章節 94: Father and Son
When Mo Qingkuang woke up again, he found himself inside Zhennan Pass.
The battle between Mo Fan and Saint Alchemist had been so intense that it couldn't go unnoticed by Wu Ming and Zhao Tianming.
It was Wu Ming who arrived first, his speed outmatching the others'. When he arrived, he was greeted by the devastation left behind by the battle, a sight that was truly shocking.
The devastation was to such an extent that even those who had just entered the Martial King realm would find it difficult to create such a spectacle!
If Wu Ming knew that Mo Fan and the Alchemist Saint had deliberately suppressed their fluctuations, he would have been even more astonished.
The Alchemist Saint had already fled, and Mo Shan had taken Mo Qingkuang to hide in a cave. If it weren't for Wu Ming's unique tracking methods, he wouldn't have been able to find them.
After finding Mo Shan and Mo Qingkuang, Wu Ming revealed his identity and showed his credentials from the Imperial Academy. Although Mo Shan was puzzled, he couldn't resist Wu Ming's authority as a Martial Venerable and had to accompany him back to Zhennan Pass.
Only when he saw the rescued clan members in Zhennan Pass did he finally relax, believing that he was among allies.
On the other hand, by the time Zhao Tianming arrived on Mount Buyi, the place was already empty.
The revenge plan against the Mo Family by the Yuan Sword Sect had achieved some results but not complete success. They had to return to the Yuan Sword Sect with disappointment.
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Mo Qingkuang woke up and looked at his father, who sat beside him with a loving expression. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, "Father, it's my fault that the family has suffered so much."
Mo Shan gently stroked Mo Qingkuang's cheek and shook his head, "Silly child, they came after us because they couldn't get to you. It's us who held you back. They were afraid of you."
"Yes, Young Master! As long as you're here, our family will never perish, and the Mo Family will never fall!" The elders of the Mo Family in the room echoed unanimously.
Since Mo Qingkuang's return, they had been with Mo Shan here.
Their ability to leave the small and insignificant area of Tiannan City and move to the Capital for development was all thanks to Mo Qingkuang's blessings.
Although they had suffered heavy losses due to the attack by the Yuan Sword Sect along the way, wasn't it also a testament to Mo Qingkuang's threat? Even a behemoth like the Yuan Sword Sect felt apprehensive.
They didn't feel sorrow; instead, they felt proud.
The Mo Family was different from ordinary local families. They were heirs to the Martial Emperor Mo Fan, descendants of the War Emperor bloodline.
The innate blood of battle flowing through them wouldn't let their spirits be crushed by hardship.
They wouldn't resent Mo Qingkuang for implicating them. On the contrary, after so many years of decline, the appearance of a genius like Mo Qingkuang, who might lead the family back to glory, was what they had been longing for all along.
Moreover, they were all indebted to Mo Qingkuang for their escape from the Yuan Sword Sect's clutches.
In recent days, they had heard from the elites of the Imperial Academy that Mo Qingkuang had become the Martial Champion of the Tianxuan Empire and had even become a disciple of Zheng Tao, the dean of the martial arts institute at the Imperial Academy.
Having firmly established himself in the capital, if the Mo Family were to relocate to the capital, they would undoubtedly have better prospects than in Tiannan City.
At this moment, the Mo Family was more united than ever before. This incident had filled them with hatred and ambition, and it made them realize that if they lagged behind, they would suffer. For behemoths like the Yuan Sword Sect, annihilating small declining families like theirs was as easy as crushing an ant.
Mo Qingkuang was their only hope for resurgence!
"Uncles, grandfathers, it's my fault that you've been implicated," Mo Qingkuang climbed to his feet and bowed deeply, ignoring Mo Shan's attempts to dissuade him.
Having experienced life and death, he now understood the importance of family. These were his relatives in the world, and regardless of whether he was right or wrong, even if he had been arrogant and extravagant since childhood, they still supported and cherished him, treating him as the treasure of the family's rise.
How could he betray their expectations?
"Young Master, your words are too heavy," everyone bowed in unison, their eyes filled with fervor as they looked at Mo Qingkuang.
At this moment, Mo Qingkuang's prestige in the Mo Family had reached an unprecedented height, even almost surpassing that of his father, the family head Mo Shan.
Mo Shan looked at Mo Qingkuang with satisfaction. During these past two months, Mo Qingkuang had not only gained great renown but also matured significantly.
To be honest, Mo Qingkuang had obtained the inheritance of the King Nianhua, defeated his archenemy Lin Yang, gained recognition from the Tianxuan Empire, and even won the favor of the Ninth Princess Han Yan. None of this would have been possible if he had remained in that small city of Tiannan.
These experiences had forced him to mature.
"Now that the Young Master has awakened, we will not disturb your rest. We take our leave," the elders of the Mo Family withdrew.
"Well, you're quite lucky, young man, to survive a battle between two Martial Venerables," Wu Ming's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.
It seemed that Mo Shan had not revealed the fact that Mo Qingkuang had personally instigated that battle.
Mo Qingkuang couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. Indeed, his father was always thinking of his best interests. He knew that revealing the truth without clear information would cause significant trouble.
"Thank you, Master Wu, for your assistance," Mo Qingkuang deeply bowed to Wu Ming. If it weren't for Wu Ming's intervention, the Mo Family would probably have only him left alive.
"If you want to thank someone, thank your teacher. As long as everything's fine, I won't disturb your father-son reunion," Wu Ming nodded faintly, not avoiding the gesture of respect, and then left the room, leaving Mo Qingkuang and his father Mo Shan inside.
"Kuang'er, you..." Mo Shan looked at Mo Qingkuang with some confusion as everyone else left, hesitating to speak.
Mo Qingkuang knew exactly what Mo Shan wanted to ask. Anyone would be puzzled to suddenly see their son possess strength beyond his age.
"Dad, I know what you want to ask, but I can't say. You just need to know that I'll always be your son," Mo Qingkuang shook his head apologetically.
Mo Qingkuang couldn't let anyone know about Mo Fan's existence, not even his father. Having one more person know would only add to the danger. While he could trust his father absolutely, he shouldn't have to bear this risk. So, Mo Qingkuang still couldn't reveal Mo Fan's existence.
Mo Shan looked deeply into Mo Qingkuang's eyes. He still had many doubts about Mo Qingkuang. It wasn't just the overwhelming strength displayed during the recent battle. Even if his change in character could be explained by his resurrection, Mo Qingkuang's death and miraculous revival right under his nose were inexplicable.
But his intuition told him that these secrets were important, and the fewer people who knew about them, the better.
From Mo Qingkuang's gaze, he could be sure that this was still his son, not someone who had taken over his body.
After a long silence, he sighed, "Alright, my child, I'm getting old and can't protect you anymore. Your future path depends on your own efforts."
Mo Qingkuang nodded abruptly, "Dad, rest assured, I will lead the Mo Family back to glory!"
In his heart, he silently added, 'With our ancestors' protection, that day is just around the corner!'
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