833 Eight Star Executor

At the very top of the mission wall were missions listed in red characters. These missions were much more difficult compared to other missions. As such, the reward was greater as well.

The reward for one of those missions was a pass to attend the Martial Arts Circle Convention.

The Martial Arts Circle Convention was held by Huatian Palace. The pass to watch the event would also naturally be given out by Huatian Palace. Other than the sects that would be participating in the competition, it was not easy for other ancient martial arts sects to have the opportunity to attend the event.

Even the sects who were participating in the competition during the Martial Arts Circle Convention could only receive ten passes. If they wanted more, they had to think of ways to get them from Huatian Palace.

The Martial Arts Circle Convention was attractive to every martial artist. Wan'er and Wang Qian wanted to go to Dragon City so much that they dreamed about it. However, they only glanced at the mission and their expressions grew bitter. Their earlier passion was doused immediately. It would be almost impossible for them to complete the mission.

The mission was simple. They had to capture a major martial arts criminal. The criminal was a grand elder who had betrayed his sect and his cultivation was in the late Embryonic Breathing Realm. He had committed many crimes out there and was thus blacklisted by Huatian Palace.

The Late Embryonic Breathing Realm! Even if the sect leader of the Five Tigers Sect were to go out there personally, he might not be able to capture someone like that, much less them.

Wan'er and Wang Qian walked around the Mission Palace Hall and realized that there was not a single mission on the wall that they could take on. After a short while, their expressions looked as if they had been dealt a series of blows.

Other than the Mission Palace Hall in Huatian Palace, there was also another Redemption Main Hall. The various sects could get something good from Huatian Palace by exchanging items there.

Mo Wen knew of this exchange method very well. If it were him, he would not make any exchanges with Huatian Palace.

However, it was different for those ancient martial arts sects. Their ability and foresight were limited. For example, while spiritual medicine was precious, ancient martial arts practitioners could not use it. It was worthless in their hands and they might as well exchange it with Huatian Palace for something useful.

Almost all the spiritual medicine or immortal cultivation substances that martial arts sects received would be exchanged with Huatian Palace.

Wan'er and Wang Qian were rather excited to be walking in the palace and they flitted around looking at things. They were like country bumpkins. Mo Wen made an excuse and left alone.

"Brother, who is the person in charge here?" Mo Wen asked a Huatian Palace executor standing outside the hall.

"What?" The Huatian Palace executor did not understand what Mo Wen meant.

"Who is the chief executor here?"

The head of these branch palaces of Huatian Palace were all called chief executors. The rank below them was the assistant chief executor, and then came executors of various ranks.

"You're looking for our chief executor?" The Huatian Palace executor looked at Mo Wen oddly. Someone had come to Huatian Palace to ask for the chief executor, and the person had asked him, a lowly half-star executor. "Little brother, have you taken the wrong medicine? You want to look for our chief executor?!" the executor said impolitely. He looked at Mo Wen in disdain. The executors of Huatian Palace were all proud and even the lowliest of them felt that they were of higher standing than others. After all, working for Huatian Palace was a great honor by itself.

The young man had asked for their chief executor. Who did he think he was? Even the sect leaders of the large sects from Taihang Mountains found it difficult to meet their chief executor, much less this young man.

"Oh, then who do you think has the right to look for your chief executor?" Mo Wen was not angry. There was no need for him to hold it against an insignificant character like the executor.

"You have to at least be of the caliber of the Baili Sect sect leader. You'd better save it, little brother. Don't waste my time here. Hurry home and go to bed. You might even be able to dream of our chief executor then." The executor waved his hand impatiently as if he felt upset just talking to Mo Wen.

"I'm giving you one last chance now. Go get your chief executor immediately, or you will regret it," Mo Wen said lightly.

"Are you trying to scare me? Did I grow up just by getting scared? Are you seeking death?" The executor was infuriated. He did not even think before waving his fist, prepared to give Mo Wen a beating. He could not bear it. How dare a young man threaten him? Even though he was just a half-star executor and his cultivation was only in the Soothing Pulse Realm, he was working for Huatian Palace. Some sect elders had, to treat him with respect as well. He had never been threatened by a young man like this before.

Mo Wen reached out to catch the executor's waving fist. He was strong and solid and his body did not even move the slightest. The executor's hand was caught by Mo Wen and he could not pull his hand out no matter what. It was as if his hand was locked in Mo Wen's grasp.

"Are you sure you want to hit an Eight Star Executor from Huatian Palace?" Mo Wen harrumphed coldly. He pulled out a ring slowly. It was a silver ring with eight stars on it. It was stunning.

Of those in the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall, even the lowest rank was an eight-star executor. Mo Wen's rank had jumped right into the eight-star rank after he had entered the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall.

"Eight Star Executor! Are you trying to trick me?" The executor's expression changed slightly when he heard what Mo Wem had to say. The fact that this youth was an eight-star executor had shocked him. However, he did not believe it. The chief executor of their branch palace was only a six-star executor. How could this young man be an eight-star executor? Eight-star executor! He did not even dare to think what that meant.

"Could it be that someone dares to pretend to be someone from Huatian Palace?" It was a great crime to pretend to be a Huatian Palace executor. Once someone found out about it, the imposter would be sentenced to death for treason. As such, it was rare for anyone to pretend to be an executor of Huatian Palace. Only those who were not afraid of death would dare to do this. The executor stiffened. Indeed, no one would dare to pretend to be from Huatian Palace. They would not dare to come to Huatian Palace while pretending to be working for it.

A person who pretended to be from Huatian Palace and actually came to Huatian Palace was probably seeking death!

"If you don't go and inform your chief executor and continue to hinder my important business, then I cannot say if you will be able to keep your position as a half-star executor in Huatian Palace, Mo Wen said lightly while releasing the executor's hand.

"Wait, I cannot go straight to the chief executor. I can only go directly to my supervisor…" The executor grew more and more afraid as he thought about it. It was impossible for someone to dare to come to Huatian Palace and cheat them. If the young man was not lying, then what he had done earlier was terrible! Even their chief executor could not afford to offend an eight-star executor of Huatian Palace, much less him. Just in case this youth was telling the truth, the executor did not dare to make things difficult for Mo Wen. He hurriedly turned around to look for his supervisor.

After a short while, a middle-aged man approached Mo Wen. The man was a two-star executor from Huatian Palace. His cultivation was in the Sea of Qi Realm and he was an average character. He was a small leader in the branch palace.

The two-star executor could not be sure whether Mo Wen was a real eight-star executor or not. But since the matter was so important, the experienced middle-aged executor took Mo Wen straight to the chief executor. He was very respectful and polite on their way there.

If Mo Wen was really an eight-star executor, then his politeness and respect would definitely put him in Mo Wen's good books. If he was not an eight-star executor and was just lying to them, it would not be too late for him to turn hostile later.

An old man sat in what seemed to be an office building. He flipped through some of the documents in his hands. He flipped and read really quickly and marked the document with his pen from time to time. However, there were also many documents in front of him and he seemed very busy. There was a sudden knock on his door.

"Who is it?" The old man put down his pen and lifted his head slightly.

A respectful voice sounded from outside. "Chief Executor, I am your subordinate, two-star executor, Yang Ming. I have an important matter to report."

"Come in."

A middle-aged man entered the room. It was the two-star executor who had led Mo Wen there. He was just about to speak when a sudden glint appeared in the old man's eyes. He turned to look outside and said, "So there is an important guest who is here for me. Who is it? Please come in."

The middle-aged man who had just opened his mouth shut it quickly and swallowed. He thought to himself that the chief executor was truly the chief executor. You couldn't hide anything from him.

"I am Mo Wen. I apologize for disturbing you."

A young man entered the room. He was young and seemed to be in his 20s. Ordinary children who were his age were just grown up. However, the young man's eyes were calm and steady, and his maturity was beyond that of a young man.

"Why have you come to look for me?" The old man did not care whether Mo Wen had the right to look for him or not. Since he was already here, then he might as well speak openly.

Mo Wen flicked his finger and a ray of silver light flew towards the old man. The old man caught the silver light. He glanced at it and his expression suddenly changed wildly.

The silver light was a silver ring. There were beautiful floral patterns carved on it and what was most obvious were the eight bright stars carved on it.

"The ring of an eight-star executor!"

The old man's expression grew solemn and he said to the middle-aged man beside him, "Yang Ming, you may leave."

The middle-aged executor bowed and smartly chose not to ask any questions. He turned to leave and closed the wooden door behind him. However, he was extremely shocked. He could tell from the chief executor's expression that the ring was genuine.

"How should I address you, young brother? I am Lu Chuan, a six-star executor of Huatian Palace. Come, sit here."

Inside the room, the old man stood up and put his fists together, greeting Mo Wen. Mo Wen was an eight-star executor, and he was stronger than the old man in terms of both status and power.

"I am Mo Wen, and I have come to find you, Executor Lu, to ask for a favor." Mo Wen was a member of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall. He had the ability to influence the powers of some branch palaces. If he encountered any issues, he could go straight to a branch palace. Even the chief executors of the branch palace had to listen to his orders.

However, Mo Wen did not ask Lu Chuan to do anything and he spoke modestly. This attitude gave others a good impression of him.

"So you are the young warrior Mo Wen who joined the Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall not long ago! It's a pleasure to meet you. It is a great blessing for me to meet a talent like you." Lu Chuan laughed heartily. He was wondering when Huatian Palace had first obtained such a young eight-star executor. So the young man was that Mo Wen.

As the chief executor of a branch palace, he had to understand many things. He knew all of the high-ranking members of Huatian Palace. Mo Wen was very well known within Huatian Palace, so Lu Chuan had heard of him.