yang, the Mo Yang in front of him seems to be quite normal. After all, he is not as crazy as the rumors say.

"You saved our Holy Sect's genius. Our Holy Sect does owe you a favor. Our Holy Sect owes you a favor. It's just a few elixirs. Since you asked, take them away!" The old man seemed to have a look on his face. He has completely regained his composure and his tone is very calm.

After hearing this, the smile on Mo Yang's lips grew stronger. He bowed slightly to the old man and said, "The Holy Sect is worthy of being the Holy Sect. It does have the demeanor of a large sect, and the seniors are also broad-minded!"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and then he watched helplessly as Mo Yang raised his hand and scooped up half of the rare elixirs in an instant.

At this moment, the old man's heart was bleeding, but he could only pretend to be nonchalant.

After Mo Yang finished digging for the elixir, he scanned the medicinal field again, pointed not far away, and said, "Senior, how about I dig two of the Sacred Heart Exquisite Herbs?"

The old man's expression immediately changed. There were only three plants in total, but Mo Yang actually asked for two...

He tried to keep himself calm, took a deep breath, then waved his hand and said, "dig!"

Mo Yang raised his hand again and dug out the two best growing plants.

"Senior, I'll dig one of that Phoenix Blood Orchid..."

The old man's body began to tremble. He looked at Mo Yang silently, gritted his teeth, and did not speak, because he was afraid that he could not help but curse. He just waved his hands slightly.

Then Mo Yang pointed to a few more places, looked around the entire medicinal field carefully, and then stopped.

At this time, the old man was a little unsteady on his feet, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly.

With a smile on his face, Mo Yang said: "Senior is worthy of being an elder of the Holy Sect. He is much more upright than those old guys from Xudian, Jiang family, and Duan family. If those old guys have the consciousness of senior, how can they change?" It’s now like this!”

The old man's face was a bit ugly, and he almost vomited blood in his heart. Is this what people say? That's not how you praise someone.

"What else do you want?" The old man suppressed the anger in his heart and pretended to be calm.

Mo Yang glanced at the medicine field, which instantly made the old man nervous, fearing that Mo Yang would stretch out his evil finger and poke it again.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, because Mo Yang withdrew his gaze.

However, before the old man could breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Yang smiled and said: "Although there are some missing, they are not available here. I will ask when I see the leader of the Holy Sect!"