In the Qinglan Sect's laundry room, Chen Mo clutched the spirit tea package that had been torn in half, his nails almost digging into his palms.
Outer disciple Zhou Tong's laughter was still ringing in his ears: "Is a handyman worthy of being a messenger? I have 'kept' this spiritual tea for you."
He squatted in the muddy water, and the ancestral bronze box suddenly became hot. It was the broken box that his father had stuffed into him before he was hunted down. At this moment, there was a faint light seeping out, and a line of blood words floated: "The Immortal Express System is activated. The current mission is to recover the amputated spirit tea. The time limit is three seconds. Completion reward: First-level Yuan Yuan Dan × 5, sharing 1% of the sender's (outer door deacon) cultivation level."
Chen Mo wiped the mud from his face and suddenly smiled.
Three moments later, Zhou Tong was pressed on the bluestone of the martial arts arena. Chen Mo stood above him holding the intact spiritual tea: "You said, should I 'keep' this spiritual tea for you, or should you 'test the poison' for me?"
What was even more ruthless was later, when he delivered the spiritual tea to the deacon, the system prompt sounded again: "Mission completed, shared cultivation level + 3-day Qi training realm, current cultivation level: Qi training level 5 (original Qi training level 2)."
From then on, there was a saying in the Qinglan Sect: Don't intercept Chen Mo's express delivery.
Cut off? He can follow your soul consciousness into the Demon Locking Tower, step on your face and snatch your things back.
And the handyman who was always stepped on in the mud was touching the shimmering treasure box and whispered: "I will definitely deliver this order. The next order... It's time to give the reincarnation token to the old monster who transformed into a god."
