Chapter 18: Reunion with an Old Friend. Terror—What Exactly Did He Witness? (Please Recommend, Follow, and Save)

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Li Xuan had not yet spoken.

Thud! Mo Yao stepped back a pace and fell hard onto the ground, a sharp pain shooting from her backside straight to her forehead, instantly turning into a chilling shiver that made her tremble.

In an instant, sweat soaked through her clothes. Mo Yao opened her mouth, her hands clenched tightly at her chest, staring in disbelief and confusion at the scene before her.

She wanted to scream, but her throat was dry and hoarse, unable to utter a single sound.

Overwhelmed by intense panic, she heard something that shocked her to the core.

Her great ancestor, her grandfather, called Li Xuan “Sir”?

And he even knelt down?!

Respectfully kowtowed?!

Mo Yao could not believe it. Her face turned pale as tears and snot streamed down in fear. She looked again—it was true!

Her greatest pillar of support, her strongest backing, was kneeling respectfully before Li Xuan!

That was her revered grandfather, a saintly figure whose presence was usually overwhelmingly powerful, now prostrate on the ground. She could not accept it!

"Hic."

A sound slipped from Mo Yao’s mouth before she fainted outright, her breathing faint, her spirit utterly shattered.

Sweat and some liquid dampened the ground.

Even if her mind was not in full control, she now understood the gravity of the situation.

Her great-grandfather was not backing her!

Thinking that her enemy, Li Xuan, might be even more formidable than her great-grandfather—

She felt as if she was doomed!

[You, Mo Yao, the terror-stricken daughter of destiny, have gained 19,999 villain points and extended your lifespan by two!]

[You, Mo Yao, the terror-stricken daughter of destiny, have gained 188,888 villain points and extended your lifespan by two!]

[...]

Listening to the system’s endless prompts of villain points and lifespan bonuses, Li Xuan was in a very good mood. He glanced at Mo Yao with disdain.

He then looked toward Mo Jie. "I am not worthy to be your teacher. Rise."

Mo Jie ignored the fainted Mo Yao and respectfully kowtowed three times. "I will never forget the kindness of my teacher."

Li Xuan smiled and shook his head. "It’s nothing. Stand up."

Mo Jie stood, head lowered, his heart at ease.

Though he was a saint, he never forgot how Li Xuan helped him when he was at his weakest.

Years ago, without Li Xuan’s aid to resolve his predicament and allow him to enter the sacred land to learn the Dao, he would not be who he was today.

To him, Li Xuan was not just a teacher but the one who aided him in attaining the Dao.

Li Xuan tapped on the table, inviting Mo Jie to sit. Mo Jie sat down, palms resting on his knees like a student.

"Gulp." Li Zhan swallowed nervously. The mighty power radiating from the venerable ancestor seemed to silence even the formidable Li Zhan, who now appeared as humble and docile as a scholar before the ancestor.

The ancestor was terrifying!

The Li family members were stunned and confused. A saint had knelt before their ancestor?!

This fact made them tremble with excitement—it was too thrilling!

That was a saint!

A supreme cultivator!

Yet here he was, kneeling and kowtowing before their ancestor.

Some even breathed heavily. Their ancestor was overwhelmingly powerful, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, filled with excitement, almost wanting to shout out loud.

But they did not dare—afraid to disturb their ancestor.

"Everything you witnessed today must not be spoken of!" Li Zhan warned telepathically. These disciples were core members of the Li family, while many other core disciples had already left, including Li Qingqing, who was not present at the moment.

"Do not tell anyone, or your cultivation will be revoked, and you will be expelled from the family!"

Li Zhan’s voice was stern, but no one expressed dissatisfaction. They knew secrecy was imperative.

After the destruction of the Long Sect, the Li family would soon divide the spoils, and everyone expected to gain a substantial reward.

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At the same time, the Mo family was deathly silent. The members stared blankly as their great ancestor spoke humbly to the enemy.

Especially the moment when their ancestor knelt—it tightened their throats and brought a lump to their eyes.

Mo Xiao and Mo Leng felt even more uneasy.

Mo Leng’s body stiffened. "Father, my grandfather really cried! What I saw earlier was not an illusion, not a dream!"

Mo Xiao forced a smile, though it was more painful than crying.

"Don’t say such nonsense," Mo Xiao said, his teeth trembling. What kind of background did that person have?

Wasn’t Yao Yao just from a small family?

What was going on now?

Mo Jie also realized what had happened. He was immensely shocked and furious at his granddaughter’s recklessness. He wished he could immediately punish Mo Yao, even end her life.

But he could not act rashly.

"Teacher, I entrust Mo Yao to your judgment," Mo Jie said.

He rose and knelt but was stopped by Li Xuan, who calmly said, "You are also an old acquaintance. Rest assured, I will not kill Mo Yao. I have a task for her, and a task for you as well."

Mo Jie immediately replied in a deep voice, "I will obey the teacher’s orders without fail."

Li Xuan smiled, not caring about Mo Jie’s attitude. This matter had to be done.

The task for Mo Yao was simple: return to Ye Bufan’s side and, when their emotional bond was deep, betray him.

Surely, Ye Bufan would then reward Li Xuan with a large amount of villain points and lifespan.

Mo Yao relied on her background, but now that backing was gone, triggering a huge influx of villain points and lifespan.

This was exploiting her weakness.

And Ye Bufan liked Mo Yao very much; his feelings for her ran deep. So if Mo Yao betrayed Ye Bufan—

How much lifespan could he gain?

Li Xuan was looking forward to it.

This information came from Mo Yao’s bodyguard, that sinister old woman.

Dressed in green, Li Xuan stood and looked at the Mo family in the sky with a light laugh. "I didn’t expect you to become an ancestor too."

Mo Jie stood three paces behind Li Xuan and respectfully said, "We are all unworthy descendants."

"Mo Yao’s father and grandfather are those two. Clearly, they are unfit to be family heads."

Li Xuan hummed but said nothing more. He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, producing two pieces of Enlightenment Tea leaves for Mo Jie.

"Consider this a meeting gift for you and your descendants."

Mo Jie trembled as he took them, sensing the Dao aura on the tea leaves. He looked up in astonishment. "Teacher, this treasure is far too precious..."

Li Xuan shook his head. "Accept it and cultivate well."

To Li Xuan, the Enlightenment Tea leaves were ordinary tea.

But to Mo Jie, they were priceless. He had once ventured into a dark forbidden zone where these tea trees grew but was severely injured before he could get close.

Each Enlightenment Tea tree was extremely rare, especially after the recent war—many desired the tea to heal their wounds.

It was truly priceless.

And yet, his teacher had given him such a treasure.

Most importantly, two pieces—one for him, one for his descendants.

But his descendants, Mo Leng and Mo Xiao, were useless scoundrels. How could they be worthy?

Mo Jie put away the tea leaves, stepped forward, and coldly glared at Mo Leng and Mo Xiao. "All of you, get down here!"

His teacher, the great emperor, was present, and these fools still dared linger in the sky—asking for death!

Hearing the ancestor’s furious tone, the Mo family members hurried down and stood solemnly.

Mo Jie bowed to Li Xuan, then approached the Mo family, slapping Mo Xiao and Mo Leng each once. "Trash! I told you to get down!"

Huh?

Mo Xiao and Mo Leng were stunned, suspecting the ancestor was targeting them!

"Mo Xiao is unfit to be the Mo family head. Mo Leng is unfit to be a family elder. From now on, the Mo family head position will be held by Mo Shi."

Mo Jie said coldly. These troubles were all caused by Mo Yao. As her father and grandfather, Mo Xiao and Mo Leng had failed to guide her and must be held responsible.

Mo Shi of the Mo family’s second branch thought, Hmm? Great fortune is coming my way?!

Mo Xiao panicked. "Grandfather..."

Mo Jie shot him a glare, and Mo Xiao immediately shut up.

Mo Jie continued, "The family needs two sweepers. Let Mo Xiao and Mo Leng take those roles."

Mo Xiao and Mo Leng were even more bewildered.

Mo Jie straightened his clothes and looked at the Mo family. "I know you have doubts. Mo Xiao, Mo Leng, you can ask your daughter what she has done!"

"Now, come with me to pay respects to my teacher."

With that, Mo Jie turned and led the Mo family to the training ground. He was the first to kneel before Li Xuan.

Behind him, the Mo family was stunned. Their ancestor’s teacher?

They suddenly understood and quickly knelt. Of course—they couldn’t refuse since their ancestor had already knelt.

"I, the unworthy disciple Mo Jie, leading the descendants of the Mo family, pay respects to my teacher."

"Respect to the teacher."

Li Xuan curled the corners of his mouth. What was the meaning of this? But it felt rather satisfying.

At that moment, Mo Yao slowly woke up. She felt as if she had been dreaming, dreaming of her ancestor kneeling...

Suddenly, Mo Yao’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her kneeling ancestor, her father, grandfather, and the Mo family members.

They were kneeling, and the one they were worshiping was...

Li Xuan!

Mo Yao’s gaze blurred, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. "I really am still dreaming!"

[You, Mo Yao, terror-stricken daughter of destiny, gained 20,000 villain points and extended your lifespan by two!]

Oh, so it’s not useless after all.

Li Xuan smiled.

...

...

In the great city, a spirit-seeing cultivator named Old Zhang, face covered in dust and dirt, struggled to rise from the ground, which was marred by a large crater.

At this moment, he was surrounded by people.

Someone recognized him and dusted him off. "Old Zhang, what happened? What did you see that was so alarming?"

"Yeah, Zhang Lianxu, did you see something incredible?"

"Strange, hasn’t the saint acted yet?"

"Maybe it’s already over. Didn’t you see the Mo family members have already left?"

Old Zhang touched his forehead, recalling what he had seen. His expression tightened. "Maybe I was mistaken. I need to see again!"

Saying this, Old Zhang ascended the building and activated his spirit-seeing eyes. Instantly, he clearly saw the Mo family ancestor, the family head, and all the Mo family kneeling before a figure.

At that moment, he saw that figure look toward him.

Old Zhang’s pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his body trembling uncontrollably. Those beside him were speechless.

Suddenly, Old Zhang flew backward and slammed headfirst into the ground, his upper body sinking completely into the earth.

Everyone exchanged confused glances.

What had Old Zhang seen to cause such a reaction?

He was a spirit-seeing cultivator after all.

When they dug Old Zhang out, all were shocked and stared at him in disbelief.

Old Zhang’s expression was neither sorrowful nor joyous. A faint smile appeared on his face. He opened his mouth but did not speak; instead, tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

Everyone was horrified. Had Old Zhang’s spirit-seeing eyes been damaged?

What exactly did he see?!!