Kapitel 117: Chapter 117: Tearing Off the Mask
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Under Mo Li's lead, Mo Yu and the others quickly arrived at the Mo family estate.
Looking at the Mo family's fortress, which was even more heavily fortified than the Ye family's, Ye Cong's face faintly revealed a trace of worry.
Without Mo Yu's help, the Ye family alone trying to eliminate the Mo family— the number one family in the northeastern province— was nothing but a pipe dream.
Even with Mo Yu's assistance today, after this battle, the Ye family would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses, possibly to the point of being severely weakened.
However, Ye Cong, having held the reins of power for many years, was not one to show mercy. Even if countless Ye family members perished, as long as the Ye family could replace the Mo family as the top family in the northeast, the deal would be worth it!
Meanwhile, in the Mo family's spacious hall, there was a lively atmosphere, filled with a festive mood.
Seated in special chairs were leaders or representatives from various forces of the eastern provinces of the empire.
Although the Mo family, the most powerful in the eastern region of the Jia Ma Empire, had been ridiculed lately due to the Yun Lan Sect's downfall, its decades of deep roots in the east still earned it respect from many forces.
At the top of the hall, an elderly man with graying hair, dressed in luxurious robes, greeted the guests with a smile.
This elder was none other than Mo Cheng, the current Great Elder and backbone of the Mo family.
"Nalan Yanran from the Nalan family has arrived!"
"Lord Ye Cong, head of the Ye family, has arrived!"
As Mo Yu and the others were led into the hall by Mo Li, a loud announcement echoed through the hall.
Hearing these names, Mo Cheng was momentarily taken aback, then a faint smile appeared on his face.
He hadn't invited any of the other three great families to his early birthday banquet, considering the enmity between the four great families of the northeast. It would be impossible for them to celebrate each other.
The unexpected arrival of the Ye family hinted at a gesture of appeasement or submission. Even without the backing of the Yun Lan Sect, it seemed that the Mo family remained untouchable in the northeast.
This thought lifted Mo Cheng's spirits even more.
As he mused, a noble woman in a purple robe slowly entered the hall.
"Haha, Nalan niece, I didn't expect you to come in person today. You've truly honored the Mo family!"
Mo Cheng's eyes flickered with a trace of shadow, but he quickly hid it, smiling warmly as he approached her with affectionate greetings.
Although this woman claimed to represent the Nalan family, Mo Cheng knew there was no connection between the Mo family and the Nalan family. Her visit was suspicious.
"Elder Mo Cheng, you're too kind. I'm merely here on my father's orders."
Nalan Yanran glanced around the hall, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of disappointment when she didn't see the unique figure she was looking for. She buried her confusion deep within and smiled politely.
"Haha, Nalan niece, Elder Ge Ye, please!"
Laughing heartily, Mo Cheng led Nalan Yanran and her escort, Ge Ye, to the seat of honor before returning to the hall.
After Nalan Yanran was seated, another voice suddenly rang out.
"Haha, Elder Mo Cheng, you're still as vigorous as ever! It seems the northeast is about to fall completely into your hands."
Ye Cong entered the hall with a broad smile, addressing Mo Cheng on the platform.
His smile was ambiguous, leaving others guessing his true intentions. Of course, this suited a clan leader's temperament. If Ye Cong had been sincerely celebrating for the Mo family, Mo Cheng would have been suspicious of the Ye family's ulterior motives.
Even Mo Yu, standing nearby, couldn't help but marvel at these old foxes' acting skills. Though they were about to fight to the death, until the final moment, they maintained their false smiles.
"Haha, I didn't expect Clan Leader Ye Cong to come as well. I am truly honored."
Mo Cheng responded with a smile, exchanging pleasantries with Ye Cong. His eyes then shifted to Mo Yu. Despite his decades of experience, Mo Cheng felt a subtle sense of danger from this mysterious young man.
"I heard from Ling Lin that she accidentally offended one of Clan Leader Ye's esteemed guests. This young genius must be him, right? Would you introduce us, Clan Leader Ye?"
Mo Cheng's gaze fixed on Mo Yu as he squinted slightly, smiling slyly.
Ye Cong's heart skipped a beat. Although the plan to eliminate the Mo family was already in place, Mo Cheng was still a Dou Ling expert. If he noticed anything suspicious and acted before they could deploy their hidden forces, the Ye family would be wiped out on the spot.
However, Mo Yu remained calm. Smiling faintly at Mo Cheng, he said, "I'm hardly an esteemed guest. My master has some ties to the Ye family's ancestor. I simply came to observe and experience Elder Mo Cheng's renown."
Hearing Mo Yu's words, Mo Cheng scrutinized him once more. The boy's black eyes were calm and steady, betraying no signs of unease.
While wondering about Mo Yu's master, Mo Cheng nodded without committing to anything. "Well, thank you for coming." He then led Ye Cong and Mo Yu to the seats of honor.
As they sat down, Ye Cong couldn't help but feel newfound admiration for Mo Yu. Despite being only a teenager, Mo Yu exhibited extraordinary composure—something truly remarkable.
After receiving all the guests, Mo Cheng finally ceased his small talk and slowly stood up.
With his movement, the lively atmosphere gradually quieted, and all eyes turned toward him.
"Haha, thank you all for attending this old man's banquet. As mentioned in the invitations, there's a major matter I wish to discuss with you all today."
As the hall fell silent, Mo Cheng smiled.
The crowd's attention sharpened at Mo Cheng's words, and Mo Yu smirked silently.
Sure enough, Mo Cheng soon announced his plan to unite the forces of the eastern region into an alliance, with the Mo family at its core— the Mo Alliance.
The hall fell into a brief silence.
After a while, some of the weaker forces began to express their willingness to join, having already made up their minds to align with the Mo family.
Even without the backing of the Yun Lan Sect, the Mo family's power still dominated the eastern region.
With the smaller forces speaking up, some of the mid-tier factions, hesitant about offending the Mo family, also chose to join.
Seeing this, Ye Cong glanced gratefully at Mo Yu. Without the latter's intervention, the Mo family might have truly risen to power, leaving the Ye family no choice but to submit eventually.
However, Ye Cong didn't know that even without Mo Yu's interference, the Mo family was doomed to fall, destined to be defeated by the fated hero of this world. The Mo family could not escape its downfall.
With a contented smile, Mo Cheng gazed at the forces that had chosen to join. He was inwardly pleased and said, "Though the Mo Alliance is somewhat loose, we still need a leader..."
"Naturally, Elder Mo Cheng is the most suitable to lead," someone flattered from the hall, quickly followed by a chorus of agreement.
"Haha, thank you all for your trust. I shall humbly accept the role of temporary leader of the Mo Alliance."
With a wave of his hand, Mo Cheng decided the matter without waiting for dissenting opinions.
Watching Mo Cheng's self-directed performance, some in the hall felt speechless. How thick-skinned could this old man be?
Mo Yu, of course, was indifferent to Mo Cheng's theatrics. However, when he heard a familiar beast spirit voice deep within his soul, his lips curled into a smile.
"Excuse me, Elder Mo Cheng, but it seems the Mo Alliance is no longer necessary."
In the quiet hall, a faint voice suddenly rang out as a thin figure slowly rose from his seat.
This sudden outburst attracted everyone's attention. After a brief moment of surprise, the crowd turned to the now dark-faced Mo Cheng, many silently pitying Mo Yu. Publicly provoking Mo Cheng, known for his pride, was like touching his reverse scale.
Even Nalan Yanran, who rarely met such arrogant individuals, was briefly stunned. Despite her status as a direct disciple of the Yun Lan Sect's leader, she had never seen such bold behavior among the younger generation in the Jia Ma Empire.
"Who are you? And what is the meaning of this, Patriarch Ye?" Mo Cheng demanded, his voice cold, as he glanced at Mo Yu before shifting his gaze to Ye Cong. The crowd followed his lead, eyeing Ye Cong. Since the mysterious young man came with the Ye clan, was this part of their plan?
The thought of a potential confrontation between the four great clans excited many onlookers—such conflicts hadn't been witnessed in years.
Although Ye Cong knew this confrontation was inevitable, he still hesitated before facing Mo Cheng, a Dou Ling. But a glance at Mo Yu's calm expression reassured him.
Earlier, Mo Yu had coordinated with the Ye clan to launch their assault. The plan was to disrupt Mo Cheng's birthday banquet, with their top fighters and a Tier 4 magical beast ambushing from outside the Mo estate. For most, transporting a Tier 4 beast into Yan City was impossible, but the Ye family, known for their wealth, merely needed to grease the right palms with gold.
Since Mo Yu had dared to confront Mo Cheng, it indicated their attack had begun, and Ye Cong could already feel the confidence surging through him. "The Ye clan has no interest in joining your Mo Alliance," he said with a calm smile. "We do not agree!"
Mo Cheng sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "Since when does the Ye clan have the power to make such claims? Or is this boy beside you your source of courage?"
"Exactly," Mo Yu chuckled coldly. "Old Mo bastard, do you remember me? My name is Mo Yu, son of Mo Jingyun!" His words shook the crowd.
"What?! Mo Jingyun's son? But... you were supposed to be dead!" Mo Cheng exclaimed, casting a glance at Mo Lan, the Mo clan's patriarch. Seeing Mo Lan's guilty expression, Mo Cheng instantly realized that the assassination attempt on Mo Yu had failed—and Mo Lan had kept it a secret.
Mo Lan wore a bitter expression. Despite sending a Great Master to eliminate Mo Yu, the mission failed. Before he could send more men, Mo Yu had arrived at their doorstep.
Mo Cheng's expression twisted in fury. "So, you're Mo Jingyun's brat? Fine. I'll send you to meet your father! And afterward, I'll pay the Ye clan's ancestor a personal visit. But for now, both you and Ye Cong will remain here!"
With a burst of maniacal laughter, a powerful energy erupted from Mo Cheng, causing his robes to ripple and the furniture around him to shatter under the pressure.
Guests could feel the overwhelming force radiating from him, their faces filled with unease. "Has Mo Cheng really reached Five-Star Dou Ling strength? In just two years?" many whispered, shocked by his rapid progress.
Seeing Mo Cheng's murderous intent, Mo clan fighters gripped their weapons tightly, surrounding Mo Yu with bloodlust in their eyes, ready to attack.
Undeterred, Mo Yu sneered. "None from the Mo clan will leave here alive today!"
The crowd was stunned by his words. Mo Jingyun's name still held weight, even after all these years. Though they didn't know the exact connection between his death and the Mo clan, it was clear from Mo Yu's actions that a deep grudge existed.
But what truly intrigued them was the boy's audacity—how could he challenge a Five-Star Dou Ling so fearlessly?
Before Mo Cheng could issue further orders, another powerful aura burst from outside the hall. Confused, the guests heard an aged voice chuckle.
"Mo Cheng, is this how you treat my guests?"
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