Depressed Purity

Su Mo, a young man of the modern times, transmigrated to the world of martial arts. 
The sole survivor of the declining Su family, he inherited the Ziyang Escort Agency, a courier service that was on the brink of collapse. 
Su Mo was determined to restore the family business to its former glory, but he was young and inexperienced. And the martial arts world was fraught with dangers and intrigues! 
Unexpectedly, a system popped up that rewarded him each time he completed a courier mission. 
With this reward system, Su Mo entered an unprecedented realm. He mastered the Longxiang Wisdom Divine Skill which transformed his internal Qi and gave him boundless energy and stamina to accomplish his missions. 
Still, troubles came knocking on his door as he embarked on his missions, from escorting a benign scholar to delivering a mysterious brocade box for a dying man.
Could Su Mo avoid getting tangled in other people's affairs? And would he survive the storms and gain a foothold in the treacherous martial arts world?

Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

Not drinking, that's how friendships end. If I don't come leading the team in person next time, I'm afraid it'll be your subordinates who suffer.


Under such circumstances, killing is unnecessary, and drinking tea is problematic, especially since the other party may harbor ill intentions.


So the best outcome is to appear to drink, but in reality, not do so at all.


If the other party really harbors ill intentions, just when they aim to strike, finding out that one hasn't been poisoned would eliminate any further need for hesitation on how to deal with them.


And if the other party truly wishes to forge a sincere friendship, they would be pleased to see this and still consider us friends when we meet again.


Su Mo highly approved of Yang Xiaoyun's idea.


But he hadn't expected the first time to use this trick would be within Jiaolong Water Fort.


At this moment, he poured the tea from the oilcloth pouch into the mouth of the great Monk.


Chapter 147: There's Something Fishy Behind This!_2