Chương 2: Forced Abdication
"You scoundrel, I am your ancestor!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Qingkuang became furious. Wasn't I miserable enough? And now I've to endure such humiliation by even a wandering soul!
His profligate nature erupted immediately: "Are you seeking death? How dare you insult me like this?!"
Mo Fan casually smiled, "I am already dead, you know? What can you do to me?"
Mo Qingkuang, in extreme anger, tried hard to manipulate his body to attack Mo Fan, but found himself pitifully weak.
A gentle breeze came through the window's crack. His thin soul trembled, on the verge of dissipating.
"Do you know the family genealogy?" Mo Fan calmly looked at Mo Qingkuang, "My name is Mo Fan."
Hearing this, Mo Qingkuang's heart surged with shockwaves.
Mo Fan! The powerful Martial Emperor from hundreds of years ago, a top figure in the Tianxuan Empire, and also the ancestor of their Mo family. He was the first family head and the forefather of the Mo clan in Tiannan City.
"You...Are you the ancestor Mo Fan? Hasn't Ancestor Mo Fan been dead for hundreds of years?" Mo Qingkuang's face was full of disbelief.
"Yes," Mo Fan nodded.
Mo Qingkuang stared at Mo Fan intently for a long time, sighed, and said, "Well, whether you are the ancestor Mo Fan or not, I am also dead now. What's the meaning of it all?"
Indeed, both are dead, so what does it matter if they are great-grandfather and great-grandson?
"Kuang'er—"
At this moment, by the bedside, Mo Shan let out a mournful cry, and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face turned crimson, and the hatred in his eyes seemed tangible.
His wife had passed away, and Mo Qingkuang was his only son. He had placed great expectations on him since childhood, always indulging and spoiling him.
Little did he expect that one wrong step would lead to irreversible consequences! The Mo family, his lineage, was about to end with him.
In a fit of rage, his powerful aura erupted, and the medical attendants and servants by the bedside were blown away. Quickly getting up, they prostrated themselves on the ground, saying, "Master, please accept our condolences."
"Our condolences? What should I grieve? How can I mourn? Lin Yang, that little beast, is not dead. My son's great revenge is unfulfilled. Why should I mourn?" Mo Shan roared in grief and anger.
"Bring the clan's experts together. I will personally lead the team to kill Lin Yang and avenge my son!" Mo Shan strode out of Mo Qingkuang's room, declaring his intent.
"Master, the young master has already passed away. Please, Master, accept our condolences. We understand your grief, and we deeply regret the tragedy that befell the young master," Mo family's Grand Elder, Mo Hai stepped forward and respectfully expressed.
"However, Lin Yang is now a disciple of the Yuan Sword Sect. The young master's use of forbidden drugs and his subsequent demise have already displeased the Yuan Sword Sect. While they have not pursued the matter in consideration of the young master's misfortune, they have revoked the promises made to him. If the Clan Head now intends to attack Lin Yang, it will undoubtedly offend the Yuan Sword Sect again, and our Mo family may face great calamity!" Another person beside Mo Hai spoke up.
"Yes, Clan Head, please don't gamble the fate of our family for the sake of one person's revenge!" pleaded another.
Mo Hai was someone Mo Fan vaguely remembered, having mentioned him briefly before.
Mo Hai, the cousin of Mo Shan, currently served as the Mo family's Grand Elder and was not inferior to Mo Shan in cultivation. In the past, he had been a significant competitor for the position of family head against Mo Shan. If not for Mo Qingkuang's young age and terrifying talent, overshadowing all the younger generation in the Mo family, it would have been uncertain who would hold the position of family head.
"Hmph, if I don't avenge my son's great revenge, I am unworthy of being his father! My decision is made; there's no need for further persuasion!" Mo Shan waved his hand decisively, casting a cold and sweeping glance around, clearly ready to face anyone who dared to stop him.
Seeing his father's resolute attitude, Mo Qingkuang in the ethereal realm felt a deep sorrow. A sour feeling welled up in his eyes, but tears refused to fall.
He could only choke in the air, repeatedly saying, "Father, Father," deeply regretting his reckless actions over the years.
If only he had cultivated his body and not relied solely on his talent, if he had dedicated himself to diligent practice. Perhaps his father wouldn't have ended up in this tragic situation, mourning the loss of a child with prematurely graying hair.
He glared fiercely at Mo Hai, who was adding insult to injury at this moment, wishing to tear him apart and crush his bones!
After a long silence, Mo Hai said, "Clan Head, if you insist on this course of action, I won't stop you. However, it may be difficult for several senior elders to support your decision. Moreover, the Yuan Sword Sect has numerous experts. In case anything happens to the family head, what will be the fate of our Mo family? With the eldest Young Master already gone and the position of Young Master vacant, I am willing to have Qingfeng adopted into the main line, succeeding as the Young Master. From now on, he will fully support the family head in seeking revenge!"
As he spoke, Mo Hai put on a facade, appearing as if he was selflessly considering the greater good and reluctantly making a painful decision.
Mo Qingfeng, Mo Hai's son, possessed Black-grade aptitude and was currently a seventh-rank martial artist. He was the foremost figure in the Mo family after Mo Qingkuang.
The senior elders mentioned by Mo Hai were the fathers and uncles of Mo Shan's generation, who paid little attention to family affairs. Mo Shan's father, the previous family head, was traveling and had not returned. Currently, the authority within the senior elder council rested mostly with Mo Hai.
Mo Shan looked indifferently at Mo Hai, suddenly bursting into laughter, gazing towards the sky.
After a while, he finally stopped, panting heavily, and sneered, "Mo Hai, seeing my family line come to an end, are you so eager to seize the position?"
Mo Hai hurriedly denied, claiming he dared not, but his facial expression did not convey much respect.
However, everyone present knew that Mo Qingfeng was Mo Hai's biological son. If he truly became the Young Master, he might even inherit the position of family head in the future. Then who would be the real wielder of power in the Mo family if not Mo Hai himself?
Having failed to seize the position of family head ten years ago, Mo Hai had endured in silence until now. Finally, did he see an opportunity to reclaim his position?
"Family head, I believe the words of the Grand Elder are reasonable. The young master has passed away, and if Young Master Qingfeng is adopted into your lineage, it is still within the bloodline of our Mo family. Young Master Qingfeng's talent is also extraordinary. In the future, our Mo family will continue to have successors." The person next to Mo Hai echoed.
The other elders exchanged glances. The Grand Elder held significant influence, and with Mo Qingkuang newly deceased, the future of the Mo family would likely rest on Young Master Qingfeng's shoulders.
They nodded in agreement, saying, "We concur."
Mo Shan looked surprised at everyone, wanting to laugh but finding it difficult.
After a while, his hoarse voice spoke, "My son's mother passed away early, and I never remarried. Now that my son has met an untimely end, it's my fault as a father for not protecting him."
"I will risk my old life to avenge my son! If things go awry, let Qingfeng succeed as the junior family head. The Grand Elder will act as the proxy family head. As for adoption, there's no need. Only my son Qingkuang is worthy of being my true son!"
"Family head is wise. We will wholeheartedly assist the family head in seeking vengeance!" Mo Hai suppressed his inner joy, expressing respect on the surface.
"We are willing to help the family head seek revenge!" the other elders echoed.
"Hahaha, hahaha..." Mo Shan laughed desolately, staggering as he walked out of the hall.
In the ethereal realm, Mo Qingkuang observed his once vigorous father, now with silver strands on his temples and a hunched back, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
"Father..." Mo Qingkuang wanted to cry in pain, but not a single tear would fall.
Indeed, he was already dead, destined to dissipate in this world at some point. Witnessing his father humiliated like this, he felt utterly powerless.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Mo Fan, who stood on the opposite side, aloof and seemingly possessing an otherworldly demeanor.
As if grasping the last straw for survival, he pleaded with a face full of sorrow, "You, if you truly are our ancestor, could you please help my father?"
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