Mo Fushui and the others didn't dare say much. They quickly prepared wine and food for Qin Yi.
Qin Yi, satisfied from eating and drinking, wiped his mouth and prepared to leave.
"Young Master Qin, our ancestor is seriously injured. How about you rest for a mont, let us tend to his wounds before you go?" Mo Fushui said cautiously.
"Heal my ass, for a powerhouse in the Body Integration Realm, this kind of injury is like an ant bite."
Mo Qingyun's bloodied head looked grueso, though the injuries weren't severe; they were just painful.
Mo Fushui and the others twitched involuntarily; an ant bite? What kind of ant could bite this harshly?
Qin Yi lifted Mo Qingyun like carrying a torn sack and left. Outside, he took off directly, disappearing in a blink.
The Mo family's elders were left worried, their ancestor, a strong figure in the Body Integration Realm, carried off like this, would surely rage upon waking.
...
The next day at noon, Qin Yi arrived at Baihua Pavilion.
Mo Hutu, Fan Ye, and others sensed Qin Yi's formidable aura and stepped outside.
Seeing Qin Yi hauling soone, they all twitched involuntarily.
Qin Yi really captured Mo Qingyun.
"Senior, I brought this old scumbag for you." Qin Yi said, dropping Mo Qingyun from the air.
Everyone could tell, Mo Qingyun had fainted, and falling would turn him into minced at.
Fan Ye hurriedly moved to catch Mo Qingyun, but hesitated upon seeing Mo Wuji already rushing forward.
Mo Wuji caught the falling Mo Qingyun; it was his first ti seeing this ancestor. With a glance, he twitched fiercely; this ancestor was tragic—face marked by a handprint, head a bloody ss, hair disheveled like a beggar, not at all like an ascendant sage.
"Brother?" Mo Hutu stepped forward quickly, seeing Mo Qingyun's state, he twitched and blinked. Damn Qin Yi, too ruthless.
Everyone examined Mo Qingyun curiously, while only Fan Ye looked complicated.
She once loved this man deeply, despised his callousness. But over ti, love and hate dimd. Seeing him again, she felt less emotional than imagined.
She initially planned to use this chance to thwart Mo Wuji and Bai Jingqing, not expecting Qin Yi to truly bring Mo Qingyun.
Mo Hutu hurriedly treated Mo Qingyun; after a while, Mo Qingyun slowly opened his eyes.
"Brother, you're awake?" Mo Hutu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Qin Yi, I will kill you." Mo Qingyun's first thought was revenge; along the road, he'd awakened several tis, each ti smacked unconscious by Qin Yi.
He glanced around, searching for Qin Yi, but found none. Upon seeing Fan Ye, he stopped.
Fan Ye gazed at Mo Qingyun, once she longed to question his cruelty face-to-face, but now couldn't speak a word.
"Senior, here's the old scumbag for you to deal with. Cut him or kill him as you see fit. If Hutu dares interfere, cut him too." Qin Yi casually remarked, descending.
Mo Hutu looked displeased at Qin Yi, thinking, what business is this of mine?
Mo Wuji gazed at Qin Yi gratefully, for his cause, Qin Yi struggled tirelessly.
Qin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Old Mo, I'm telling you, if one day you betray Fairy Bai like this old scumbag, I'll slice your little bird into pieces and feed it to ants."
Mo Wuji: "..."
"Brother Qin, rest assured, I can swear never to abandon Junior Sister Bai unto death."
"What's the damn use of swearing? Every scumbag who deceives won uses that trick. I only care about results. Of course, I trust your character; you differ from other Mo family mbers—can't be all scumbags, can they?"
Mo Hutu twitched, anxious to duel Qin Yi, but looking at Mo Qingyun, hastily dismissed the thought.
"Long ti no see!" Fan Ye spoke softly.
Mo Qingyun remained expressionless, "Fan Ye, is this interesting? After all these years, still having brought here?"
Fan Ye's face darkened.
"Smack!"
Qin Yi swung an invisible slap, sending Mo Qingyun flying, landing ters away with a miserable wail.
Everyone was stunned.
Mo Qingyun was getting on in years, yet Qin Yi showed no courtesy, like a father disciplining his son, smacking at will.
"Qin Yi, I'm going to kill you!"
Qin Yi sneered, "Old scumbag? You lack the skill to kill , incompetent as you are. Unable to withstand even three of my moves, save yourself the sha. I warn you, speak nicely, or I'll strip you bare and display you as a specin at the intersection for folks to gawk."
Mo Qingyun was furious, face livid, wanting to respond, but Mo Hutu quickly interjected, "Brother, calm down! If we can't beat him, let's admit it; Qin Yi does as he says, you don't want to be displayed as a specin, do you?"
Mo Qingyun was so angry he nearly spat blood; which side was this elbow swinging towards?
Fan Ye sighed, "Indeed, it's who asked Qin Yi to capture you. Mo Qingyun, you owe an apology."
Mo Qingyun responded coldly, "Why should I apologize? I made it clear years ago."
"Leaving only a note then disappearing, shouldn't you apologize?"
"I explained clearly in that note, my thoughts solely focused on cultivation, not inclined for romance…"
"Smack!"
Mo Qingyun was interrupted, again sent flying by Qin Yi's invisible slap.
"Damn, what's this? Such a damn scumbag, deceiving soone's feelings, leaving a letter? Why not leave a few hundred bucks? Is apologizing hard? Stop pretending to be so noble guru. With your age, I haven't seen your cultivation excel much."
Qin Yi sneered disrespectfully, looking at Baihua Pavilion's female disciples around, pointing at Mo Qingyun, "When choosing boyfriends, be vigilant, don't pick scumbags like him all show no substance. Let's despise him together."
Everyone looked peculiar; Qin Yi was extraordinarily fierce. Yet, seeing him admonish the scumbag, Baihua Pavilion's female disciples rapidly grew fond of him.
"Qin Yi?" Mo Qingyun howled.
At Mo Family, he was slapped in front of all elders. At Baihua Pavilion, slapped again before everyone; humiliation made him suicidal.
Still, before suicide, he'd kill Qin Yi.
Mo Hutu quickly restrained him, "Brother, calm down! You can't beat him."
Mo Qingyun was livid, his old face darkened; was his younger brother an idiot? Is this how you console soone?
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