章節 4: A Move to Settle the Mo Family
"She's not crazy; you are." A clear voice rang out from the room, and the tall figure of Mo Qingkuang appeared at the doorway, now properly dressed.
He looked at his father, Mo Shan, who was contorted in a strange posture, with tears streaming down his face. Mo Qingkuang felt a deep sense of guilt and said, "Father, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Mo Shan vigorously rubbed his eyes blurred by tears and carefully examined his son, who was well and full of vitality.
Walking up to Mo Qingkuang, he trembled as he extended his hands, wanting to touch his son's face but hesitated, afraid that the revived son would vanish like a mirage.
Mo Qingkuang, tears streaming down his face, grabbed his father's hand and pressed it against his own face. "Father, I'm not dead!"
Feeling the warmth of his son, Mo Shan, overwhelmed with emotions, pulled Mo Qingkuang into his arms, exclaiming, "As long as you're alive, it's good enough!"
The onlookers witnessed Mo Qingkuang's resurrection, free from any sense of weakness. He seemed even more vigorous than before.
They were left speechless, having thought the situation was settled. They had hastily expressed loyalty to Mo Hai and Mo Qingfeng, saying many negative things about Mo Qingkuang. Now...
"Congratulations, Family Head! Congratulations, Young Family Head! Young Family Head is safe and sound, it's truly a blessing for our Mo Family!" The elders all knelt down, leaving only Mo Hai, Mo Qingfeng, and their staunch supporters standing there awkwardly.
Mo Qingkuang didn't bother with those who had switched sides, and instead, he approached Mo Hai. "Grand Elder Mo, disappointed that your nephew is still alive?"
Mo Hai forced a smile, struggling to convey some semblance of joy. "How could that be? Young Master is safe, and this uncle is naturally delighted."
Mo Qingkuang nodded without confirming or denying, then turned to Mo Qingfeng. "Cousin Qingfeng, I apologize for not allowing you to become the Young Family Head as you wished."
Mo Qingfeng, with a stiff expression, looked at Mo Qingkuang and then glanced at the elders kneeling on the ground.
'What is this 'blessing for our Mo Family?' They were just praising me a moment ago!'
The accumulated resentment hidden in his heart for many years was completely triggered by this drastic change in fortune.
He glared at Mo Qingkuang with bloodshot eyes, pointing at him in anger. "Mo Qingkuang! You often bully men and women, and you're totally a corrupt character! You're not worthy of seizing the position of Young Family Head!"
"Qingfeng, stop talking nonsense!" Mo Hai hastily intervened. Although Mo Qingkuang had revived and the situation was settled, he couldn't let Mo Qingfeng offend people to death. Otherwise, there would be no place for their father-son duo in the future.
Mo Qingfeng, now in a state of madness, had lost all rationality due to boundless resentment. Regardless of everything, he shouted, "Your foundation is destroyed, you're just a useless person. How can you lead our Mo family to glory in the future? I don't accept it. Whoever is capable should hold the position of Young Family Head. I want to challenge you!"
"Oh? You want to challenge me? After being the Young Family Head for a few minutes, you want to bolster your courage that you have suppressed for more than ten years? " Mo Qingkuang looked at him playfully.
"Do you dare to fight? If you lose, you'll give up the position of Young Family Head to me!" Mo Qingfeng didn't believe it. After being critically injured and on the verge of death, Mo Qingkuang revived without any weakness. He must have taken some magical medicine for a rebound!
The current Mo Qingkuang was definitely not his opponent!
"Nonsense! Qingkuang has just recovered; how can he fight you now? Qingfeng, do you want to be expelled from the family?" Mo Shan, seeing Mo Qingfeng challenging Mo Qingkuang, was furious.
Mo Qingkuang's strength was naturally far superior to Mo Qingfeng's, but he had just recovered, so there might be some unexpected issues.
He wasn't concerned about the position of Family Head; he was afraid that Mo Qingkuang would be harmed again.
"Do you dare or not?!" Mo Qingfeng turned a deaf ear, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Mo Qingkuang as if he wanted to tear him apart.
"Fine, I'll play with you." Mo Qingkuang disdainfully smiled and agreed.
The whole scene was in an uproar. Mo Qingkuang, who had just recovered from a severe injury, dared to engage in combat.
"Young Master, why not wait for two days until your body fully recovers before fighting?" Immediately, some elders, expressing their loyalty, suggested.
Mo Qingkuang shook his head and gave his father a reassuring look.
"It doesn't matter; dealing with him is no big deal," he said indifferently.
"Alright! Mo Qingkuang, do you still think you're the same as before? You're no longer the genius of Tiannan City; you're the discarded disciple of the Yuan Sword Sect! Lin Yang, that country bumpkin, beat you like a dead dog!"
"Hehe." Mo Qingkuang looked at him coldly, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Let's go to the martial arts arena!" Mo Qingfeng shouted.
"No need for that; there's no need for such a grand display to deal with you. Right here is fine," Mo Qingkuang said calmly.
"Hmph, you're really arrogant!" Mo Qingfeng snorted and angrily threw a punch at Mo Qingkuang.
"He's a eighth rank Martial Artist now; Mo Qingfeng has been hiding his true strength. The difference with the Young Master's peak period might not be that significant. I wonder if the Young Master has fully recovered." Watching Mo Qingfeng's attack, some sharp-eyed elders discerned Mo Qingfeng's true strength.
However, they didn't know that Mo Qingkuang had been resurrected with a Ressurection Talisman, and his body was fully restored. The meridians in his body had already broken through to Martial Master, and he had automatically advanced to the Martial Master level.
Now, watching Mo Qingfeng exert all his strength in attacks, it seemed like a child playing house.
'As an eighth-rank martial artist, is that all you have? If so, then you still have a long way to go!'
Mo Qingkuang casually sidestepped and easily dodged Mo Qingfeng's seemingly inevitable strike. With a casual palm, he slapped Mo Qingfeng's chest.
The forceful wind caused Mo Qingkuang's robe to flutter, and Mo Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and crashing into the surrounding wall, fainting.
"This force! The Young Patriarch has entered the Martial Master realm!" When the elders saw this, they were filled with fear.
Mo Qingkuang not only did not have his foundation dragged down by his serious injuries, but he actually improved further and stepped into the Martial Master realm!
At the age of sixteen, reaching the Martial Master realm was extremely rare, even among powerhouses like the Yuan Sword Sect in the Tianxuan Empire!
They had actually spoken ill of him in order to curry favor with Mo Qingfeng just now! This is really looking for death!
"The Young Patriarch is mighty!" Cheers rang out one after another throughout the courtyard.
Mo Hai quickly rushed to Mo Qingfeng's side and pinched his acupoints with concern, "Feng'er, how are you?"
Mo Qingkuang waved his hand lazily, "Don't worry, I didn't kill him, I just broke two of his ribs."
"Mo Qingkuang, you!" Mo Hai's eyes were bloodshot, wishing he could devour Mo Qingkuang alive.
"Mo Hai, Mo Qingfeng challenged himself, risking life and death. It's not bad that Kuang'er didn't kill him." Mo Shan, pleasantly surprised, quickly stood by Mo Qingkuang's side to prevent Mo Hai from going crazy.
In fact, Mo Qingkuang could have easily killed Mo Qingfeng just now. He himself had killing intent in his heart, but he was worried that Mo Qingfeng was also a descendant of Mo Fan's ancestor, and he was afraid of angering the ancestor.
"Grand Elder, although I am arrogant and domineering, I will not kill my fellow clan members. As long as Mo Qingfeng is honest in the future and does not have unrealistic fantasies, the treatment will remain the same." Mo Qingkuang said softly. This way, the ancestor should not blame me.
Mo Hai clenched his teeth and said in a resentful voice, "Thank you, Young Master, for your mercy."
After that, he was about to carry Mo Qingfeng away.
"Wait, Grand Elder."
Mo Qingkuang said indifferently, "In the past, I liked everyone to call me Young Master because I thought it sounded good and very powerful. But in fact, I am still the Young Master of the Mo family. I hope that Grand Elder will pay attention to the address in the future, lest it arouses the thoughts of others."
Mo Hai's chest heaved violently. Is this brat mocking me?
But the situation was not good, so he could only bite his tongue and say, "Yes, Young Master."
[Ding, the host has completed the task of saving the family and obtained the reward, 'Wind and Fallen Leaves Technique'.]
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