The sect master’s son

"Isn't that the son of the Azure Cloudy Sect's sect master, Luo Yen?" someone whispered from the inn's corner. "Looks like he's picking on someone again. With his status, he has plenty of Tier-3 formations back at his sect. Why would he need this room? It's obvious he's just causing trouble."

Another person quickly hushed them. "Shhh! If Luo Yen hears you, you'll be dead meat."

Luo Yen smirked arrogantly and tossed 100 spiritual stones on the ground. "Here! One hundred spiritual stones. Take them and get lost," he said, pointing at Chen Mo with disdain.

Chen Mo locked eyes with Luo Yen, his expression cold and unyielding. "How about this? You give me 100,000 spiritual stones, and then you get lost. I'll pretend this never happened."

The inn fell silent as one of Luo Yen's guards stepped forward, shouting angrily, "How dare you! Do you even know who our young master is?"

Chen Mo scoffed, his tone indifferent. "I don't care who he is. If you offend me, you'd better be ready to face the consequences."

Luo Yen burst into cruel laughter. "Face the consequences? You? With your measly Martial Disciple cultivation? Guards! Cripple his arms and legs and drag him to me!"

"Yes, young master!" the guards responded in unison, their auras flaring as they moved to attack Chen Mo.

From the crowd, murmurs broke out. "Poor guy… he's done for. Luo Yen's guards are Martial Masters. He won't stand a chance."

One of the guards sneered, "Our young master showed you kindness, but you rejected it. Now, take this!"

Chen Mo's figure blurred as he dodged the attack. In an instant, screams echoed through the inn.

"Ahhhh! Ahhh!"

The crowd gasped in shock as Luo Yen's guards were thrown to the ground, writhing in pain. Blood splattered across the floor.

Still facing away, Luo Yen had his hands behind his back, not bothering to watch the fight. His arrogance was palpable. "HAHA! How about now? If you beg me, maybe I'll spare you."

Chen Mo's icy voice cut through the room. "Oh, really? Then how about you take a look for yourself?"

Luo Yen turned, his smirk vanishing as his eyes widened in disbelief. His guards—his elite fighters—were all defeated, groaning on the ground.

"W-what?! How is this possible? How can a mere Martial Disciple like you defeat my experts?"

Chen Mo stepped forward, a faint smirk on his lips. "Martial Disciple?" With a wave of his hand, he removed the restriction on his cultivation. His aura surged, filling the inn with an oppressive force. "Take a closer look. Does this seem like Martial Disciple to you?"

"Martial... Martial Grandmaster?!" Luo Yen stammered, his face pale with fear.

From the crowd, more whispers broke out. "A Martial Grandmaster? He doesn't look older than eighteen! How could someone so young achieve such a level?"

Despite his trembling, Luo Yen quickly put on a defiant front. "So what if you're a Martial Grandmaster? My father is the Azure Cloudy Sect's sect master! If you dare lay a finger on me, my father will hunt you down. You won't escape!"

Chen Mo's voice dropped, carrying a chilling edge. "I already told you. I don't care who you are. If you offend me, be prepared to face the consequences."

"No! Don't come any closer!" Luo Yen screamed, backing away in terror.

In a blur, Chen Mo struck. Luo Yen was sent flying through the inn wall, his body smashing onto the street outside. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his cultivation was crippled in a single blow.

The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs. "He actually crippled Luo Yen… the Azure Cloudy Sect's young master!"

"This guy is insane. He dared to offend the sect master's son. No matter how talented he is, he'll never escape It's such a pity. another whispered somberly.

Chen Mo stood tall, his gaze sweeping the crowd as the whispers continued. Without a word, he turned back toward the inn, his expression calm and unbothered.