Chapter 8: Searching the Mountain

But even though she thought this way, Song Zhi still tried to promote herself. “I know how to make all kinds of delicacies, cakes, desserts, and fruit scoops. I can make everything you’ve never seen before, and I guarantee that it’ll be worth it after you save me. Besides, I’m a very sensible person. I won’t disturb you normally, nor will I have any improper thoughts about you. I just want to live.”

Mo Xiuyao glanced at her lazily. Song Zhi made up her mind and pounced on Mo Xiuyao’s legs. She hugged his thigh and shouted with all her might, “Demon Lord, I’m begging you!”

Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows. “If I were you, I would leave Demon’s Note Valley immediately. I wouldn’t stay here.”

Song Zhi did not understand.

Mo Xiuyao smirked. “Not everyone in the Purple Cloud Sword Sect is stupid. The three people who left just now should have reported the situation. If I’m not wrong, their elders already know that outsiders have entered the Demon’s Note Valley. It won’t be long before high-level cultivators come here to investigate.”

Song Zhi did not take it to heart. “It’s fine. Demon Lord, you’re so powerful. If you become an ordinary person here, it’s the same for others. As long as I wear the invisibility cloak, they won’t be able to find me.”

“Three years ago, there was also someone who sneaked into the Demon’s Note Valley wearing an invisibility cloak. Can you guess how he was found in the end? ” Mo Xiuyao looked at Song Zhi’s eyes playfully. He only felt that her eyes were clean and clear, which did not match her beautiful appearance.

“How did you find out?” Song Zhi asked.

“The cloak of invisibility can hide people, but it can’t hide their smell. Hundreds of Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples, each with a wolfdog, will search the mountain in the most primitive way.” Mo Xiuyao recalled the past and a strange smile hung on his lips. “After that person was found, he was immediately surrounded and eaten by a group of wolves and dogs. In the end, only a few pieces of broken bones were left.”

Song Zhi, “…”

“So if you don’t run now, I don’t think you’ll be able to leave even a broken bone behind with your small body.” Mo Xiuyao reminded her kindly.

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier?” Song Zhi’s mouth twitched.

“I want to drink fish soup.” Mo Xiuyao answered frankly.

Song Zhi, “…”

What a scumbag! She did not have time to be sad and angry when she heard a faint sound in the distance. There were people talking and dogs barking. Song Zhi instantly realized that what Mo Xiuyao said was true and her scalp went numb! She hurriedly put on the invisibility cloak.

“Don’t run too fast, or your smell will leak out.” Mo Xiuyao reminded her kindly. Song Zhi cursed his ancestors and ran for her life in her invisibility cloak. However, she had only run a few steps when she saw someone coming with a dog. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly ran in another direction.

As Song Zhi was hiding, the elder of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect appeared in front of Mo Xiuyao. Looking at the table, chair, and pot on the ground that had not been put away in time, the elder said meaningfully, “Demon Lord, you actually still have these things.”

Mo Xiuyao sat on the stool leisurely, his fingers tapping on the small table from time to time. He ignored the elder’s words.

Being ignored like this, the elder’s eyes flashed with a trace of embarrassment and anger. But he was different from the outer disciples. He knew more things, so he did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Mo Xiuyao. He endured it and asked patiently, “May I ask if any outsiders came in here today, Demon Lord?”

Mo Xiuyao looked up at him. Although he did not say anything, he showed obvious disdain for the elder. The elder was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, “Men, search the mountain! Don’t let any unclean things get in and disturb the demon’s mood!”

“Yes!” The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect obeyed the order and searched the area in an orderly manner with their big wolfdogs. The remaining elders and a few strong disciples kept a close eye on Mo Xiuyao to prevent him from causing any trouble.

In the 30 years that Mo Xiuyao had been imprisoned in the Demon’s Note Valley, the disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect had searched the mountain countless times. Therefore, they were quite familiar with the division of labor, each responsible for an area. Song Zhi’s heart almost stopped beating when she heard the dog barking louder and louder. She hung on the tree like a cocoon of despair, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Finally, some disciples found Song Zhi. The wolfdogs were well-trained. They extended their noses and searched inch by inch. When they found Song Zhi, they started barking at the tree.