On the road from Autumn Water Pavilion to Divine Weapon Peak.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

The mountain gate was already in sight.

At this moment, a long line had formed in front of the gate.

An Outer Sect Steward sat there, welcoming and sending off people, with a pile of identity waist tokens stacked in front of her.

"True Disciple Li."

The Old Woman saw Li Mo and greeted him proactively.

Although true disciples didn't hold real power within the sect, their status was undoubtedly higher than that of an Outer Sect Steward.

Li Mo found the Old Woman somewhat familiar.

She had once read his bones and determined his talent as Gamma Grade.

The surrounding outer disciples, handing in their waist tokens, all looked at his white cloud-patterned robe with envy and longing.

Yet, no one hesitated; one by one, they handed their waist tokens to the Old Woman, shouldered their bags, and walked out of the mountain gate.

"What are they doing?"

Li Mo couldn't help but be curious.

It shouldn't be time to dismiss the outer disciples yet.

Why were so many people lined up to hand in their waist tokens, looking as if they were leaving the Qingyuan Sect?

"Because the Sect Trial is approaching, and as the name suggests, it carries a certain level of danger."

The Old Woman stretched out her left hand, which had only three fingers remaining.

"I see."

Li Mo thought for a moment and understood the Old Woman's meaning.

Not everyone has the confidence to compete for a spot in the Inner Sect.

Staying means having to participate in the Sect Trial.

If one becomes disabled and fails to enter the Inner Sect, they might be expelled from the sect, making even basic living a problem.

Dying in the trial is not impossible either.

"Many people, after entering the sect, never even consider joining the Inner Sect."

The Old Woman shook her head, casually placing the collected waist tokens aside.

Learning some skills in the Outer Sect and returning home to open a martial arts school or become a constable is seen as a great future by many.

Li Mo couldn't help but feel emotional.

The path of martial arts is like a river flowing against the current; most people aren't even fish swimming upstream but merely sand swept along by the water.

If it weren't for the advantage he had, his future wouldn't be much better.

He'd likely return to the county, under his father's arrangement, and end up as a captain of the city guard.

He was about to leave.

Yet, on a whim, he used his always-active Divine Fate Eye to scan the crowd before him.

Suddenly.

Information about many people appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Wu Bing]

[Age: 19]

[Root: None.]

[Realm: Vital Energy Realm, Three Meridians.]

[Fate: White]

[Evaluation: Wu Bing's martial arts achievements are not very promising.]

[Recent Encounter: Recently received a letter, the third husband of Widow Wang at the village entrance has died, planning to return home to pursue love.]

.....

Looking around.

Most of the outer disciples voluntarily leaving the Qingyuan Sect had white or gray fate.

There was basically no investment value.

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Take this Wu Bing, for example.

Helping him pursue Widow Wang, what reward could one get in the end?

At worst, a few strings of copper coins; at best, perhaps a special item like Widow Wang's bellyband...

Of course, there are always exceptions.

[Name: Liu Hui]

[Age: 19]

[Root: None.]

[Realm: Vital Energy Realm, Three Meridians.]

[Fate: Black]

[Evaluation: An unlucky old grudge.]

[Recent Encounter: On the way home, encountered a scam, tried to be a hero but was stabbed in the back by the woman and thrown into the river to feed the fish.]

.....

After reading, Li Mo sighed lightly.

After all, it's a life.

He couldn't bring himself to coldly watch everything.

Even if they were unrelated people, as long as there was no deep hatred, he didn't want to see them die unjustly.

"Liu Hui!"

"Uh... huh? True Disciple Li?"

Liu Hui was stunned, pointing at himself, seemingly unable to believe that this True Disciple Li, who had risen to prominence, was calling his name.

He couldn't figure out what connection he had with the other party.

"May I ask, True Disciple Li, what do you need?"

"When you return home, do you pass by Qinghe County?"

Li Mo stepped forward and asked.

"Uh... no..."

Liu Hui said, confused.

Qinghe County? That's not just out of the way; it's completely off course.

He could originally take the water route and go home with the current, but if he went to Qinghe County, he'd have to take the land route.

However, something even more bewildering happened.

Li Mo actually pulled out a small gold bar, as thick as a thumb, from his sleeve.

"And now?"

"Uh... on the way, on the way!"

Liu Hui wasn't stupid and quickly caught on.

True Disciple Li wanted him to make a trip to Qinghe County.

That small gold bar looked to be four or five taels, enough to buy a house when he got home.

"Good, then it's on the way."

"Help me deliver a message to County Constable Li Dalong in Qinghe County..."

"Please go ahead, True Disciple."

....

Moments later, Liu Hui left happily with the small gold bar.

Above his head, his black fate had turned white.

His recent encounter had changed to: "Detoured on the way home, met the head of Yangwei Escort Agency, and became an escort."

And in Li Mo's ear, a crisp voice sounded.

[Congratulations to the host, successful investment, saved a life.]

[Investment Return: Two years of Martial Dao Comprehension.]

Although Liu Hui wasn't someone with a destined fate, just an ordinary person among the masses.

He still brought Li Mo two years of Martial Dao Comprehension.

"This is quite a pleasant surprise."

Li Mo's lips curled slightly; he hadn't thought that far ahead.

Martial Dao Comprehension is a good thing; the more, the better, and even a little is worth having.

Little by little, it adds up.

Thus.

Li Mo began to replicate the process.

Five minutes later.

[Congratulations to the host, successful investment, saved a life.]

[Investment Feedback: Two years of Martial Dao Comprehension.]

......

Ten minutes later.

[Congratulations to the host, successful investment, saved a life.]

[Investment Feedback: Two years of Martial Dao Comprehension.]

......

Half an hour later.

[Congratulations to the host, successful investment, saved a life.]

[Investment Feedback: Two years of Martial Dao Comprehension.]

.......

Indeed.

This world isn't very peaceful; natural and man-made disasters abound, and there are quite a few people encountering accidents on their way home.

Some encounter a tiger, thinking their newly practiced Six Harmony Fist can withstand it?

Then they fail and become a meal.

Some encounter a black shop and end up as human meat buns.

In short, it made Li Mo understand why his father spent a lot of money to hire escort guards when he came to Ziyang Prefecture City.

These unlucky fellows also brought Li Mo considerable gains.

Eight years of Martial Dao Comprehension in the account!

With another twenty or thirty years of Martial Dao Comprehension, he might be able to push a certain martial art to perfection.

"Before the Sect Trial, people will continue to leave the sect."

"I can come and check every day, regularly refresh my investments."

Li Mo was in a great mood.

There are still thirteen days until the Sect Trial.

Even if fewer people leave the sect later, there's still a chance to gather seventy or eighty years of Martial Dao Comprehension.

Enough to elevate the martial arts he relies on to another level.

Li Mo scanned the crowd again.

Hmm.

There were no more people with black fate.

Satisfied, he stepped forward, heading towards Divine Weapon Peak.

But that's okay, he'll come back tomorrow.

He just asked, and the disciples leaving the sect to return home will come to the mountain gate in the morning.

Anyway, he plans to go to Divine Weapon Peak every day recently, so he'll pass by here daily.