There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

"And what about the past two years? Have you been disappointed by the complete lack of harvest?"

The three people surrounding Jiang Mo fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, until Tang Qianyan broke the deathly silence in the cave with a somewhat complicated tone:

"How could that be? Brother Mo, haven't you become a VIP at Fire Rain Manor?"

"Given time, he might become Huo Yugong's son-in-law. At that time, the brothers will also benefit from your success and live a life free from worries about food and drink."

"of course can."

To Tang Qianyan's surprise, Jiang Mo, who had always refused to send the Hundred-Year-Old Man to Huoyu Manor, agreed without hesitation.

However, he immediately added:

"As long as you can get rid of your bad habit of not being able to control your hands, with your abilities, you can still eat and drink without worry even without me."

"Hmph, in the end, you still look down on us old brothers."

Before Tang Qianyan could speak, Yunhe snorted coldly, his gaze towards Jiang Mo filled with intense jealousy.

"Just because you've hooked up with a golden phoenix, you think all your former brothers are nothing but chickens?"

"I just think that since there is a smooth road to follow, why go back to the old days of stealing chickens and dogs?"

"People always strive for a better life."

Jiang Mo glanced at Yun He, knowing that the other party was probably extremely jealous of his relationship with Hu Meier, but he didn't pay much attention to the guy and just tried his best to persuade the others.

"That's right, people always want to pursue a better life."

Even the most silent and gloomy owl spoke, and two slender, jet-black weapons sprang from its fingertips, their sharp edges revealing themselves in the dim cave.

"And that lord paid a hefty price for your head."

At this point, there was almost no need to continue the conversation, but upon hearing the other party mention the wealthy patron who had commissioned Bai Niao, Jiang Mo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow:

"You guys really believe that guy's promise?"

"Because he will be the future master of South Korea. I'm sorry, Brother Mo, the promise you made is far too fragile."

The swallows in front of the hall sighed, rubbing their foreheads.

It's unclear whether he felt helpless because his longtime friends had turned against each other, or because of the fact that his two companions had been exposed prematurely.

He waved his hand, and a dozen figures suddenly rushed out.

The members of the Hundred Birds attacked, like a flock of vultures surrounding carrion, eager to get a bite. This made Jiang Mo sigh and leave.

"Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan, look, a true phoenix cannot fly out of a grass nest."

"What kind of true heroes can be raised in a den of thieves? But I'm not in a position to say that, after all, I shamelessly set my sights on someone's precious daughter!"

It seemed like he was talking to himself, but it also sounded like he was giving someone an explanation.

Faced with the attacks from the Hundred Birds, Jiang Mo did not rush to fight back, but instead dodged and weaved.

Even in the cramped cave, Jiang Mo's movements and dodging were not affected in the slightest.

He seemed to have truly transformed into a gentle breeze.

Despite the sharp, overlapping attacks that had effectively blocked any space for evasion, Jiang Mo was still able to slip through those narrow gaps.

He walked past the crowd, strolling leisurely as if he were in a garden.

"How is this possible? This guy's strength..."

A look of astonishment crept across Night Owl's gloomy face; he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

He felt his achievements were remarkable, far surpassing those of his colleagues in the organization.

Night Owl had always been quite resentful of "Ink Kite" being the leader of all birds, thinking that the other party had neglected his skills by indulging in wine and women over the years.

Unexpectedly, the lightness and agility displayed completely exceeded his comprehension.

"Don't panic. This guy is only able to find room to dodge because he is familiar with our martial arts origins. But he obviously has no strength left to fight back."

Yunhe was quite skilled in light-footed techniques and noticed something amiss.

He immediately encouraged everyone with great confidence:

"Moreover, this familiarity is mutual. We can also use our understanding of Mo Yuan's martial arts to make accurate predictions! Even if this guy tries his best to maneuver, he can't hold out for long."

"Oh? That's what you think."

Despite being surrounded and attacked by a group of people, Jiang Mo remained calm and composed, even having the energy to talk to Yun He and the others.

His gaze swept over the various bird-like figures displaying their abilities, a slight smirk playing on his lips:

"But in my opinion, no two feathers in this world are the same. Just as birds are all different, even the same martial arts technique will not be exactly the same in our hands."

Seemingly having seen enough, Jiang Mo stopped simply dodging.

"How could you sparrows know the scenery seen through the eyes of a swan?"

As he spoke, Jiang Mo's figure blurred, quickly creating multiple distinct figures.

One, two...

All the birds, whether above or below, practice the same internal energy cultivation technique called "Riding the Wind and Embracing the Moon," and their body techniques are also identical.

Everyone naturally knows of the existence of the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions technique.

Even though not everyone had mastered this profound skill, they were not too alarmed when they saw that Jiang Mo could create clones.

But that was only the beginning.

As one figure after another emerged and multiplied, the crowd, who were intently watching Jiang Mo and trying to count how many illusory bodies he had created, could only see a series of afterimages before their eyes.

There are simply too many to count.

A dozen or so?

Or hundreds?

No one had an answer in their hearts, nor did they need one. Regardless of how many illusory forms Jiang Mo had created, the situation had far exceeded everyone's comprehension.

A single tree can form a forest, and one person can form an army.

That's all there is to it.

Just as he drew his sword and looked around in confusion, not knowing where to attack, Jiang Mo's voice came from all directions.

The echoes reverberated through the cave, creating layers upon layers of sound.

"Out of consideration for our past relationship, I will show you what the view from the mountaintop is like, so that you may know the vastness of this world..."

As he sighed softly, the wind rose and blood fell.

This cannot be called a battle, let alone a massacre.

Like leaves carried away by the wind.

As the bewitching smoke that Yunhe had set in the cave was swept away, as the traps set by Tangqianyan were cleared, as all the various methods they had used were completely destroyed...

The lives of all the birds and humans quietly vanished with the wind.

Jiang Mo's clothes weren't even stained with blood; only his long, flowing hair, which was casually draped over his shoulders, was slightly disheveled in the wind.

"Cough cough cough, indeed an extraordinary method..."

Barely managing to sit still against the stone wall, Tang Qianyan watched Jiang Mo stride toward her with a complex and inscrutable expression.

"The Phoenix Dance of Six Illusions, it can actually achieve this..."

"No, it wasn't the pure Phoenix Dance Six Illusions. Most of those were just false afterimages and illusions, nothing more than deceptions."

Jiang Mo showed no intention of holding back.

The powerful spiraling energy severed the tendons of the swallow in front of the hall, while the gracefully falling phoenix feathers grazed its throat.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.

The vitality that poured out between the fingers could not be stopped.

For the dead, there is no need to keep the secret any longer. Moreover, even if Tang Qianyan understood the tactics he had just used, he couldn't think of any way to counter them.

They couldn't even understand the methods he used.

The difference in their levels of understanding is too great.

Letting the other party die knowing the truth was Jiang Mo's final act of mercy towards his old friend, Mo Yuan.

"Incredible methods, unbelievable moves..."

Tang Qianyan, whose consciousness was gradually fading, truly couldn't understand how Jiang Mo had done it. He didn't dwell on it, but simply looked at Jiang Mo with a complicated expression:

"That's surprisingly impressive. No wonder you're unwilling to continue doing those shady things."

"How could they possibly eat rotten rats?"

The light in his eyes gradually faded as he gazed at Jiang Mo's increasingly blurry figure, muttering to himself involuntarily:

"Brother Mo, let's leave this place of trouble, the farther the better."

"Even if you are skilled, you are still just one person. You cannot defeat them, you cannot defeat this chaotic world..."

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

From Tangqianyan's words, Jiang Mo heard no more schemes or plots, only heartfelt words from the other party, perhaps spoken to Jiang Mo.

Or perhaps, it's just an excuse for myself.

"If one person isn't enough, then ten, a hundred... I will unite all forces that can be united."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Mo responded softly.

Even though the swallow in front of the hall had already breathed its last and could no longer hear his words, Jiang Mo's tone remained firm:

"We will do everything in our power to end this chaotic world."

Chapter 99 Earth Fire Disaster

"Never again."

Turning around, Jiang Mo walked out of the cave filled with corpses. He didn't look back, but instead looked up at the clear blue sky and let out a long sigh.

Rumble~