"She's not crazy. You're the one who's crazy." A clear voice rang out from inside the room. Mo Qingkuang's slender figure, who was already dressed neatly, appeared by the door.
He looked guiltily at Mo Shan, who was twisting his body in a strange posture, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He choked and said, "Father, I've made you worried."
Mo Shan rubbed his eyes which were blurred by tears and looked carefully at his son who was unharmed and full of vitality.
He strode toward Mo Qingkuang and tried to caress his son's face with his trembling hands, but he didn't dare to touch his son's face.
He was afraid that his hand would grab at nothing, scared that his resurrected son would pop like a bubble.
Mo Qingkuang's face was filled with tears as he grabbed his father's hand and pressed it against his face, "Father, I'm alive!"
Mo Shan felt the warmth of his son's body and hugged Mo Qingkuang tightly. He said excitedly, "It's a blessing that you're alive! It's good that you're alive!"
When everyone saw Mo Qingkuang walking and talking, looking as if he wasn't on his deathbed a few moments ago, and weak— in fact, he looked even stronger than before!—
Shocked them so much that no one could speak.
Just now, they had thought that the matter was already set in stone, and they were in a hurry to show their loyalty to Mo Hai and Mo Qingfeng. They had even said a lot of bad things about Mo Qingkuang. Wouldn't that mean…
"Congratulations, Clan Head, congratulations, Young Clan Head! The young master is safe and sound. It's really a blessing to our clan!" All the elders knelt down, leaving Mo Hai, Mo Qingfeng, and a few of their hardcore supporters standing, not knowing what to do.
Mo Qingkuang did not have the chance to take advantage of these fence-sitters. He slowly broke free from his father's embrace and walked in front of Mo Hai, "Great Elder, are you very disappointed that your little nephew didn't die?"
A few moments ago, he had forced Mo Shan to abdicate. The hatred in Mo Qingkuang's heart was still vivid in his mind.
"H-how could that be? As your uncle, I'm naturally happy that the Eldest Young Master is safe and sound!" Mo Hai forced a smile and said with great difficulty.
Mo Qingkuang nodded noncommittally and looked at Mo Qingfeng, "Cousin Qingfeng, I'm very sorry that I couldn't let you ascend to the position of becoming the young master."
Mo Qingfeng looked at Mo Qingkuang with a stiff expression, then glanced at the elders who were kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness.
'What Mo Clan's blessing? They were complimenting me a few moments ago!'
The resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was completely triggered by the difference between heaven and earth.
His blood-red eyes glared at Mo Qingkuang, and he pointed at him and said in exasperation, "Mo Qingkuang! You often bully men and women, and your morality is corrupt! You're not worthy of the position of the young master!"
"Qingfeng, don't talk nonsense!" Mo Hai quickly stopped him. Mo Qingkuang had been resurrected, and the situation was already set in stone. He won't let Mo Qingfeng offend him to death. Otherwise, they would really have no place left in the Mo Clan.
However, Mo Qingfeng had already sunk into madness. Endless hatred had swallowed his rationality. He shouted without care, "Your foundation has been destroyed, so you are no different than a cripple! How can you lead our Mo Clan to glory in the future? I'm not convinced. The position of the young master should be occupied by someone more capable. I want to challenge you!"
"Oh? You want to challenge me? You've been the young master for a few minutes, and you want to bolster your courage that you have suppressed for more than ten years?" Mo Qingkuang looked at him playfully.
"Do you dare to accept this challenge? If you lose, you have to hand over your title to me!" Mo Qingfeng didn't believe that the severely injured Mo Qingkuang, who was on the verge of death, was still alive. He must have eaten some kind of medicine to recover!
The current Mo Qingkuang was definitely not his match!
"Nonsense! Qingkuang has just recovered, how can he fight you? Qingfeng, do you want to be kicked out of the clan that badly?" Mo Shan said angrily when saw his nephew taking advantage of his son's weak state.
Mo Qingkuang's strength was far above Mo Qingfeng's. However, he had just recovered. Moreover, he had just risen from the dead! Something could go wrong.
It wasn't that he felt sorry for the position of the Clan Head, but he was afraid that Mo Qingkuang would be hurt again.
"Do you dare? Do you dare!?" Mo Qingfeng turned a deaf ear to his uncle. His blood-red eyes stared solely at Mo Qingkuang as if he wanted to tear him apart.
"Alright. I'll play with you." Mo Qingkuang smiled disdainfully and agreed.
The entire place was in an uproar. Mo Qingkuang, who had just recovered from his death, dared to accept the challenge.
"Young Master, why don't we wait for two days and fight later when your body recovers?" Immediately, an elder who wanted to show his loyalty advised.
Mo Qingkuang shook his head and gave his father a reassuring look.
"It's fine. I feel no pressure to deal with him."
"Alright! Mo Qingkuang, do you still think that you are the same as before? You are no longer the number one genius of Celesouth City! You are no longer the guaranteed disciple of the Origin Sword Sect! You were beaten up like a dead dog by that country bumpkin, Lin Yang!"
"Ha. Ha." Mo Qingkuang looked at him coldly, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
"Let's go! Go to the Martial Arts arena!" Mo Qingfeng shouted.
"No need. There's no need for such a big show to deal with you." Mo Qingkuang said lightly.
"Hmph, you're all talk!" Mo Qingfeng snorted angrily and threw a punch at Mo Qingkuang in exasperation.
"He's a grade eight Martial Artist now. Qingfeng is hiding his strength. He's no different from the Young Master's level and he uses Young Master's weakened state to his advantage." Seeing Mo Qingfeng's attack, some sharp-eyed elders could immediately dissect his strength.
However, they did not know that Mo Qingkuang had been resurrected by the Soul Returning Talisman and that his body had completely recovered. The meridians in his body had long broken through to Martial Master. After his resurrection, Qingkuang automatically advanced to the Martial Master level.
Looking at Mo Qingfeng's all-out attack, it was like a child playing house.
'As a grade eight Martial Artist, is this all you have? You're still far from beating me!'
He easily dodged Mo Qingfeng's attack and casually slapped Mo Qingfeng's chest.
The strong wind caused Mo Qingkuang's robes to flutter. Mo Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew far away. He crashed into the wall and fainted.
"That force! The Young Master has entered the Martial Master realm!" When the elders saw this, they felt a lingering fear.
Not only did Mo Qingkuang not suffer from any serious injuries that would affect his foundation, he even took a step forward and stepped into the Martial Master realm!
A sixteen-year-old Martial Master. Such a genius was extremely rare even in a colossus like the Origin Sword Sect in the Tianxuan Kingdom!
They had just slandered him in order to curry favor with Mo Qingfeng! They were courting death!
"Our Young Master is mighty!" The cheers resounded throughout the courtyard.
Mo Hai quickly rushed to Qingfeng's side and pinched his heart. "Feng'er, are you okay?"
Mo Qingkuang waved his hand lazily, "Don't worry. I didn't kill him. I only broke two of his ribs."
"Mo Qingkuang, you!" Mo Hai's eyes were wide open, and he wished he could skin Mo Qingkuang alive.
"Mo Hai, Qingfeng challenged him himself. Life and death are of no concern. It's good enough that Kuang'er didn't kill him." Mo Shan was pleasantly surprised and stood in front of Mo Qingkuang in a flash to prevent Mo Hai from jumping at his son.
In fact, Mo Qingkuang could have easily killed Mo Qingfeng. He had the intention to kill him as well. However, Mo Qingfeng was the descendant of Mo Fan as well. He was afraid of offending his ancestor, so he decided not to.
"Great Elder, although I am arrogant and despotic, I will not kill my own kind. As long as Qingfeng is obedient and does not harbor unrealistic fantasies, he will be treated as usual." Mo Qingkuang said softly. This way, his ancestor probably wouldn't blame him.
"Thank you for your mercy, Eldest Young Master." Mo Hai said through gritted teeth.
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave with Mo Qingfeng in his arms.
"Wait, First Elder."
Mo Hai could only stop when he heard Mo Qingkuang's words.
"I used to like everyone calling me Eldest Young Master because I thought it sounded nice and imposing," Mo Qingkuang said calmly. "However, I'm still the young master of the Mo Clan. I hope that First Elder will pay attention to how you address me in the future, to avoid arousing other people's negative thoughts."
Mo Hai's chest heaved up and down. Was this brat trying to mock him?
However, as he was now, the situation was not good for him to act out. He could only grit his teeth and endure it. "Yes, Young Master."
[Ding! The host has completed the mission to save the clan. The reward is the 'Wild Wind Falling Leaves Technique'.]