Chen Mo waited in the inn for half a day, but still did not see Long Fei's figure, thinking that she might be busy with her work and could not come to attend the prestigious sword conference.

    According to Chen Mo's guess, the first emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty won a great reputation and established a famous name in the world. Long Fei Wuh, as his descendant, would certainly not miss this opportunity.

    However, since she is not coming, there is no need to force the issue.

    Anyway, with Zhang Long as a dependable mountain, there is a bit more security for the subsequent journey through secret realms.

    Unknowingly, night had fallen and Chen Mo fell asleep on the bed in a daze.

    The moonlight shone through the window onto the room. A figure in white followed the moonlight down, silently sitting on the windowsill. The person with a pair of beautiful eyes glanced slightly at the room, and when they saw Chen Mo sleeping soundly on the bed with steady breathing, their lips unconsciously twitched slightly.

    The fingers lightly touched, and what appeared to be a sudden movement from the bedsheets, surrounding Chen Mo. It wrapped him tightly and landed firmly on the shoulder of the white-clad figure.

    In the next moment, the figure vanished.

    The moon resembles a hook, and shadows weave between the buildings of Pingshan Town.

    Chen Mo's entire body is wrapped up, although he is moving quickly, there is no sensation on his body. It's like lying on a bed, very stable.

    However, the bright moonlight on his face caused him to open his eyes vaguely. When he saw the surroundings, he suddenly stood still, then shook his powerful body.

    "What am I...?"

    Before Chen Mo could understand what was happening, the person beneath him spoke up, "You're awake."

    The voice was soft and familiar. Chen Mo turned his head and saw the moonlight on her perfect face, like an immortal woman that caused awe, especially when she smiled back at him.

    "Ouyang Tian? What are you doing, and where do you intend to take me?"

    Chen Mo recognized the identity of the person who had kidnapped him immediately. Who else could it be besides Long Fei Wuh?

    Long Fei Wuh looked back at Chen Mo, smiling like a flower, "Home, back to our home."

    ？？？？

    Chen Mo was a bit confused, this sentence, how it sounds familiar.

    He thought back to when he was abducted by Liu Wu xin, wondering if he had heard something similar then. Could it be that she intends to abduct me back to the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty?

    Looking at Long Fei Wuh's attitude, it seems like his thoughts are similar. Recalling his two-month period of confinement, Chen Mo felt a chill in his heart. He had just escaped from a tiger's den and could not afford to fall into a wolf's den again.

    Although Long Fei Wuh is not as mentally unstable as Liu Wu Xin, her intentions are not entirely straightforward. Chen Mo treated her as a brother, yet she harbors ulterior motives, wishing to have a relationship with him beyond friendship.

    Liu Wu Xin might act respectfully, but this woman might have no bounds in how she would drain him dry.

    Thinking of this, Chen Mo immediately shook his body, struggling against Long Fei Wuh's shoulder for a moment before realizing that his body was trapped by the bedsheets. He immediately activated his vital energy and used brute force to blast the bedsheets off himself.

    However, Long Fei Wuh seemed to have expected this and instead held him down with her palm, then picked him up in a princess hug. A subtle spiritual power gradually entered his body, suppressing the turbulent qi and blood in his veins.

    In an instant, Chen Mo lost the strength to resist.

    "Ouyang Tian, what are you doing? You came to participate in this Sword Conference, so bringing me back now may not be appropriate."

    Chen Mo quickly spoke up to persuade her.

    Long Fei Wuh smiled slightly, replying, "The Sword Conference is just a hollow name. Besides, I have already brought the Imperial Sword into the top ten with this competition. Whether or not I participate in the next round is irrelevant. The Sword Conference is nothing compared to the royal heritage..."

    As she spoke, Long Fei Wuh looked down at Chen Mo with a tender expression, making him feel a chill down his spine. She seemed determined to sleep with him.

    This highly aggressive gaze made Chen Mo feel his waist ache just by thinking about it.

    "Ouyang Tian, you must not be swayed by the allure of beauty. Have you forgotten your ancestors' great wish to revive the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty?"

    Long Fei Wuh was stunned for a moment, and her steps in the darkness suddenly halted. Chen Mo quickly took the opportunity to add, "Therefore, in order to revive the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty once again, you need to establish your authority through this Sword Conference. The more impressive the Imperial Sword performs, the more hearts of other strong powers you can win over and strengthen the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty..."

    Chen Mo coaxed her with persuasive words, even the Long Fei Wuh who only wanted to be with him could not help but frown and ponder deeply.

    Suddenly, a sword energy suddenly rushed towards her. Long Fei Wuh stumbled in her steps, then retreated several steps before throwing Chen Mo aside and striking out with one hand to dissipate the sword energy.

    Another sword stroke was flying, coming with a ferocious momentum, aimed at her life.

    Long Fei Wuh's expression became extremely serious. The Imperial Sword from her space ring shot out, and she swung a blade as well.

    "Stop."

    Suddenly, Chen Mo's shout halted the two, who were about to make their move.

    The sword energy heading towards Long Fei Wuh suddenly stopped, and she also halted her action, glancing at Chen Mo with a look of confusion.

    Suddenly, Zhang Long, dressed in a green shirt and holding a half-length iron sword, appeared in front of Chen Mo, blocking him with his half body. He faced off against Long Fei Wuh with a stern expression.

    "Is that..."

    Long Fei Wuh stared blankly at the half-broken sword in Zhang Long's hand. The sword looked somewhat familiar, as if it were a trophy she had given to Chen Mo years ago.

    "Brother Ouyang, do not be alarmed. He is Zhang Long, my bodyguard from three hundred years ago."

    Chen Mo smiled and explained.

    Zhang Long's expression remained cold. As Chen Mo's words fell, he added coldly, "And always will be."

    "It was you..."

    Long Fei Wuh showed a look of surprise. Back then, this swordsman was only at the Ninth Level, and in terms of strength, she could have easily crushed him with a finger.

    She never expected that today he was stronger than her.

    But, remembering Fu Bo, Little Douding, and Liu Wu Xin, it seemed less surprising.

    "Chen Mo, I won't have any evil intentions towards you. What's the harm in going back with me?"

    Long Fei Wuh originally intended that Chen Mo might be guarded by Liu Wu Xin. So she thought of forcibly kidnapping him and taking him back to the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty. After all, he would not have the strength to resist.

    But, with Zhang Long suddenly appearing, it seemed unlikely for her to forcefully abduct Chen Mo with her own strength. She had to appeal to his emotions and reason.

    What do you mean by "won't have any evil intentions towards you"? You clearly want to sleep with me... So, boys, be careful when you're out. Otherwise, you might accidentally get slept on.

    Chen Mo silently mocked himself in his heart and then smiled, "Brother Ouyang, you should know that I have something important to do on this trip. I can't just go back with you. I still need to participate in the Sword Conference... Anyway, you also need to restore your ancestors' glory. Otherwise, how about us joining forces?"

    Chen Mo extended an olive branch to Long Fei Wuh, who thought for a moment, looked up at Zhang Long's unfriendly gaze, and then sighed helplessly, "There's no choice but to do so."