Wang Xiaoliu's face turned earthy, and he lifted his foot to run out, but was swept back by Mo Qingchen's invisible sleeve wind.

  He fell to the ground and immediately let out a loud cry like a slaughtered pig: "Save me! Save me!"

  But Mo Qingchen was calmly gazing at him, and only when he finished speaking did she slowly say, "You'd better save some energy to tell me, how did we happen to meet again?"

  "You... don't be so smug, our shopkeeper is a foundation-building period cultivator!" Wang Xiaoliu said with a serious expression, he really couldn't understand how the woman in front of him could easily defeat Wang Chao, who had reached the 12th layer of Qi Refining.

  "Who's in charge here?" Mo Qingchen pondered for a moment before understanding the gist of it, and with a flick of his wrist, he conjured up a pinkish-red talisman.

  Wang Xiaoliu was so frightened that he jumped up with a whoosh, covering his head and fleeing in panic. However, he heard a "plop" sound, and the talisman had stuck to his back.

  Wang Xiaoliu's body stiffened and he slowly turned around, shrinking back as he gazed at Mo Qingchen in fear.

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said: "Listen carefully, from now on I'll ask you something and you answer me, if you lie, the question mark on your back won't agree!"

  That pink talisman is a Heart-asking Talisman, which belongs to the auxiliary type of talismans. It can determine whether someone is telling lies or not. However, this kind of talisman is relatively rare and expensive, and there are many restrictions on its use. Generally, cultivators would not buy it, but once Mo Qingchen thought it was interesting and casually bought a few to put away.

  "What's wrong?" Wang Xiaoliu had an expression as if he was about to cry.

  Mo Qingchen didn't bother to waste words with him and asked directly: "Speak, why are you targeting me?"

  Seeing Wang Xiaoliu's eyes rolling around, Mo Qingchen warned: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, as long as you tell a lie, the talisman will explode, and at that time, don't blame me for being impolite."

  "Auntie, please let bygones be bygones and spare me. If I say anything, I'm dead for sure..." Wang Xiaoliu repeatedly bowed and said, and to his surprise, he burst into loud wailing at the end.

  Mo Qingchen sneered coldly: "If you don't speak, you're dead for sure......" As he spoke, a flying sword appeared in his hand, spinning lightly on his fingertips, emitting a chilly glow.

  Looking at Mo Qingchen's unyielding expression, Wang Xiaoliu suddenly became disheartened and muttered: "I... I wasn't intentionally targeting you."

  "In short, don't think about stalling for time. Even if the reinforcements you're hoping for arrive, I guarantee I'll take care of you first if you don't cooperate." Mo Qingchen said coldly.

  Wang Xiaoliu's face was gloomy, and he secretly thought to himself that he had really made a mistake by getting involved with such a female demon. He then honestly recounted the events from start to finish.

  It turned out that Wang Xiaoliu was indeed related to the Wang family of Shengxin Island. The man with a moustache who was slapped by Mo Qingchen was called Wang Chao, and he was a collateral descendant of the Wang family. And Wang Xiaoliu was also a collateral descendant of this branch.

  For this immortal family, the hardest to get is the foundation-building pill. They themselves do not have the materials to refine the foundation-building pill and can only go outside to buy it at a high price. Even in the Tianyuan Continent, the foundation-building pill that determines the strength of a sect's foundation is also priceless and sought after by countless small sects, which can only rely on the four gates and eight sects for some.

  The royal family reached the twelfth layer of refining Qi. Although it was a side branch of the royal family, after several years of hard work, there was still no opportunity to obtain the foundation-building pill, so they shifted their focus elsewhere.

  The royal family has a fourth-rank prince, with good qualifications, who entered the foundation-building period at a young age and is quite favored by the older generation. He can be said to be the royal family's rising star.

  He was quite romantic, although he had not yet married, and his concubines were as numerous as a flock of birds.

  It's strange to say that there are very few women with spiritual roots on this side of the sea, and even fewer who have high cultivation. The royal family has a plan in mind, ordering Wang Xiaoliu to stay at the dock and look for single female cultivators from outside. If they're young, beautiful, and have decent cultivation, capture them and present them to Prince Wang Si. Who knows, maybe Prince Wang Si will be pleased and lend a hand with the foundation-building elixir.

  Mo Qingchen's face darkened after listening, and he asked: "So, you're saying that many female cultivators have been harmed by you?"

  Feeling Mo Qingchen's anger, Wang Xiaoliu shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, no, there are originally few female cultivators living alone outside here. Brother Chao said that it's not about quantity but quality, only female cultivators in the later stages of Qi Refining can catch the eye of Young Master Wang Si, and if we just grab any female cultivator, grabbing too many will eventually cause trouble, so after waiting for so long, you are the first one..."

  Mo Qingchen was so angry that he almost laughed: "So, I'm actually quite lucky?"

  Wang Xiaoliu shrank his head and remained silent.

  Mo Qingchen saw that the inquiry was almost done, and with a light flick of his finger, the Heart Inquiry Symbol silently exploded. He then waved his sleeve to withdraw the Sound Isolation Boundary, and said in a clear voice: "If fellow Daoist has waited long enough, please come out."

  All of a sudden, a clear and melodious laughter was heard: "Hehehe, girl, you're quite skilled."

  Then a man with a blue headscarf and wearing a light green long shirt walked in, surprisingly it was a young man with a clear face.

  "Sixth Master, you've finally arrived." Wang Xiaoliu saw the newcomer as a savior and rushed over to him, crawling on his knees. When he reached the man's feet, he knelt down and said, "Sixth Master, please save me! That demoness... she killed my brother Chao, and now she wants to..."

  "Shut up! Aren't you satisfied with talking so much?" The man coldly shouted, and with a flick of his sleeve, he flung Wang Xiaoliu against the wall. He then bowed to Mo Qingchen and said, "I've made a fool of myself in front of you, miss."

  Mo Qingchen sat casually on a carved rose chair, as if he had become the master of this house, and said to the man: "I won't laugh at you, but I will see blood. I don't know how you plan to deal with me?"

  A young man walked in and sat down on another chair, smiling: "Miss, your words are serious. Miss came from afar, and I didn't fulfill my duty as a host, but instead let an unscrupulous person offend you. It's really a sin, even if I die many times it won't be enough."

  Wang Xiaoliu's eyes grew wider and wider, revealing an unbelievable expression.

  Everyone knows that the general store on Xiangzhu Island is run by the Wang family, but they don't know that the owner who rarely appears in public is actually the sixth son of the Wang family.

  He has always been lively and has a good relationship with the royal family, not only does he know this identity, but also knows that this sixth young master is a foundation repairman, but why is he so polite to a little girl who has just reached the ninth layer of refining her Qi?

  Is it really...

  No way, absolutely no way!

  But the Sixth Master's next words confirmed his conjecture, and he heard the Sixth Master ask in a measured tone: "I just don't know, Miss, what plans do you have for hiding your cultivation to come to Wen Zhu Island?"

  Mo Qingchen was not that kind of pretentious person. Seeing the Sixth Young Master suddenly guessing her cultivation, she didn't hide it anymore and released the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

  However, she still managed to control her cultivation at the initial stage of foundation building. Although her concealment technique was not impressive, it was enough to deceive fellow cultivators of the same rank.

  The reason is none other than her appearance, which was truly astonishing in the middle of the foundation period.

  That talented Ye Tianyuan, who was the focus of everyone's attention, entered the middle stage of foundation building at the age of thirty and had some reputation in all four gates and eight sects. He himself entered the middle stage of foundation building at the age of thirty-three, and if it were to be made public, it would surely cause a sensation.

  Mo Qingchen restored his foundation and refined it. The entire person's temperament was no longer comparable to the Refining Qi stage, although his appearance had not changed, he became even more radiant and dazzling.

  The Sixth Master had a brief moment of distraction, but quickly regained his composure: "If I'm not mistaken, Miss should still be quite young?"

  Mo Qingchen smiled without confirming or denying, but then Liu Gongzi asked again: "Miss isn't a cultivator from the Interlayer Sea?"

  Mo Qingchen's expression turned serious as he stared into Liu Gongzi's eyes and asked, "Why did you say that?"

  Sixth Master smiled: "If there were girls like you who cultivate the foundation, our Wang family would have invited them as guests long ago. Moreover, your accent is still different from the people here."

  He glanced at Mo Qingchu's delicate skin that was almost translucent, and thought to himself that only those pampered ladies from the royal family could have such skin, and even among ordinary female cultivators who were exposed to the sea breeze every day, there were very few with skin as good as hers, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

  Mo Qingchen didn't expect to reveal his foundation-building cultivation, and directly exposed that he wasn't a local. He thought to himself that he had underestimated the Wang family's control over Jia Xin Hai. It seemed they were familiar with all the cultivators above the foundation-building level in Jia Xin Hai. If there was a new face, it would naturally be from elsewhere.

  "What you said is not wrong, I am indeed not a local here, originally came out to travel, and accidentally arrived at the Ji Xin Sea. I was thinking about how to leave." Mo Qingchen frankly said, since he had already been targeted by the Wang family, it would be futile to hide it anymore.

  Liu Zi saw Mo Qing dust calmly admit, secretly praising her for thinking clearly, and asked: "I don't know if the young lady is from Tianyuan Continent or Shizhou?"

  "What's the difference?" Mo Qingchen raised an eyebrow and asked back.

  Sixth Master smiled and said, "Of course there is a difference. If it's someone from the Ten Continents, unless Miss has reached the Dan-Forming stage, she won't have the ability to cross the sea. But if it's someone from the Tianyuan Continent..."

  "How?" Mo Qingchen's heart sank, could it be that he would really get stuck here? Then how did the cultivators who came before him leave?

  The Sixth Young Master glanced at Mo Qingchen and said with a smile, "That's indeed possible to leave, but the sea area on the way to the Tianyuan Continent has a special place where you can't fly with your spiritual tool, only take a boat across the sea. However, there is a kind of fierce sea beast in that sea area, if it's a Qi Foundation cultivator, I'm afraid they won't be able to defeat it."

  "I wonder what price those cultivators from before had to pay to return?" Mo Qing asked lightly.

  The Sixth Prince smiled and said, "That sea beast is very afraid of the smell of a certain spiritual grass. Our royal family specially cultivates that spiritual grass, grinds it into powder, puts it in sachets, and gives it to the monks who cross the sea, so they will be much safer."

  Indeed, there is no free lunch in this world. Mo Qingchen asked calmly, "I wonder how I can be lucky enough to receive a fragrant sachet?"

  She was thinking about the conditions that the other party would propose, but forgot that giving sachets between men and women originally had ambiguous meanings.

  The sixth young master heard this and raised the corner of his mouth, saying with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Miss wants a sachet, I will certainly present it to you with both hands."