"That's right!"
"We are going to Jincheng soon. This Source City naturally needs someone to take care of it!"
Mo Wentian nodded and said with a twinkle in his eye.
"But, boss, Uncle Niu's cultivation level is no more than that of a Heavenly King in the late stage. He caused dissatisfaction among many people when he went to manage Hancheng!"
"Yuancheng is the 80th-ranked city among the Tianniu tribe. Yuancheng's strength is much stronger than that of Hancheng. If you ask Uncle Niu to manage Yuancheng, can he manage it?"
Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and frowned.
"Don't worry, Uncle Niu's strength is enough to take care of this Source City!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and a bright light shone in his eyes, which was full of indifference.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Boss, when are we going to Jincheng?"
At this moment, Huantian's figure flashed, and a furry ball fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he seemed to be looking forward to it.
"We will definitely go to Jincheng. As for when..."
"We'll leave when Uncle Niu comes!"
Listening to Huantian's words, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said in a low voice.
"Boss, I wonder if there are more artifacts and elixirs in Source City than in Hancheng and Licheng?"
At this moment, Xiaojiao seemed to remember something, and a bright light rose in his eyes.
"Want to know?"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, an evil smile spread, and he asked rhetorically without answering.
"Boss, in addition to inquiring about the Shenlong Tiantu Map, we came to Source City for the artifacts and elixirs in Source City, aren't we?"
"Now that I'm here, of course I want to go and see it!"
A look of anticipation rose on Xiao Jiao's face.
"Then let's go!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian took a step forward and walked directly towards the City Lord's Mansion opposite Luo Jing Inn.
Looking at that extremely proud figure, countless warriors in front of Luojing Inn had expressions of astonishment in their eyes.
"What does this kid want to do when he goes to the City Lord's Mansion?"
"He killed our city lord. Could it be that he wanted to be our new city lord?"
"This boy's strength is really terrifying. With his strength, there is no problem in becoming our city lord, but he doesn't look like a member of our Tianniu tribe!"
"Yeah, he's not even a member of the Tianniu tribe, so why should he be the city lord of the Tianniu tribe's source city?"
"Follow us and take a look. We must not let this kid become the lord of our Origin City!"
…
One after another, figures were talking and rushing towards the city lord's mansion without any hesitation.
At this moment, as Mo Wentian and others entered the city lord's mansion, countless Source City disciples stayed away from them.
"Boss, these people seem to be scared by you!"
Looking at this scene, Xiaojiao said with a slight grin.
"Shocking is necessary!"
An extremely indifferent voice sounded, and there was no movement in Mo Wentian's eyes at all.
Immediately, Mo Wentian walked deeper and deeper into the City Lord's Mansion.
Not to mention, this Source City is ranked 80th. Compared with the original Hancheng and Licheng, not only the strength of the disciples, but also the luxury of the city lord's mansion, it is not Hancheng. It is comparable to Licheng.
Especially in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the aura is extremely rich.
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian took Xiaojiao and Huantian around the entire City Lord's Mansion in Source City, but they still didn't find the treasure house in Source City.
"The treasure house of Source City is so hidden that not even this emperor is aware of it!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an extremely cold light.
"Boss, find someone to ask!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao seemed to remember something, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.
"Um!"
Mo Wentian hummed slightly and nodded.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had appeared next to a disciple dozens of feet away.
"Tell me, where is the treasure house of Origin City?"
Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and lifted the disciple from Yuancheng up. He looked at the disciple from Yuancheng with cold eyes and shouted sharply.
"The location of the treasure house? This kid wants to know the location of the treasure house. What does he want to do?"
"Does he really want to control our Origin City in his hands?"
"You must not tell him the location of this treasure house. In the treasure house, our Source City's cultivation resources for thousands of years are stored!"
…
Hearing the word treasure house, everyone came back to their senses instantly.
At this moment, they looked at Mo Wentian, the anger in their eyes was terrifying and boundless.
But even though there was anger in their hearts, their bodies did not move at all, and the aura on their bodies did not fluctuate at all.
They have already seen how terrifying Mo Wentian is. Even the strong men at the peak of City Lord He Yuan and the Heavenly King are no match for Mo Wentian. They, warriors in the middle and late stages of the Heavenly King period, are even less likely to be Mo Wentian's opponents.
Those cultivation resources are important, but how can they be so important
They would still make such a calculation. They said they were angry, but in fact they didn't even dare to step forward.
They were really afraid of Mo Wentian!
"I… "
"I… "
…
The disciple from Source City was trembling as he was being lifted up and down by Mo Wentian.
I hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.
"Wow..."
The next moment, there was a rushing sound, followed by a strong fishy smell.
"Useless things, living is a waste of resources!"
A fishy smell hit him instantly, and Mo Wentian glanced with cold eyes, only to see that the disciple from Origin City who was being carried by him had a large area of wetness under his crotch.
A look of disgust flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and then he punched out with his other hand, directly hitting the Source City disciple's chest.
"boom… "
After a few breaths, a violent explosion sounded.
Mo Wentian's fist was seen to go directly through the chest of the Source City disciple. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, and there was heat rising from the gaps between his fingers.
"Dead, He Ming is dead. Just because He Ming didn't answer this kid's question, he killed He Ming!"
"It's so miserable for He Ming, he didn't even have time to scream in the end!"
"This kid is really scary!"
"The Lord of the City is dead, Senior Brother He Qi is dead, and He Wu is also dead. Who else in our Origin City can be this boy's opponent?"
"Are we in Yuancheng really going to become this guy's fish?"
…
The strong smell of blood came, and countless disciples from Origin City came back to their senses from the shock.
Looking at the figure standing proudly in the void, their bodies couldn't help but tremble.