C42 Return to the Mo Family!

Crimson blood gushed from the disciple's neck, staining the ground a vivid red.

Tang Nuolan sheathed her sword and gazed at the fallen disciple before her with a calm demeanor.

She remained where she was, as did Kang Yuantian.

In that moment, Kang Yuantian, a Sovereign Stage powerhouse, shook his head in resignation. He had hoped to take Tang Nuolan back with him, but she felt indebted to Mo Changyou. She had resolved to stay by his side a while longer, to help him sort out his troubles before departing.

"The mere fact that several individuals from the Mo family at Energy Condensation Level 8 are after him is proof enough that someone is out to take his life. He has saved me time and again. I must repay this debt before I can leave with peace of mind," Tang Nuolan stated, turning to Kang Yuantian.

Kang Yuantian simply nodded in understanding.

He recognized that Tang Nuolan was somewhat reluctant. She harbored feelings for Mo Changyou and knew that leaving now might mean never seeing him again. That's why she was determined to lend a hand—to avoid future regrets.

In the Imperial Capital, Tang Nuolan was a person of extraordinary status. Even if Mo Changyou were to gain entry to the Imperial Capital and become a disciple of the Divine Martial Pavilion, pursuing the affection of the Tang family's young mistress would be a formidable challenge.

After all, Mo Changyou possessed only a Grade Nine Talent, while Tang Nuolan was endowed with a Grade One Talent!

"Mo Changyou is incredibly fortunate. If he had even a fraction of Mo Feng's talent, no one in the Tang family would object to their union," Kang Yuantian mused, shaking his head.

Regardless of the nobility associated with a Grade Nine Talent, the Tang family would not consider such an individual suitable.

Meanwhile, at the Mo family estate.

"Damn it! Not a single word from Mo Xiu and the others, and there's been no news from Beiming either. Could something have gone awry in the Darkness Forest?" Mo Yanglin cursed, slamming his fist onto the table, which wobbled precariously, nearly shattering. Truth be told, he was seething with rage, yet simultaneously bewildered.

He suspected a beast tide or some other calamity might have occurred.

He simply couldn't fathom that Mo Changyou had the capability to kill Mo Yangning.

Beiming has already advanced to Energy Condensation Level 5 and possesses the Flying Guillotine. Father, rest assured. He is certainly no match for Beiming. Perhaps Beiming merely lost his way in the Darkness Forest." Mo Yangtian spoke up hastily.

He couldn't fathom his brother actually being defeated by Mo Changyou, a nobody with merely Grade Nine Talent.

"It's quite possible. The Darkness Forest spans hundreds of miles. A temporary disorientation is plausible." Mo Yanglin nodded, his rage subsiding somewhat.

Yet, at that moment, a disciple arrived with a message.

"Third Elder, Mo Changyou has returned."

"What!" In that instant, Mo Yanglin's dark countenance was struck with shock, his grip tightening on his sleeves, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind.

"That nobody actually returned?" He questioned with a menacing squint.

"Yes, and his cultivation has broken through to Energy Condensation Level 6. He's even brought back the Eternal Snow Lotus. It appears he's holding the Flying Guillotine, which seems to belong to Young Master Beiming." The disciple reported, his voice quivering under the icy glare of Mo Yangning.

"What?!" Both Mo Yangtian and Mo Yanglin were visibly shaken.

If Mo Yangning's Flying Guillotine had been taken, it could mean only one thing: Mo Yangning had been bested by this nobody, and he might even have been killed.

Moreover, Mo Changyou's cultivation has now reached Energy Condensation Level 6, indicating he might indeed have the power to defeat Mo Yangning!

Mo Yanglin was so infuriated he nearly collapsed. His most esteemed son, Mo Yangning, had been bested by Mo Changyou, the so-called trash, and his son's fate was unknown.

"Go, bring the Qian family patriarch here at once. Today, that worthless Mo Changyou will pay with his life!" Mo Yanglin declared, his eyes glinting with a ruthless intent to kill.

He had already devised a scheme.

The technique Mo Changyou previously displayed was the Dragon Tiger Fist, a secret of the Qian family. Stealing another family's cultivation technique was an offense punishable by death.

Cultivation techniques were closely guarded secrets within a family. Should a disciple from another family steal such a technique, or if a family spent hundreds of thousands or even millions of spirit stones to acquire it, the offending disciple would face certain death!

"Yes," the disciple said, promptly cupping his hands in respect before he hurried off toward the Qian family.

Mo Yanglin watched his disciple depart, his eyes betraying a deep-seated intent to kill. "Let's go pay a visit to that damned kid now," he declared.

Meanwhile, Mo Changyou was nonchalantly playing with the Flying Guillotine he had taken from Mo Yangning, strolling around the Mo family's courtyard with an air of indifference. He wanted Mo Yanglin to realize that Mo Yangning was dead, an act meant to cement his own authority.

Surprisingly, few in the Mo family dared to ridicule Mo Changyou this time. Even Mo Fei merely snorted in disdain. Despite his dislike for Mo Changyou, he refrained from openly insulting or shaming him. Mo Changyou's cultivation had reached Energy Condensation Level 6, a fact that demanded a certain level of respect.

"He's only been gone a few days; how could his cultivation have increased so much?" Mo Fei wondered, puzzled by Mo Changyou's rapid progress. He recalled how, just days before when Qian Hongyun had deceived Mo Changyou, his cultivation was merely at the Body Refining stage.

"What's going on? His cultivation has improved incredibly fast in just a few days," many Mo family disciples murmured among themselves, a mix of envy and jealousy in their voices.

"Who knows? Maybe he consumed some pill that helped him break through. I've heard those things are impure and could easily be the death of him. That's probably it. Even though he's improved rapidly, he might just explode and die in a few days," one disciple speculated with a hint of jealousy, convinced that Mo Changyou's sudden advancement was due to such a pill.

Indeed, such pills existed in Black Rock City, and they were as perilous as the disciples suggested. While they could propel someone to new heights of cultivation, the risk of death was alarmingly high.

At that moment, Mo Changyou, dressed in the green robe of a Mo family member, looked on with anticipation, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.

Suddenly, filled with rage, Mo Yanglin approached.