Chapter 8: Immortal Cultivation Involves Honey Traps Too

Lin Mo scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed look. "I'm truly sorry, I went a bit heavy on the attack."

Inwardly, however, he was secretly thrilled. You bastard, that's what you get for constantly acting cool and trying to roast me with a small fireball! Don't you know that acting cool gets you struck by lightning!

The audience below was dead silent. No one could have imagined that Lin Mo, who always performed steadily at the very bottom, could actually defeat Wang Tie, the favorite Disciple to win the championship.

The Disciples off the stage hung their mouths open, unable to recover their senses for a long time.

After a long while, a Disciple said uncertainly, "Is this still Lin Mo? Could he have been subjected to Possession?"

"I'm not sure, but I feel like he is so strong."

A Disciple exaggeratedly gestured, "Such a huge fireball! Even the Fireball Technique of the Foundation Establishment Stage can't be much better than that!"

Aside from shock, there was no other way to describe the feelings of these Disciples.

This feeling was like seeing a beggar who couldn't even afford a meal, only for him to suddenly walk up to you and transform into a multi-billionaire overnight.

After snapping back to reality, many Disciples were almost moved to tears.

Except for Lin Mo himself, everyone had bet on Zhang Tie to win. Many people had taken out all their savings, originally planning to make a small profit, but now look at them—they had lost everything down to their shirts.

Everyone glared resentfully at Lin Mo. You really shouldn't place bets casually; you need to be cautious when running into a butchering scam!

Lin Mo happily collected one hundred Spirit Stones back from the betting stall.

The bookmaker also wore a displeased expression; Lin Mo had caused him to suffer massive losses this time.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue walked up in front of Lin Mo with a cold expression and said through clenched teeth, "Junior Brother, I never expected your cultivation to be this high already. Your Senior Sister misjudged you!"

Lin Mo chuckled. "Senior Sister, everyone in this world is progressing; no one stays stagnant."

A cold sneer curled the corners of Senior Sister Leng Hanyue's mouth as she maintained her aloof posture. "Junior Brother, I have been instructed."

Lin Mo turned around and headed straight back to the Waste Pill Room. In front of the many Outer Sect Disciples, although Senior Sister Leng Hanyue had lost money, as the Senior Sister, it wasn't convenient for her to throw a tantrum.

However, the way those Disciples looked at him made it seem like they wanted to devour him alive. This place was a breeding ground for trouble, and he definitely couldn't stay here for long.

Returning to the Waste Pill Room, Lin Mo let out a long sigh of relief. His own territory was still the most comfortable.

Winning too many Spirit Stones made it easy to offend people, after all.

Not long after he returned, a knock sounded at the door.

This time, the footsteps were different; it wasn't that old Indian turtledove, Shen Xuanyin.

Lin Mo felt a bit puzzled. Could it be Tang Waner who came looking for him?

Tang Waner could be considered Lin Mo's only friend in the Jade Maiden Immortal Sect. Come to think of it, the two of them hadn't met in quite some time.

Opening the door, it turned out to be Senior Sister Leng Hanyue, who had just lost money.

Lin Mo sighed. "Senior Sister, what are you here for?"

With a thud, Senior Sister Leng Hanyue dropped to her knees in front of Lin Mo, hugged his thigh, and cried out in grievance, "Junior Brother, lend me some money. I really can't go on living like this."

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat. Just as expected.

Don't let Senior Sister Leng Hanyue's aloof exterior fool you; Lin Mo actually understood her well. She was an unrepentant, hardcore gambler. Furthermore, in order to borrow money, she was willing to sell anything except her own body.

The reason her contribution points were insufficient was precisely because Senior Sister Leng Hanyue had constantly been doing tasks for others to earn Spirit Stones, and all the contribution points had been transferred to other Disciples' identity tokens. Naturally, she didn't have a single record of contribution points herself.

Most importantly, Senior Sister Leng Hanyue always adhered to the philosophy: Money borrowed through one's own ability, why should it be paid back!

In the third year after Lin Mo entered the sect, he had painstakingly saved up ten Spirit Stones.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue had once borrowed Spirit Stones from him, promising to return them in a few days. Later it became a few weeks, then a few months, then a few years passed, and finally she completely stopped paying them back.

Moreover, many Disciples knew about Senior Sister Leng Hanyue's creditworthiness. Although quite a few Disciples admired her, her credit score was so low she couldn't even unlock a shared bicycle.

Even though the other party was his Senior Sister, Lin Mo still hardened his heart and shook his head. "Senior Sister, I don't have any surplus grain here either. How could I have extra Spirit Stones to lend you?"

Lin Mo lied through his teeth after having just won one hundred Spirit Stones.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue naturally knew that Lin Mo had Spirit Stones in his pocket.

She hugged Lin Mo's thigh and acted coquettishly, "Junior Brother, lend me a little bit. 50 Spirit Stones will be enough—no, 20 will do."

Lin Mo lowered his head slightly, and his Dao Heart trembled. This vixen Senior Sister Leng Hanyue, why was she even bumping her chest against him? She really had one face in public and another in private.

But he still hardened his heart and shook his head. If these Spirit Stones were really given to her, it would definitely be like throwing meat buns at a dog—gone forever without a trace.

Rejected once again, Senior Sister Leng Hanyue stood up, regained her detached appearance, and made a harsh threat, "If you still refuse to lend me money, don't blame me for being unpolite!"

Lin Mo gritted his teeth, already prepared to take a beating.

Spirit Stones absolutely could not be lent out. What decent person casually lends out Spirit Stones anyway?

After all, this was still the territory of the Jade Maiden Immortal Sect, and he believed the other party wouldn't go too far. At most, a free massage session and it would all pass.

With his current cultivation, he definitely couldn't beat Senior Sister Leng Hanyue. Don't look at her charming appearance; Senior Sister Leng Hanyue was a veritable Body Refining Cultivator.

If the worst came to the worst, after taking a beating, he would be a brave man again in a moment. He would write it down in his little notebook, and once his cultivation surpassed Senior Sister Leng Hanyue, he would ruthlessly spank her bottom.

Lin Mo had already prepared to take a beating, but he still needed to protect his clever little head. He squatted on the ground and hugged his head with both hands.

At this moment, Senior Sister Leng Hanyue handed over a Jade Slip and asked with some puzzlement, "Junior Brother Lin, what kind of pose is that?"

Lin Mo was also somewhat confused. What was going on here? He didn't have to take a beating, and she was even giving him a Jade Slip?

He curiously placed the Jade Slip against his forehead, and the contents inside made him unable to stop his nosebleed.

Inside the Jade Slip, the Senior Sister was wearing not a single thread of clothing. Wisps of watery mist obscured most of her body, faintly revealing her fragrant shoulders.

Her long, slender legs were clearly visible, and her full curves were incomparably alluring.

Panicking, he hurriedly lowered the Jade Slip and stammered, "S-S-Senior Sister, w-w-what are you doing this for?"

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue brushed aside a lock of her hair and smiled charmingly, "Junior Brother, does it look good?"

Lin Mo swallowed hard and nodded with a dazed, cute expression, "It looks good, but it makes me a bit heated."

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue returned to her aloof demeanor and said, "You'll have to resolve being heated on your own. Since it looks good, I'll mortgage this thing to you. Lend me fifty Spirit Stones, and within a year, I will return the Spirit Stones to you!"

Lin Mo wore a bitter expression. "Senior Sister, do I still have the option to refuse?"

"What do you think? If you dare to refuse, I'll shout out right now and say you secretly recorded the Jade Slip. Let's see who the Elders within the sect would believe." Senior Sister Leng Hanyue wore an expression of smug success.

Lin Mo pouted. Although it looked very nice, fifty Spirit Stones were a bit too expensive. Had he known earlier, he wouldn't have looked at things he shouldn't have seen.

With his eyes closed, Lin Mo pulled out half of the Spirit Stones from his bosom that hadn't even warmed up yet.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue left in complete satisfaction, not forgetting to warn Lin Mo before leaving: "Return the Jade Slip to me when I pay back the money, otherwise, you're dead meat!"

"Haha, Four Directions Casino, wait for this old lady to go over and slaughter all directions!"

After the Senior Sister left, Lin Mo emo'd while cleaning up the waste pills. There were too many schemes in the Outer Sect; he wanted to enter the Inner Sect.

These waste pills were sorted and thrown into the earthly fire pit. Lin Mo would set aside useful Medicinal Pills in advance, slowly refining them later when spiritual materials were plentiful enough.