Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 1191 - 746: The Choice of the White-Clothed Sword Saint

Chapter 1191 -746: The Choice of the White-Clothed Sword Saint

“Senior Chu… to kill or to…”

With an expression of resignation facing death, Xue Yuluo came before Chu Mo. Before the words “to kill or to flay, at your command” could leave her mouth, Chu Mo, whose demeanor remained unchanged, spoke first:

“Xiao Luo, are you telling me how you overcame your fear? Whether these two youngsters can return to normal depends on you.”

Xue Yuluo, who had been prepared to face death with equanimity, immediately widened her eyes. The words she was about to utter were forcibly swallowed back, and she became utterly dumbfounded.

At this moment, Bai Xun, the guardian beast of the Long family from Hua Country, approached. This middle-aged man, dressed in white with the pinnacle strength of a mid-level Great Grandmaster, stopped behind Chu Mo with a face full of reverence, and said with utmost piety: “Senior!”

Looking at the man before him, clad in white and exuding the ethereal charm of a sword immortal, Chu Mo, to tell the truth, was quite envious of his otherworldly poise. After taking a gentle breath, Chu Mo nodded slightly and said:

“Bai Xun, our agreement still stands. As long as you are willing to join my sect, I will bestow upon you a Heavenly Spirit Pill, and guarantee your advancement to the realm of an upper-level Great Grandmaster!”

Chu Mo valued this white-clad sword saint greatly. Although he was only in his forties this year, he had already reached the pinnacle of a mid-level Great Grandmaster and was on the cusp of a breakthrough at any moment.

Bai Xun had once consumed a Great Rejuvenation Pill, and the Innate True Qi in his body was several times more abundant than that of an average mid-level Great Grandmaster. Even now, he still had a thirty percent chance of advancing. However, unsatisfied with a mere thirty percent, he had been seeking a Heavenly Spirit Pill. If he could consume another Heavenly Spirit Pill, Bai Xun’s chances of advancement could even exceed sixty percent. It should be noted that a typical peak mid-level Great Grandmaster might not even have a five percent chance of advancing, and his chances were already several times greater than others, which showed just how extraordinary his talent was.

The reason why Chu Mo placed great importance on Bai Xun was firstly due to genuinely valuing talent, and another reason was, in fact, his intention to undermine the Long family of Hua Country.

Although Chu Mo now seemed to have surpassed all powers within Hua Country, when it truly came down to it, his assets combined were merely in the scale of five trillion, while the combined assets of the eight major families exceeded ten trillion. Among them, the Long family of Hua Country held the most, their wealth exceeding two trillion and seven hundred billion, which could pose some threat to Chu Mo.

If Chu Mo could win Bai Xun over to his side, not only would his own strength surge once more, but the influence of his biggest rival, the Long family of Hua Country, would plummet in an instant. Without the protection of a Great Grandmaster, Family Head Long Zhentian himself would lose confidence and stand three inches shorter.

As Chu Mo’s words came to an end, the middle-aged onlooker in white, appearing ethereal like an immortal, slightly concentrated his thoughts. Clearly, even with his incredibly strong will, he was somewhat tempted.

Bai Xun had once been hailed as a once-in-a-century prodigious talent of Hua Country. At twenty-eight, he advanced to the early stage of the Grandmaster Realm, reaching it seven years earlier than Lei Ting. In the span of seven years, he had cultivated to the peak of mid-level mastery. Had Lei Ting not received external assistance, with his own talent, he might have taken at least fifteen years or more to reach the peak mid-level, at least twice as much time as Bai Xun had taken.

This was the terrifying aspect of Bai Xun. Qin Lan had once said that if Bai Xun were given enough time and resources, no one could predict the extent of his cultivation.

Faced with the invitation from Chu Mo, a legendary figure, Bai Xun was also engaged in a fierce internal struggle. On the one hand was the Long family of Hua Country, to whom his own family owed great gratitude, and on the other was this legendary figure who could greatly expedite his cultivation progress. No one would believe he wasn’t tempted.

However, Bai Xun was ultimately not Lei Ting.

For the sake of martial arts, Lei Ting could forsake kinship, friendship, and even love. As a warrior fanatic, Lei Ting would undoubtedly accept such an opportunity without hesitation.

But Bai Xun, in the end, did not sever all ties. In the depths of his heart, there remained a sliver of softness.

So, after an intense internal battle, the man in white still chose to shake his head and refuse.

Chu Mo looked at the man in front of him, feeling a hint of regret deep down, but he wasn’t surprised.

Previously, Chu Mo had already extended an invitation to him, which was rejected. The same outcome this time merely showed that the person before him had a resolute nature, undisturbed by external things.

Perhaps it was precisely because of such character that Bai Xun was able to cultivate so rapidly.

As he watched Bai Xun slowly walk away, Chu Mo let out a light sigh, when suddenly the soft murmur of a young girl reached his ears:

“That guy is so handsome, way cooler than my master.”

Hearing this, Chu Mo slightly turned his head and saw the young girl named Qin Ning, who at the moment was gazing dreamily at the departing figure of Bai Xun.

Chu Mo couldn’t help but let out a wry smile, and as his laughter spread, the Qin Ning beside him immediately realized her gaffe. Her gaze fleetingly shifted to the young man before her, and in her mind, she immediately pictured a terrifying black hole, causing her whole body to uncontrollably start trembling.

Chu Mo looked at the young girl who had been fine moments ago, who started to shake violently just from one glance at him, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He wasn’t even sure what this so-called seed of fear was; all Chu Mo could think of now was to have the two little ones follow him and see his ordinary side. Perhaps in doing so, they might no longer find him so frightening.

With Bai Xun’s departure, the banquet hall that had been bustling was now completely empty.

Chu Mo glanced at the top-tier watch worth millions on his wrist to check the time; it was already past midnight, and the continuous socializing with so many people had also drained a lot of his energy. Yawning, he spoke distractedly:

“You guys go back together first, we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.”

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As his words fell, Chu Mo didn’t wait to see the expressions of the three in front of him; he turned and headed straight for the elevator.

Qin Ning and Tang Yi had both been instructed by their masters and families to follow Senior Chu’s arrangements without any neglect, so they immediately followed Chu Mo.

As for Xue Yuluo standing aside, she felt caught between a rock and a hard place.

What Xue Yuluo wanted to do most was to leave this place as soon as possible, rush back to her sect, and then investigate what had truly happened to her ancestor.

Despite the ancestor’s many avatars being shattered one by one in the previous battle, Xue Yuluo had an inkling that her ancestor hadn’t truly perished, and that his real body had likely escaped from here long ago.

Of course, all of this was just Xue Yuluo’s speculation, and she intended to investigate the truth personally.

But now, since Senior Chu before her had specifically asked her to stay, although Xue Yuluo, the young miss of the Xue family, was accustomed to being the center of attention, here, she genuinely feared that Senior Chu might slap her to death with a single blow.

Thus, after a moment’s hesitation, despite feeling unwilling, she had no choice but to follow.