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582 Chapter 582-harmony without an old friend
Mo Kebei sneered,âwell said!â Mo Xiaochuan had trespassed the forbidden area, so he would be crippled of his cultivation and expelled from the sect! Wan Feng clan, are you ready?â
Mo Wanfengâs expression finally changed. With a look of deep sorrow, he said, â âIf not for big brother Dou Chen, Wan Feng would have died outside. After living for so many years, heâll be content if he can return this life to his son!â He knelt down on the throne and said in a clear voice, â âI hope that the ancestral elders and the six great elders will give us their blessings on account of big brother Dou Chenâs great contribution to the family and Wan Fengâs silent contribution over the years!â
He suddenly kowtowed without using any vital Qi. bang! The green rocks in front of the hall immediately shattered, and blood flowed in all directions. A sense of sorrow spread throughout the hall.
Everyoneâs expression changed, and they revealed looks of compassion.
The six Grand elders also frowned, deep in thought. Only the ancestral elder on the throne in the middle still had his eyes closed, and his shadow kept shaking in the light.
Mo Kebeiâs eyes shot out a sharp light as he shouted, â âMo Wanfeng, the rules of the clan are the most important! As the Grand Elder of the clan, you actually tried to interfere with the execution of the punishment with your own body. This in itself is a violation of the rules and should be severely punished!â He pointed at mo Xiaochuan on the ground and shouted coldly, â âIf heâs forgiven again and again just because heâs mo douchenâs son, then whatâs the point of keeping the clan rules? I donât deny his fatherâs contributions to the family, but Iâve already forgiven him twice, and itâs long been offset!â
His shout immediately dispelled the sorrow in the hall and turned it into a sharp and solemn atmosphere.
Everyone silently nodded in agreement with mo Kebeiâs words. If he wanted to convince someone, he would have to punish mo Xiaochuan severely.
Mo Wanfeng raised his head, his face covered in blood, and growled, â âMo Kebei, donât think that I donât know what youâre planning! Itâs not brother douchenâs contribution that will make up for Xiaochuan this time, but my cultivation!â He suddenly circulated his Qi in his palms, and the Golden Emperor Qi of the nine Heavens shot out, about to hit his dantian!
Mo Wanfeng wanted to strike first and gain the upper hand. He wanted to cripple his Martial Emperor cultivation to win the sympathy of the Grand elders and the crowd, so that they could let mo Xiaochuan off.
Everyone was shocked. They didnât expect mo Wanfeng to be so unyielding, to give up his cultivation without any attachment. It was clear that he was extremely protective of mo Xiaochuan.
âUncle Wan Feng, donât!â
Mo Xiaochuan, who had been lying on the ground on the verge of death, suddenly let out a blood-curdling shriek as an aura burst out of nowhere. The tears mixed with the blood flowed into his mouth, and he couldnât tell if it was bitter, bitter, or fishy. His body, which had long been injured and unable to move, actually forced itself up. His five fingers dug into the bluestone ground like hooks, leaving finger marks.
The six Grand elders sitting at the head of the table were all shocked. No one expected mo Wanfeng to be so decisive, and it was too late for them to attack.
The elder on the throne suddenly opened his eyes. His illusory body seemed to become more solid, and a strange power emerged from his body. He looked directly at mo Wanfengâs palm print. The Golden Emperor Qi that was about to hit his dantian suddenly overflowed from his palm and dissipated like smoke.
âPa!â
Mo Wanfengâs palm landed on his elixir field, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. However, the Emperor Qi had already dissipated, and his dantian was not shattered. He was only seriously injured.
âAncestor!â
Everyone was shocked and quickly looked at the illusionary figure on the throne.
A hint of disappointment flashed through mo Kebeiâs eyes. However, since the ancestral patriarch had made a move, even the six Grand elders did not dare to disobey. They all waited for the decree.
The ancestral elderâs gaze fell on mo Xiaochuan. After that attack, his figure seemed to have become fainter, and his voice seemed to have come from the netherworld.âThis is Dou Chenâs son?â
âYes, great ancestor. Heâs mo Xiaochuan, big brother Dou Chenâs only biological son!â
Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his heavily injured body and knelt on the ground, â âAfter big brother Dou Chen passed away, Iâve been raising Xiaochuan. Wan Feng is willing to bear the punishment for his poor discipline!â
The ancestral patriarchâs voice was emotionless and faint as he said, â âDou Chen has a divine body and shocking talent. Heâs the most promising person in the mo family for thousands of years to reach the ultimate realm of martial arts. I didnât expect him to die so early. I have a certain responsibility for this. However, his son, Lao Ai, raised his eyes and glanced at mo Xiaochuan before sighing. a Tiger father and a dog son. He has very mediocre talent. He only reached the Tri-elements realm at the age of eight and didnât even have the qualifications to enter the mo familyâs elite Pavilion. Wan Feng, youâre truly foolish to give up your entire cultivation for such a son.â
âElder, if it wasnât for big brother Dou Chen saving my life, I would have died in the war,â mo Wanfeng said with determination. Iâve always treated Xiao Chuan as my own son, and itâs the Fatherâs fault for not taking care of the child. Iâm the one to be blamed, so I naturally have to be punished for my son!â
Mo Xiaochuanâs ten fingers were already buried in the ground. His thin and frail body trembled as he cried, â âUncle Wan Feng, Iâm useless. Itâs not your fault. Grand elders and Grand elders, if you want to punish someone, please punish me. It has nothing to do with uncle Wan Feng.â
One of the Grand elders in the upper left corner suddenly said coldly, â Hmph, if it wasnât for Wan Feng protecting you time and time again, you wouldâve broken the clan rules and been chased out. Youâre a disgrace to your father!
His sarcastic words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the heart of an eight-year-old boy. Mo Xiaochuan gritted his teeth in pain, unable to even let out a groan.
âThis is the last time,â the ancestral patriarch sighed. After this, if you break the rules again, you will be punished according to the law. There is no need to alarm us.â
âWe will obey the decree!â
Everyone stood up and bowed. The shadow of the ancestral elder closed his eyes again and gradually disappeared from the throne.
Mo Wanfeng forced his injured body forward and helped mo Xiaochuan up. Another child ran out from behind mo Wanfeng. He looked at the bloodstains on mo Xiaochuanâs body in fear and clenched his fists. Brother Xiaochuan, Iâm going to become a great Alchemist in the future. If you get beaten up again, Iâll be able to help you.
Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head. Although the injuries on his body were severe, they were not as painful as the knife-like pain in his heart.
âHuayuan, letâs go.â
Mo Wanfeng picked mo Xiaochuan up and left the torture chamber.
There was a clamor of discussion behind him, and the people of the mo family left one after another. If not for mo Xiaochuanâs special status, he would not have called for a meeting with the entire sect.
Mo Kebeiâs face was filled with maliciousness as he looked at mo Wanfengâs back and didnât speak for a long time.
When the crowd dispersed, there was only one Taishang elder left. It was the one who had spoken earlier, and also mo Kebeiâs father, mo Pingxi. He looked at his son, who was deep in thought, and asked doubtfully, â âWhat are you still thinking about?â
Mo Kebei said,âfather, the ancestral elders have doted on mo Xiaochuan too much.â I canât believe you let him go for the third time. This is really hard to accept!â
Mo Pingxi said,âthis is the decision of the ancestors. Who dares to disobey?â As the clan leader, you should just act according to the rules. As long as you donât use your power, no one will say anything bad about you.â
Mo Kebei sighed,âthat may be true, but this is such a good opportunity.â Mo Wanfeng almost destroyed his own cultivation, but the elder was still able to save him. Just what level is the ancestral patriarchâs cultivation?â
Mo Pingxiâs face was filled with fear. He paced back and forth in the empty Hall and finally said, â âThe ancestral patriarchâs cultivation is heaven-defying. You donât have to guess. Even if mo Wanfengâs cultivation is still there, he wonât be a threat to you. âMo Xiaochuanâs aptitude is mediocre, and he has let down fatherâs courage in the past. Their bloodline will not be able to rise again for hundreds of years, so you can safely be the clan leader. However, I want to tell you that power and wealth are just fleeting clouds. Only martial arts is the ultimate goal of people of my generation.â
âYes, I will follow fatherâs instructions!â
Mo Kebei humbly lowered his head, and the two of them disappeared from the hall.
At night, in the mo familyâs courtyard.
Mo Xiaochuan knelt on the metal pole. The hundreds of hooks on the metal pole had pierced into his tender knees, and the ground was covered in blood.
Mo Wanfeng looked at the bright moon in the sky with a cold expression. His eyes were filled with loneliness.
Mo Huayuan looked at mo Xiaochuanâs legs, and his heart trembled. He grabbed mo Wanfengâs legs and pleaded, â âFather, brother Xiaochuan is already so badly injured. Please donât punish him anymore.â
Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away and yelled, â âGet back! If you continue, Iâll make you kneel too!â
Mo Huayuan cried and begged from a distance, not daring to come closer.
Under the moonlight, mo Xiaochuanâs face contorted in pain, but he forced a smile and said, â âHuayuan, this is none of your business. Itâs not the first time Iâve knelt on iron edge. Itâs very comfortable, and itâs also a kind of cultivation.â
Mo Wanfeng shook his head. He looked up into the endless night and muttered to himself, â âToday is the time of the valley rain. That person should be here by now. Why is he still not here?â
Mo Xiaochuanâs brows had long been twisted in pain. He asked in confusion, â âUncle Wan Feng, what did you say?â
when your father was still alive, he had promised someone that they would meet in the city of black iron under the bright moon and sky during the rainy season this year, â mo Wanfeng said. itâs already time, but why is he still nowhere to be seen? â
Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand and pointed at a huge Osmanthus tree in the courtyard. âIs it that person?â
Mo Wanfeng was shocked. He looked up and saw a white shadow flashing on the Osmanthus tree. It was a white figure shuttling under the moonlight, laughing heartily and reciting a poem.
âWhere is the soul of a hero? harmony does not see old friends. The morning wind blew at the Willow and the moon, and that year, LAN Xue fell into my dreams.â
The white-robed figure stepped on the water-like moonlight and stepped out in the air. He blended in with the surrounding environment, like a celestial being in the dark night as he slowly descended.
However, his face was filled with desolation as he sighed, â âI just found out that mo douchen is dead today. I didnât expect this trip to the city of black iron to be in vain.â