Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 262 - 224: Counterfeiting Craftsmanship (Part 2)

Han Yu was also greatly astonished. How were these two nearly identical stones made?

"Mo Family's side hustle!"

Ye Hei whispered mysteriously. As soon as he picked up the stone, he went over to the Heaven-Asking Tower. The world knew the fame of the Mo Family's mechanical techniques in the Cultivator Realm, but very few knew their counterfeit skills were equally exceptional.

Moreover, the Mo Family never advertised this; after all, this wasn't exactly a legitimate pursuit.

He only found out by paying attention when his own Sect Leader was cursing the Mo Family.

It was said that Mo Family members had imitated a batch of the Unparalleled Tower's examination tokens to sell in the Cultivator Realm.

This led to an unprecedentedly large-scale disciple recruitment examination at the Unparalleled Tower that year, attracting all kinds of lowlifes, with varying qualifications, and even junior cultivators from other sects trying their luck.

It was only after the fact that they realized the tokens came from the new generation of Mo Family, those rascals.

What infuriated the Unparalleled Tower the most was that the fake tokens were even more authentic than the real ones, with well-chosen materials, inadvertently making the Unparalleled Tower lose face repeatedly.

That's why Ye Hei remembered so vividly when back then the Sect Leader nearly stormed the Mo Family to settle scores with those youngsters.

Han Yu instinctively sketched the image of his cousin in his mind; such a mischievous deed must have been his handiwork.

However…

"Aren't you afraid of being strung up and beaten for talking about your sect's embarrassment like this?" Han Yu's face twitched, wanting to laugh but holding back.

Ye Hei shrugged indifferently, "What goes around comes around. I'll tell you sometime how I caused trouble for the new generation of Mo Family."

"And they still help you?"

Han Yu was extremely curious. He knew the grievances between the two sects weren't a matter of life or death, but they loved to bicker from top to bottom.

"That's why I disguised myself, but as soon as I got to the Heaven-Asking Tower, those brutes recognized me and refused to help."

Ye Hei sighed. The relationship between disciples of the two sects was as hot as fire. Not only did they not help, but they clearly recognized him even though he had wrapped his head like a dumpling.

Yet, after he mentioned Han Yu, their demeanor changed instantly, and they took on the job without another word.

"You've got quite the face at the Mo Family!"

Ye Hei exclaimed in amazement. He only knew Han Yu had a close relationship with the Mo Family's Young Master but didn't know his influence was effective there too.

Han Yu thought it might not only be because of his cousin but also due to him helping the Mo Family several times.

What amazed Ye Hei even more was the Mo Family's imitation skills. When the final product was presented, though not exactly the same, it was impossible to find any differences.

Whether in appearance or edges, it was perfectly replicated.

Even the spiritual qi emanating from the Dragon Blood Stone was mimicked, the only difference being that once external forces intervened, the truth would emerge immediately.

"I think it can work. Not many people know about the Mo Family's craftsmanship. Back then, the Unparalleled Tower silently accepted the loss, so the Cultivator Realm isn't aware of imitations yet."

Ye Hei laughed strangely, in other words, the simple cultivators hadn't experienced the sting of counterfeit goods yet.

Han Yu instantly understood what Ye Hei intended to do, his expression turning odd.

Such a move against the enemy was truly satisfying, mainly because it was quite a cunning trick, not really in line with Ye Hei's public persona.

This guy was supposed to be the embodiment of righteousness and camaraderie among brothers!

"I said Quan Xiaotong couldn't have been wrong; you really are fit for the Inspectorate."

Ling Wuce looked at Ye Hei with a meaningful smile…

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7:45 PM! Sixty miles east of the city!

Han Yu came alone with his single saber to a desolate wilderness.

Counting time, he was indeed a bit late, but upon his arrival, the place was deserted.

After about a quarter of an hour, cultivators finally emerged.

A dozen people arrived together, the same group of Divine Gaze Realm cultivators from yesterday.

Finally, the middle-aged man appeared in the sky, flying, at his own leisurely pace.

Upon seeing him, Han Yu was so angry his teeth ached, itching to set him ablaze on the spot.

"Did you bring what I want?"

The middle-aged man asked with a smile, feeling very pleased with his control over everything.

Han Yu lifted the package in his hand and opened it directly, revealing blood-red edges.

The crowd of cultivators saw this and wanted to come forward, but no sooner had they taken a few steps, a wisp of white flame suddenly appeared and ignited several of them first.

Their screams were piercingly tragic, the cultivators hurriedly rolling on the ground attempting to extinguish the flames, but the white fire clung to them like bone-eating maggots, impossible to put out just by rolling.

Several other cultivators rushed forward, condensing water mist into rain to pour over them continuously, but it was better not to pour; as soon as it touched the fire, the flames flared even more fiercely.

In only a brief moment, the ignited cultivators were reduced to ashes, disappearing without a trace when the evening breeze blew.

After this incident, no cultivator dared to step forward, all retreating in fear.

"If you enjoy playing such lowly tricks, I don't mind burning all your lackeys. After all, it's just a matter of a single flame."

Han Yu spoke coldly, pointing at the remaining cultivators.

"Between one ant and a hundred ants, it's all just a fire to me."

The middle-aged man showed no anger, instead clapping his hands and laughing.

"What a magnificent divine technique. This surely isn't mortal fire anymore, is it?"

He showed no regard for the lives of his subordinates, clicking his tongue at the power of the divine technique instead, as if Han Yu had burnt only trivial things, making his counterattack feel like hitting cotton.