24: Mocheng! Are you here to cause trouble on purpose?

Chapter 24: Mo City! Are You Deliberately Here to Cause Trouble?

In the golden desert, a yellow-earthen city stood, its city walls a uniform earthy color, and at the city gate, a continuous stream of people came and went.

Among these people, most men were bare-chested, and women only covered their private parts with fabric, boldly exposing their waists and long legs to the light.

It was a stark contrast to the reserved style of Wutan City, with the swaying of waists as they walked, exuding a unique charm.

Soul Cang withdrew his gaze and looked up at the city gate, where two large, pale red characters were carved into the wall.

“Mo City…” a tone of anticipation escaped Soul Cang’s lips.

After leaving the Xiao Family, he immediately returned to the Soul Hall of the Gama Empire, initially thinking that Soul Xiaoqiang and others should have been able to uncover information about the Heavenly Flame.

However, the result greatly disappointed Soul Cang.

Thus, Soul Cang decided to rely on himself; according to the original plot, there indeed existed a Heavenly Flame in the Tagor Desert.

Ranked nineteenth, the Azure Lotus Core Flame.

The specific location of this flame was obtained by Xiao Yan from Ice Emperor Hai Bodong.

Therefore, Soul Cang came directly to Mo City.

“If I remember correctly, it should be this shop…” Standing at the entrance of a shop with a sign reading “Ancient Map,” Soul Cang lifted his leg and walked in.

The interior of the shop was not spacious; with the light from two moonstones, there was enough illumination for people to clearly see the goods inside.

There were almost no customers in the shop, and the business seemed a bit desolate.

Behind the counter, an old man was hunched over, holding a pen in one hand; judging by the arc of the pen’s movement, he was likely drawing a map or similar item.

The old man had a head full of silver hair and a slightly stooped figure, but judging by the steady and strong grip of his fingers on the pen, he did not seem like an ordinary elderly person who had entered old age.

“What do you want to buy?” The old man stopped writing, looked up at the young man who had been staring at him, and asked with a frown.

“Just looking around.” Soul Cang shifted his gaze and casually rummaged through the shelves.

The old man’s frown deepened, and he said somewhat coldly, “Be careful. If you break something, do you have money to pay for it?”

Soul Cang ignored him and continued searching on his own, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

The Child of Fortune truly lived up to his name.

Xiao Yan could find a fragmented map related to the Nether Lotus Demon Flame just by browsing the shop, while he searched around and everything looked the same.

This was clearly not right.

“Boy, I don’t think you’re here to buy anything; you’re deliberately here to cause trouble, aren’t you?” The old man slammed his pen heavily on the counter, making a sound.

Usually, when customers enter a shop, they directly ask the owner or a clerk what they want to buy. Who would rummage through someone else’s shop and make a mess?

The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flickering in them as he stared intently at the young man standing in the center of the shop.

“I’m indeed not here to buy anything.” Soul Cang smiled, watching the anger gradually rise on the old man’s face, and said unhurriedly, “I’m here to find someone.”

“Then you’ve come to the wrong place; there’s no one else here,” the old man said coldly.

Soul Cang smiled indifferently and said, “Not necessarily. What if the person I’m looking for is you, old sir?”

“Who would look for an old geezer for no reason…” The old man showed a cold smile.

Beneath the counter, out of Soul Cang’s sight, a chilling cold air seemed to seep out, and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground and wooden boards.

One must know that outside the shop, the sun was blazing, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

Soul Cang lowered his gaze slightly, as if he could penetrate the wooden boards of the counter and see the scene behind them.

This made the coldness on the old man’s face even more solemn.

“What exactly do you want?” the old man asked again, his tone extremely cold.

Soul Cang’s gaze moved upward, looking at the old man who seemed ready to erupt at any moment, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly: “I told you, I’m here to find someone… to find someone known as the Ice Emperor…”

Crack!

As the words “Ice Emperor” came out of Soul Cang’s mouth, countless cold currents surged directly from behind the counter, and the shop’s door, without needing anyone to push it, closed by itself.

Deprived of sunlight, relying only on the light of the moonstones, the room instantly became dim.

The originally hunched old man, at this moment, had a cold and powerful aura burst forth from his body, spreading outwards.

“It seems I’ve found the right place.” Soul Cang said as if to himself, his expression indifferent as he looked at the surging cold aura.

A hint of coldness appeared on the old man’s aged face, and he said, “No matter your reason, since you know about me, to continue living in seclusion, I can only ask you to die.”

“You’re the Ice Emperor, yet your temper is even more volatile than someone who plays with fire.” Soul Cang couldn’t help but complain. He stomped his foot on the ground, and a black mist surged from his body, forming a circle with a one-meter radius around him.

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Those cold currents touched this layer of black mist and could no longer penetrate it.

The old man was slightly startled when he saw this scene, then gritted his teeth again: “No wonder you dared to come alone; you have some reliance! However, I haven’t lived all these years for nothing.”

Before his words finished, he conjured an even denser coldness, and immediately the room was filled with a white mist, reducing visibility to less than one meter.

“As expected of a former top ten Dou Emperor expert, he still has some tricks.” Soul Cang was unhurried, even reaching out curiously to touch the mist, feeling a chilling coldness on his fingertips.

This coldness, upon touching his skin, seeped inside, trying to drill deeper through his flesh and meridians.

Soul Cang mobilized his power, and the coldness was quickly annihilated.

“Although my power is not as strong as it once was at its peak, I am not someone you, a mere youngster, can easily handle.” Sensing Soul Cang’s actions within the mist, the old man moved like lightning, rushing out from behind the counter.

He clasped his hands, his fingertips covered in ice crystals, and with a whistling sound of oppressive wind, he directly clawed towards Soul Cang’s neck.

If this strike connected, at best, his throat would be punctured; at worst, his neck would be broken.

Just as the old man was full of confidence, a fist unexpectedly shot out from the mist in front of him.

“What?!” The old man was shocked, having no time to dodge, and collided head-on, then flew back at an even faster speed.

How could he have detected my movements?

The old man’s face was filled with shock, because the white mist was a Dou Technique he cultivated; when unleashed, it could block the five senses, and he could sense the movements of others based on the fluctuations within the white mist.

“Impossible, it must be a coincidence!” The old man got up again.

He quickly formed hand seals in front of him, and countless icy cold auras emerged, condensing into dozens of spiral-shaped ice thorns.

“Go!” With the old man’s low shout, the ice thorns, accompanied by a “whoosh whoosh” sound of cutting through the air, shot towards Soul Cang’s position.

After one strike, the old man was about to catch his breath when the white mist in front of him violently churned, revealing a human-like silhouette.

Then, a fist emerged again, striking the old man’s unguarded other eye socket.

“How is this possible?!”

As the old man flew backward, he let out an incredulous cry.