As the saying goes: When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.
The moment Su Mo locked eyes with one of the white men, both of them cycled through shock before settling on fury.
That white man was none other than the mage he’d encountered before.
The mage’s rage stemmed from the fact that this girl had nearly killed him during the terrorist attack.
Su Mo, on the other hand, was furious that the man hadn’t let him loot his corpse.
I went through the trouble of knocking you out, and you just teleported away? Not even letting me loot? What kind of bullshit is that, huh?
There were seven white men in total, all displaying D-rank cultivation—clearly suppressing their levels.
What puzzled Su Mo, though, was how they’d gotten in.
If Beidou had allowed them entry, he’d eat his hat.
That left only one possibility—illegal infiltration.
However they’d done it, Su Mo wasn’t about to let them leave easily now that he’d found them.
Seeing Su Mo alone, the white mage was overjoyed and signaled his companions to swim ashore.
Logically, Su Mo should’ve attacked while they were still in the water for the advantage, but his goal wasn’t just to fight—so he feigned retreat.
Only when they surrounded him onshore did he finally burst out laughing:
“We have an old saying in Xia: ‘All’s fair in war.’ Bet you’ve never heard of it.”
The mage tensed at his sudden laughter. “Wha—? Ice? Bombs?!”
Then his pupils shrank. “WATCH OUT FOR EXPLOSIVES!”
All seven men leaped back in terror.
Su Mo had no idea what they were saying, but their reaction told him they were intimidated.
Seizing the moment, he summoned his Tetanus Blade and lunged at the weakest-looking one.
A metallic clang—then a crack—and the man collapsed in a pool of blood.
The others panicked, their morale instantly shattered. Even the mage, who’d fought Su Mo before, was stunned.
She was strong, but not this strong! How’d she change so much in just a few days?!
It hit him then—Su Mo’s “retreat” had been a ruse to lure them ashore for an ambush.
The remaining six attacked simultaneously, trying to overwhelm him with numbers. But Su Mo fought unpredictably, singling out the weakest link.
Not only was his offense brutal, but his speed made it impossible for the others to land a hit.
Seeing this, the mage gritted his teeth and began chanting under his breath.
Soon, a fiery bird several meters long materialized midair and shot toward Su Mo.
The spell visibly drained him, leaving his already pale face ghostly white.
“DIE!”
Su Mo vanished into the flames. The searing heat forced the others back, evaporating the chill from their earlier swim.
“Young Master, that was incredible! She’s probably ash by now,” one lackey fawned.
The mage smirked, smugly eyeing the inferno. “Of course. Solar Phoenix is my master’s signature technique. A mere E-rank stands no chance.”
“LONG LIVE THE YOUNG MASTER!” the other five chorused.
“HAHAHA—”
Mid-laugh, the mage froze.
From within the roaring flames came Su Mo’s calm voice:
“No clue what you’re saying, but I assume you’re celebrating? Sorry to ruin the mood.”
The fire burned fiercer—yet the temperature plummeted.
Gradually, the golden-red phoenix darkened to an eerie cyan… then turned and shot back toward its caster.
“HOLY SH—!” The mage blurted perfect Mandarin for the first time and ran.
But as he’d boasted earlier—Solar Phoenix wasn’t something just anyone could escape. Including him.
BOOM.
The cyan bird streaked past the five lackeys, leaving only piles of ash.
Su Mo spared the mage—for now. He still had uses.
As the summoned firebird faded, Su Mo yanked the man up by his collar.
“Cooperate, or I’ll make you beg for death.”
He fed a wisp of Yin Flame into the mage’s body. The man convulsed, writhing in agony.
“I—I obey! Spare me!“
Su Mo let him suffer awhile before withdrawing the flame. “Next: I ask, you answer. Lie, and it gets worse.”
The mage blinked, then nodded frantically.
“Name?”
More nodding. The guy clearly hadn’t understood.
Su Mo’s face darkened. “What’s your name?”
“Jack Smith.”
“Jack, huh? Sounds about as basic as Zhang Wei back home.”
With Su Mo’s failing English and Jack’s bootleg Mandarin, their “conversation” was a mess.
Realizing he wouldn’t get useful intel, Su Mo switched to looting.
Damn, this guy’s loaded.
Beyond the spatial artifact’s inherent value, the treasures inside—other artifacts, spirit stones—were worth a fortune.
He also found an identity token.
“Looks important,” Su Mo muttered.
Jack tried fleeing multiple times during the inventory, but Su Mo always dragged him back.
Ever since mastering Yin Flame, a fire mage like Jack posed zero threat.
Once he’d squeezed out every last drop of value, Su Mo’s gaze turned lethal.
He slammed a palm against Jack’s chest and siphoned his life force. The Azure Core inside him pulsed with excitement, swelling as it devoured the mage’s fire-attribute energy—nearly matching the Qi Core in size now.
“Wha…” Jack’s head lolled. His body withered to a husk before Su Mo incinerated it.
“What nothing. Should’ve shut up sooner.”
Su Mo felt no guilt.
He lived by one rule: Mercy to enemies is cruelty to yourself.
So he killed without hesitation.
Less than two hours in the ruins, and he’d already struck gold.
A rough tally:
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Spirit Stones:
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High-grade: 1
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Mid-grade: 23
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Low-grade: 4,000+
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Artifacts: Over a dozen, including two premium items:
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Spatial Artifact: Emerald Pendant (For Ye Qingyi—she still lacked one after the frogmen mission’s loot got confiscated for “research.”)
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Mage’s Staff (Useless for now, but worth keeping.)
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Miscellaneous: Piles of gold and ancient coins.
Su Mo, long accustomed to poverty, couldn’t stop grinning.
HAHAHA! I’VE FINALLY HIT THE JACKPOT!