Mo Kebei sneered, "Well said! Mo Xiaochuan has committed the crime of trespassing. His cultivation will be crippled and he will be expelled from the clan. Are you prepared?"
Mo Wanfeng's expression finally changed. His face was filled with sorrow, "If it wasn't for big brother Dou Chen, Wanfeng would have died outside. After living for so many years, it's enough for me to return this life to his son! "He knelt down and said," I hope that the ancestor and the six grand elders can consider big brother Dou Chen's great contributions to the clan and Wanfeng's silent contributions all these years, and grant my wish! "
He fiercely kowtowed without using any of his Yuan Qi. With a loud "peng" sound, the green mound in front of the hall immediately shattered. Fresh blood flowed in all directions, and a sense of sorrow spread throughout the hall.
Everyone was moved and showed benevolent expressions.
The six Grand Elders sitting in the upper seats also frowned, revealing a thoughtful expression. Only the ancestor on the throne in the middle still had his eyes closed, his figure flickering in the light.
A sharp light shot out from Mo Kebei's eyes as he shouted, "Mo Wanfeng, the clan rules are the most important in the punishment hall. As the first elder of the clan, you actually dared to violate the law and disturb the execution of the punishment. This in itself is against the rules and should be punished severely!" He pointed at Mo Xiaochuan on the ground and coldly shouted, "If we forgive him again and again just because he is Mo Dou Chen's son, then what's the point of keeping the clan rules? I don't deny his father's contributions to the clan, but I've already forgiven him twice.
His shout immediately dispelled the sadness in the hall and turned it into a fierce and solemn aura.
Everyone nodded silently, agreeing with Mo Kebei's words. If they wanted to convince others, then they must severely punish Mo Xiaochuan for not lending.
Mo Wanfeng suddenly raised his head. His face was covered in blood, and he growled in a low voice, "Mo Kebei, don't think that I don't know what you're planning! This time, it wasn't Brother Douchen's contribution that caused this, but my cultivation base!" He suddenly circulated his qi on his palms, and a golden Jiutian Emperor Qi shot out, about to hit his dantian!
Mo Wanfeng wanted to strike first to gain the upper hand and cripple his Emperor Wu cultivation to win the sympathy of the Great Elders and everyone else, thus letting Mo Xiaochuan go.
Everyone was shocked as they never imagined that Mo Wanfeng would actually be so unyielding, and he'd just give up his cultivation without the slightest feeling of attachment. It could be seen that his desire to protect Mo Xiaochuan had reached the extreme.
"Uncle Wan Feng, don't!"
Mo Xiaochuan, who was lying on the ground on his last breath, suddenly burst out with an aura from who knows where and let out a miserable scream. His tears mixed with the blood and flowed into his mouth. He couldn't tell if it was bitter, astringent, or fishy. His body was already injured to the point of being unable to move, but he forcefully propped himself up. His fingers dug into the ground like hooks, scratching out finger marks.
The six Great Elders were all shocked. No one expected Mo Wanfeng to be so fragile, and it was already too late for them to act.
At this moment, the Ancestral Elder on the throne suddenly opened his eyes. His illusory body seemed to have become more corporeal, and a strange energy appeared on his body. His eyes stared straight at Mo Wanfeng's palm. The golden Emperor Qi that was about to hit his dantian suddenly flowed out of his palm and dissipated like smoke.
Pow!
With a light sound, Mo Wanfeng's palm landed on his dantian, and he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood. However, the Emperor Qi had already dissipated, and his dantian wasn't destroyed. He was only heavily injured.
"Ancestral Elder!"
Everyone was shocked and quickly looked at the illusory figure on the throne.
A trace of disappointment flashed through Mo Kebei's eyes. However, even the six Great Elders didn't dare to disobey the Ancestral Elder, and they all waited for the decree.
The Ancestral Elder's gaze fell on Mo Xiaochuan. After that move, his figure seemed to have become even fainter. His voice seemed to come from the endless netherworld as he said indifferently, "Is this Dou Chen's son?"
"Yes, Ancestral Elder. He is Mo Xiaochuan, big brother Dou Chen's only son! "
Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his heavily injured body and knelt on the ground before saying, "After big brother Dou Chen died, Xiaochuan was raised by me. Wanfeng failed to discipline him, and I am willing to take full responsibility for the punishment! "
The Ancestral Elder's voice was emotionless and still indifferent. He said, "Dou Chen had a Divine Physique, and his talent was shocking. He was the most promising person in our Mo clan to reach the pinnacle of the martial dao in thousands of years. I didn't expect him to die so early. I also have some responsibility for this matter. However, his son … "The Ancestral Elder raised his eyelids and glanced at Mo Xiaochuan before sighing." A tiger father, a dog son. His talent is very mediocre, and he only reached the Three Talent Realm at the age of eight. He doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the Mo clan's Elite Pavilion. Wanfeng, you gave up your cultivation for such a dog son. How foolish. "
Mo Wanfeng said sorrowfully but firmly, "Reporting to Ancestral Elder, if big brother Dou Chen didn't save my life back then, Wanfeng would have already died in that battle. I have always treated Xiaochuan as my own. It's my fault for not teaching my son properly, so I naturally have to accept the punishment for my son. "
Mo Xiaochuan's fingers were already inserted into the ground. His frail body trembled as he cried, "Uncle Wanfeng, I'm useless. It's not your fault. Great Elders and Ancestral Elder, if you want to punish someone, just punish me. It has nothing to do with Uncle Wanfeng. "
A great elder in the upper left corner suddenly said coldly, "Hmph, if it wasn't for Wanfeng protecting you time and time again, you would have already violated the clan's rules and been kicked out. You really are a disgrace to your father."
The mocking and vicious words were like a blade that cut the heart of an eight year old. Mo Xiaochuan clenched his teeth in pain, but he couldn't even let out a groan.
The Ancestral Elder sighed and said, "This is the last time. After this, if you break the rules again, you will be punished according to the law. There is no need to disturb us. "
"We will obey the decree."
Everyone stood up and bowed. The Ancestral Elder closed his eyes again and gradually disappeared from the throne.
Mo Wanfeng supported his injured body and went forward to help Mo Xiaochuan up. Another child ran out from behind Mo Wanfeng and fearfully looked at the bloodstains on Mo Xiaochuan's body. He clenched his fist and said, "Big brother Xiaochuan, I will definitely become an alchemist grandmaster in the future. If you get beaten up again, I will be able to help you treat it."
Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head. Although his injuries were heavy, it was not as painful as the knife twisting in his heart.
"Hua Yuan, let's go."
Mo Wanfeng carried Mo Xiaochuan and left the torture chamber.
Behind him came the clamor of discussion as the Mo Clan people left. If not for Mo Xiaochuan's special identity, he wouldn't have called the entire clan for a meeting.
A sinister expression appeared on Mo Kebei's face. He looked at Mo Wanfeng's back for a long time without saying anything.
When everyone left, only a supreme elder was left. It was the one who spoke earlier, Mo Kebei's father, Mo Pingxi. He looked at his son in deep thought and asked doubtfully, "What are you thinking about?"
Mo Kebei said, "Father, the Ancestral Elder spoils Mo Xiaochuan too much. He actually let him off for the third time. This is really hard to accept. "
Mo Pingxi said, "This is the Ancestral Elder's decision. Who dares to disagree? As the patriarch, you just need to follow the law. As long as you don't resort to trickery, no one will say anything wrong. "
Mo Kebei sighed, "That may be so, but this is such a good opportunity. Mo Wanfeng almost crippled his own cultivation. In that kind of crisis, the Ancestral Elder actually saved him. Just what level is the Ancestral Elder's cultivation at? "
Mo Pingxi's face also showed fear. He paced back and forth in the empty hall and finally said, "The Ancestral Elder's cultivation is too high. You don't need to guess. Even if Mo Wanfeng's cultivation is still there, he won't be a threat to you. Mo Xiaochuan's aptitude is mediocre and has failed to live up to his father's bravery. Their bloodline will not be able to rise again in the next few hundred years. You can be a good patriarch now. But I want to tell you that power and wealth are but fleeting clouds. Only the martial dao is the ultimate goal of our generation. "
"Yes, this child will follow father's teachings."
Mo Kebei humbly lowered his head and the two also disappeared from the hall.
Night, in the Mo Clan's courtyard.
Mo Xiaochuan knelt on an iron protrusion. The hundreds of hooks on the protrusion were all inserted into his tender knees. The ground was covered in blood.
Mo Wanfeng's expression was cold as he looked at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes filled with indescribable loneliness.
Mo Huayuan's heart trembled as he looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs. He grabbed Mo Wanfeng's leg and begged, "Father, big brother Xiaochuan has already suffered such heavy injuries. Don't punish him anymore."
Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away and shouted, "Scram! If you keep making trouble, I'll kneel with you!"
Mo Huayuan cried and begged from afar, not daring to come closer.
Under the moonlight, Mo Xiaochuan's face twisted in pain, but he still forced himself to be strong and squeezed out a smile. "Huayuan, this has nothing to do with you. It's not my first time kneeling on an iron protrusion. It's very comfortable, it's also a kind of cultivation. "
Mo Wanfeng shook his head as he listened. He raised his head and stared into the endless night, muttering to himself, "Today is the time of the Grain Rain, if I'm not wrong. If I'm not wrong, that person should be coming. Why is he still nowhere to be seen? "
Mo Xiaochuan's brows had long since twisted in pain. He asked in confusion, "Uncle Wanfeng, what did you say?"
Mo Wanfeng said, "Back then, when your father was still alive, he made a promise with someone to meet at Black Iron City under the bright moon during the Grain Rain this year. Now that the time has come, why is he still nowhere to be seen?"
Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand and pointed at a huge cassia tree in the courtyard. "Is it that person?"
Mo Wanfeng was shocked. He suddenly raised his head and saw a shadow flashing on the cassia tree. A white figure shuttled back and forth under the moonlight. A hearty laughter accompanied by a poem descended.
"Where is the wisp of a heroic soul? The sound of harmony does not see the old friend. The morning wind blows the willows and the waning moon. That year, Misty Snow entered my arms in my dreams. "
The white figure stepped on the moonlight that flowed like water and soared into the sky. He seemed to be one with his surroundings, like a celestial being of the moon in the dark night, leisurely descending.
His face had a touch of loneliness as he sighed. "I just found out today that Mo Dou Chen is dead. I didn't think this trip to Black Iron City would be in vain."
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