This Daoist surnamed Wang held a position of some standing in the Lingxu Sect, otherwise it wouldn't have been his turn to collect the elixir refined by Zhang Jingmo.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Jingmo always appeared too kind, giving others the impression that he was easy to bully.

Daoist Wang's cultivation was about the same as Zhang Jingmo's, but he considered himself stronger, having trained for hundreds of years more than Zhang Jingmo who stayed in closed-door cultivation refining elixirs all day. So when he made his move, he didn't feel he would be at a disadvantage at all.

Zhang Jingmo's face was as calm as water. He casually threw the barely breathing girl towards Daoist Wang, while he himself took Lu Guijiu and dodged the magic weapon's strike.

Seeing his disciple flying over, the Daoist was afraid of accidentally injuring her. So he had no choice but to hold back a little, thinking to first catch his disciple before settling the score with Zhang Jingmo.

The moment Daoist Wang caught his young disciple, his face changed greatly. His voice was filled with urgency and anger: "How dare you, brat!"

He knew what Zhang Jingmo had done the instant he caught his disciple. Zhang Jingmo had actually directly pierced the dantian of his seven-year-old disciple! Without the dantian, the path of cultivation was completely hopeless. She could probably only live as a mortal in this life.

Daoist Wang's disciple was also a famous little genius in the Lingxu Sect. Moreover, she was a rare female cultivator. If nurtured, she would definitely be a great help to Daoist Wang on his cultivation path!

Daoist Wang was furious to the extreme, wishing he could execute Zhang Jingmo on the spot.

Compared to Daoist Wang's rage, Zhang Jingmo appeared exceptionally calm. He stood not far from Daoist Wang, his eyes coolly watching his opponent in the distance.

Seeing this, Daoist Wang put down his disciple, wielding his magic weapon again. From his appearance, it seemed he wanted to fight Zhang Jingmo to the death.

Zhang Jingmo sneered at this. He took out a thumb-sized copper bell from his sleeve. After infusing it with spiritual energy, he gently shook it.

These few actions all happened in an instant. Lu Guijiu's cultivation was still too low. Shielded in Zhang Jingmo's arms, he couldn't see very clearly. He only vaguely saw the Daoist attacking Zhang Jingmo spurt out a mouthful of blood after Zhang Jingmo shook the bell, his whole person directly sent flying by something invisible.

He flew especially far, even breaking through the roof. Lu Guijiu raised his eyes and saw the Daoist turn into a star in the sky before his eyes...

Lu Guijiu had been crying for a long time. Seeing such a scene now, he was a bit dazed, only dully saying: "Master is so powerful..."

Zhang Jingmo didn't speak. He bent down and put Lu Guijiu on the ground, then summoned Qingfeng and Mingyue who had been waiting outside all along. He had them send the unconscious girl lying on the ground to Daoist Wang's residence on a crane.

Qingfeng and Mingyue's eyes were filled with awe as they looked at Zhang Jingmo. Hearing this order, they bowed their heads in acknowledgment, then stepped forward to pick up the girl and went out the door.

Zhang Jingmo raised his head again to look at the unsightly hole in the roof that Daoist Wang had crashed through, his eyes revealing a dissatisfied look.

Left aside, Lu Guijiu's eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Zhang Jingmo. He said: "Master, you're so amazing."

Zhang Jingmo gave a light "en" in response.

Lu Guijiu said: "Will I be as amazing as you in the future?"

Zhang Jingmo smiled faintly: "Guijiu will be even more amazing than Master in the future."

Lu Guijiu said again: "Master, your bell is really incredible. I want to refine a bell as amazing as Master's in the future too!"

Zhang Jingmo was silent for a while. He looked at the bell in his hand, but in the end didn't respond to Lu Guijiu's words.

If they really fought with their lives, Zhang Jingmo was ninety percent confident he could eliminate Daoist Wang. But he wasn't sure he could preserve most of the buildings in his cave abode while eliminating him.

Zhang Jingmo was never someone who liked to repair his cave abode. Firstly, he found it troublesome. Secondly, it took too much time.

Therefore, he chose the simplest method - activating the restrictions arranged inside the cave abode.

Every cave abode in the Lingxu Sect had restrictions set up to defend against outsiders. The switch for these restrictions was the copper bell in Zhang Jingmo's hand. Once the restrictions were activated, any Daoist cultivators in the cave abode who didn't have Zhang Jingmo's permission would all be expelled.

Who knew if this Daoist Wang's mind was muddled by anger or if he thought Zhang Jingmo wouldn't use such despicable means. He actually didn't consider this at all.

Thus, he, a Golden Core stage cultivator, was directly pushed out of the cave abode by the power of the restrictions. Who knows where he was pushed to.

Faced with Lu Guijiu's worshipping gaze, Zhang Jingmo felt a bit of a rare guilt. He gave a dry cough and said to Lu Guijiu: "Do you understand Master's intention?"

Lu Guijiu nodded vigorously. The next time he encountered an enemy he couldn't beat, he would no longer be as impulsive as before.

Zhang Jingmo patted Lu Guijiu's head and said: "Where else are you injured? Let Master take a look."

Lu Guijiu had been emotionally agitated the whole time. Only after calming down did he feel pain all over. The girl had used spiritual power when kicking him, targeting all the softest parts of his body.

Under Zhang Jingmo's gaze, Lu Guijiu took off his clothes. His chubby arms and little belly were covered in black and blue marks, looking even more glaring against his fair tender skin.

Zhang Jingmo felt very displeased. He even began to ponder if he had let Daoist Wang and his annoying disciple off too easily just now.

Lu Guijiu also lowered his head to look at his little belly. He reached out to touch it, hissing a couple times.

Zhang Jingmo said: "It hurts a bit. Bear with it."

After saying that, he took out a medicinal ointment from his Sumeru Ring. Then he carefully applied it on Lu Guijiu's body bit by bit, checking Lu Guijiu's body as he applied the medicine.

When he checked Lu Guijiu's stomach, Zhang Jingmo's brows furrowed. It seemed Lu Guijiu's internal organs had been injured by spiritual energy. Although not serious, it would probably take some time to heal.

If it was just external wounds, Zhang Jingmo could heal them in an instant. But he was worried that using medicine too strong would harm Lu Guijiu's body, so he decided to take it slow to avoid leaving behind any chronic ailments.

Because the medicine had been applied, Lu Guijiu was obviously a bit tired. He said: "Master, I'm so sleepy."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Sleep then."

Upon hearing those two words, Lu Guijiu collapsed into Zhang Jingmo's embrace. Zhang Jingmo picked up the small, chubby baby and couldn't resist gently rubbing his soft, white little belly as he watched him breathe evenly in his sleep.

After Lu Guijiu fell asleep, Zhang Jingmo decided to repair the roof. However, just as he found the materials and was about to start, he heard the sect leader's telepathic message, asking him to come out for a chat.

With a brief thought, Zhang Jingmo knew that Daoist Wang had returned. He had no choice but to temporarily put aside the broken roof and flew out of the cave abode, heading straight for the main hall where the sect leader was.

Before even entering the main hall, Zhang Jingmo heard Daoist Wang's angry roars.

"Qingyuan, you're here." The sect leader was also at the Nascent Soul stage. He was usually fair in his dealings and, unlike some sect leaders who abandoned their disciples and fled during the demon invasion, he mostly died heroically resisting the demons in Zhang Jingmo's many reincarnations.

Zhang Jingmo gave a slight nod, not even casting a glance at Daoist Wang.

The sect leader said, "I heard that you and Wang Gui had some misunderstandings. It shouldn't be a big deal. Calling you here..."

Before the sect leader could finish, Daoist Wang angrily interjected, "Sect Leader, you can't be biased! How is this not a big deal? My disciple with such high talent had her dantian destroyed by Zhang Jingmo!"

Zhang Jingmo's face remained expressionless, neither explaining nor refuting.

Seeing this, Daoist Wang thought Zhang Jingmo had a guilty conscience and his voice grew even louder, "He even arbitrarily activated the restriction, forcibly driving me out of his cave abode!"

Sect Leader: "...Ahem, Qingyuan, about this matter, why don't you apologize to him? You're fellow disciples..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingmo finally spoke coldly, "Your disciple being crippled is a big deal?"

Daoist Wang glared, "Otherwise it's a small matter?? She entered the Dao at the age of seven, unlike your disciple!" In Lingxu Sect, when disciples entered the Dao, they had to report to the sect leader to receive suitable magic tools. The higher the cultivation, the better the items. Almost no one deliberately concealed their disciple's cultivation level like Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo sneered, "Then may I ask, Daoist Zhang, which is more important, your disciple or the Molten Fire Pill?"

Daoist Wang said, "Of course it's my disciple—wait, you refined the Molten Fire Pill??" Those three words, Molten Fire Pill, were enough to drive any cultivator crazy.

Without even looking at him, Zhang Jingmo bowed to the sect leader, "I'll take my leave for today. When the medicine is ready, Qingyuan will be waiting for the sect leader in the manor."

With that, he turned and left, not caring about Daoist Wang's face that had turned extremely ugly.

Only the top alchemists could refine the Molten Fire Pill, a medicine that could help Nascent Soul stage cultivators break through. When Daoist Wang heard Zhang Jingmo's words, his first reaction was disbelief. But then he recalled the Primordial Cyan Pill that Zhang Jingmo had refined some time ago—in principle, this kind of medicine was not something a Golden Core stage cultivator like Zhang Jingmo could refine.

Moreover, the medicinal effects of the pills Zhang Jingmo gave him were much better than those obtained from other places. Daoist Wang couldn't help but feel conflicted in his heart.

A disciple who entered the Dao at the age of seven couldn't even be exchanged for a Primordial Cyan Pill, let alone a Molten Fire Pill...

The sect leader knew very well what Daoist Wang's changing expressions meant. It was nothing more than regretting his conflict with Zhang Jingmo. If Zhang Jingmo really refined the Molten Fire Pill in the future, Daoist Wang would probably have nowhere to cry.

Sect Leader: "Wang Gui, about today's matter..."

Wang Gui's face was unsightly. He flung his sleeve and turned to leave. The sect leader watched his retreating figure, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.