“Prince Rong’s Mansion, Mo Wenshen!” The black-clothed swordsman appeared above Cloud Sky, stepping down in front of the old man. His long narrow eyes flashed with a cold gaze as he glared icily at the old man.
Although the old man’s eyes flickered, he wasn’t intimidated by the name Mo Wenshen. Yet, the mere mention of “Prince Rong” caused him to tremble all over.
Prince Rong, one of the Four Great Princes of the current Central Holy Nation, holds one of the highest and most powerful positions within the nation.
It’s no exaggeration to say that in today’s Central Holy Nation, aside from the reigning Emperor, the Four Great Princes wield boundless authority.
The old man composed his expression and slowly cupped his fist, saying, “May I dare to ask, Sir, are you truly from Prince Rong’s Mansion?”
Mo Wenshen glanced at him, casually tossing out a token that hovered in mid-air.
The old man fixed his gaze on it and saw the token was entirely purple-gold, inscribed with four large characters in gold script: “Prince Rong’s Mansion.”
This is a unique token from Prince Rong’s Mansion, not easily granted to warriors. Typically, the warriors who possess a Prince Rong’s Mansion token are close confidants of Prince Rong.
Upon seeing Mo Wenshen throw out this token, the old man determined that this person must be a confidant of Prince Rong.
The old man’s face immediately broke into a smile, cupping his fists as he shouted, “I didn’t know the lord had come to Tai Cang County on official business. Is there anything you might need our Tai Cang County’s assistance with? If so, I will immediately go back and notify the Governor. Our Tai Cang County will certainly strive to aid you!”
Mo Wenshen said coldly, “These people are from Prince Rong’s Mansion. Yet, your Tai Cang County dared to lay hands on people from Prince Rong’s Mansion. Go back and ask Tai Cang County’s Governor if he wants his position or not?”
The old man’s face tensed, quickly saying, “Oh lord, oh lord, this truly is a case of the flood washing into the Dragon King’s temple! We didn’t know they were from Prince Rong’s Mansion. It was all a misunderstanding, and we’ll leave immediately, we’ll leave immediately!”
Mo Wenshen said expressionlessly, “Scram!”
“Yes, yes, yes, we’re leaving at once, leaving at once!” The old man quickly apologized, taking his men and horses, departing from the Dense Forest.
Only then did Mo Wenshen’s gaze turn to Fang Yiyun and Wen Jia and the others.
Fang Yiyun naturally recognized Mo Wenshen, who once allied with Lin Duo and was dubbed the Eighteen Immortals of Peach Mountain.
At that time, Fang Yiyun, Mo Wenshen, and Lin Duo all studied as disciples at the East Continent Academy.
But later, Fang Yiyun insisted on competing with Lin Duo, causing damage to his Daoist Heart. Over the decades, his cultivation did not progress, thus his cultivation now does not compare to Mo Wenshen’s.
Mo Wenshen looked at Fang Yiyun, saying in a low voice, “Fang Yiyun, long time no see.”
Fang Yiyun chuckled lightly, “Yes, Mo Wenshen, since we parted at East Continent, it must be over a dozen years since we’ve last met.”
Mo Wenshen chuckled lightly, “I’ve visited the East Continent Academy before and once thought of seeking you out for a drink, but you seemed to always avoid me!”
Fang Yiyun sighed, cupping his fists as he said, “Thank you for your assistance today. I, Fang Yiyun, will keep this kindness in my heart.”
“Heh!” Mo Wenshen sneered, “Fang Yiyun, don’t think so highly of yourself. Back in the day, we never considered you in our eyes!”
“And my intervention today isn’t for you!”
“It’s for him!”
Mo Wenshen looked at Wen Jia behind Fang Yiyun.
Wen Jia was stunned, “For me?”
Mo Wenshen’s face softened into a gentle smile, stepping forward in front of Wen Jia, with a reassuring smile saying, “I didn’t expect you to have grown so much. I’m your Uncle Mo!”
Wen Jia was lost in thought, looking towards Fang Yiyun.
Fang Yiyun said coldly, “Mo Wenshen, what exactly is it that you want?”
Mo Wenshen looked at Fang Yiyun and said, “I didn’t know there was a surviving son from Wen Cheng. Now that I know, I naturally must take good care of my brother’s son. Today, I’ve come to take him to Prince Rong’s Mansion, where I will assist him in his cultivation. You needn’t worry!”
“Wen Jia, follow me!”
Mo Wenshen said with a smile.
Wen Jia was stunned, looking towards Fang Yiyun, worriedly asking, “Master, what should I do?”
Mo Wenshen said, “Wen Jia, don’t you want to know the cause of your parents’ deaths? Why did they die? Why did you become an orphan, suffering in the Zhexian City within East Continent Academy? Don’t you want to know all of this?”
“Don’t you want to know who brought you to such a plight?”
“Don’t you want to avenge your parents?”
Mo Wenshen’s series of questions deeply intrigued Wen Jia.
Fang Yiyun said coldly, “Wen Jia, don’t listen to him. Some things, I will tell you later.”
Mo Wenshen chuckled lightly, “What Fang Yiyun tells you isn’t the truth. Otherwise, he would have told you already!”
“And I, your father and I were sworn brothers, don’t you trust me?”
“If you don’t believe me, you can go to East Continent and ask. Those older warriors from East Continent, have they ever heard of the Eighteen Immortals of Peach Mountain, or have they heard of me, Mo Wenshen, and your father, Wen Cheng?”
Mo Wenshen said towards Wen Jia.
Wen Jia’s expression was hesitant. He was no longer the naive young man who had just left Zhexian City.
Now, Wen Jia’s cultivation had reached the Fifth Level of the Life-and-Death Realm, and he had witnessed many unusual occurrences under Fang Yiyun’s guidance.
“Uncle Mo, do you really know the cause of my parents’ deaths?” Wen Jia asked curiously.
Mo Wenshen said, “Not only do I know, but I also know your parents’ enemies are still alive!”
“If you want revenge, you must follow me!”
“I will teach you cultivation, teach you sword skill, and teach you the ability for revenge!”
Mo Wenshen declared firmly.
Wen Jia nodded, “Okay, I’ll go with you!”
Fang Yiyun shouted, “Wen Jia!”
Wen Jia looked guiltily at Fang Yiyun, saying, “Master, I must go!”
“Master’s kindness to me is deep as the sea; Wen Jia will never forget it for a lifetime!”
“But similarly, Wen Jia will not forget the death of his parents. Now that I’ve encountered Uncle Mo and have the clues to my parents’ cause of death, I naturally must pursue it!”
“Rest assured, Master, once I have investigated the cause of my parents’ death and avenged them, I will come back to continue cultivating with Master.”
Wen Jia said guiltily, looking at Fang Yiyun.
Fang Yiyun shook his head and said, “Wen Jia, don’t go with Mo Wenshen!”
Mo Wenshen looked somewhat displeased towards Fang Yiyun, saying coldly, “Fang Yiyun, why are you even more annoying than before?”
“Uncle Mo, let’s go!” Wen Jia walked to Mo Wenshen’s side.
Mo Wenshen smiled slightly, taking Wen Jia, soaring into Cloud Sky, disappearing beyond the horizon.
“Wen Jia!” Fang Yiyun shouted hoarsely towards the direction Mo Wenshen and Wen Jia left.
At this moment, Changsun Yun said, “Master, just let Wen Jia go. If Wen Jia can avenge his parents, it’s a good thing!”
Fang Yiyun smiled bitterly, “A good thing? I don’t see it! This Mo Wenshen, his mind is as cunning as a fox. He comes to take Wen Jia now with surely another agenda...”
“Why do I feel a storm is about to hit?”

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