"It's me, Owner of the Manor, what can I do for you?" A slightly arrogant voice came through the phone.
"Here's the thing, I have an urgent matter to discuss with the Ancestor. Does the Ancestor have any spare time?" Pang Wenjun asked. Even if Little Pang was flaunting his tight relationship with the Ancestor, Pang Wenjun dared not say anything.
"The Ancestor just got out of his cultivation, please wait for a moment," the other party answered.
Suddenly, a voice came through the phone, "It's me. What can I do for you?"
"Ancestor, there is a man named Mo Batian, who claims to be a friend of Pang Xinliang's Ancestors, and he even gave you a nickname. I doubt his authenticity; he is either a liar or an infiltrator from our enemy," said the exasperated Pang Wenjun.
Pang Wenjun only knew that Pang Xinliang was an ancestor's name. As for Pang Xiangliang's nickname, nobody would tell him.
"Click." Pang Wenjun felt a brief interruption from the phone. He then ceased to hear the Ancestor speak.
It was over. The Ancestor must be too angry to continue the phone call.
Hmph, I'll go catch this Mo Huasong right now. Pang Wenjun turned and walked towards Mo Huasong, signaling Pang Yishan in the distance to bring people over to deal with Mo Huasong together.
Seeing the Owner of the Manor's signal to start acting, Pang Yishan excitedly led his people over.
However, at that moment, a gust of wind blew by, and an old man in a black robe stood before them.
This man seemed to be a few years older than Pang Wenjun, but the indescribable vicissitudes on his face were something Pang Wenjun didn't have.
As soon as this man appeared, the nearby aura seemed to be pushed back, almost knocking the members of the Pang family off their feet.
"Ancestor," shouted Pang Yishan. Upon seeing the old man, he knelt down in fear.
As Pang Wenjun was about to kneel down, Pang Xiangliang waved his hand: "All of you step back; I have something to discuss with him."
Pang Wenjun did not hesitate, and immediately led his people to retreat far away.
"Are you Little Pang?" Mo Huasong coldly looked at Pang Xiangliang.
This so-called Ancestor is nothing more than a half-step Innate Realm buffoon, worth nothing in the Cultivation Realm.
This is the difference between Practicing Martial Arts and Cultivating.
"Are you referring to me as Pang, the Little Dish?" Pang Xiangliang asked carefully.
Despite Mo Huasong being considerably younger, Pang Xiangliang didn't dare to be rude.
Mo Huasong said, "Yes, you bearing the name Pang. Moreover, I don't have a lot of time to chat with you. Pang Xinliang asked me to relay a message to you. The cultivation spot he used to sit at has a protruding part. Turn it three times to the left, then turn it four times to the right. Step back three meters and an entrance to a secret chamber will appear. Inside is the last layer of Martial Arts technique of the Pang family."
"Mr. Mo, so you truly are a man sent by my Ancestor." Pang Xiangliang shed tears of joy, his body trembling.
After so many years, all those old people from the Pang family who knew him as Little Pang were long gone. Only he himself knew this name.
Moreover, only he had access to the cultivation room behind the Pang family's manor. Even his servants were barred entry.
Ever since Pang Xinliang mysteriously disappeared, Pang Xiangliang has forbidden anyone to enter for fear of having the artifacts and secret techniques practiced by Pang Xinliang destroyed.
Therefore, even Little Pang himself had no idea there was a small protruding point at his usual spot.
Now that Mo Huasong had directly mentioned this, could Pang Xiangliang not be excited?
The Martial Arts technique of the Pang family had a total of ten levels. While the Owner of the Manor was only at the ninth level, the tenth level had always been with the Ancestor.
Because he lacked the tenth-level Martial Arts technique, Pang Xiangliang had been stagnating at the half-step Innate Realm for many years, unable to fully breakthrough.
That's right, what Mo Huasong said was all true. These were all top secrets that no one else could possibly know.
Fortune had finally smiled upon them! The Ancestor eventually sent someone to them. Pang Xiangliang was besides himself with joy and excitement.
Pang Xiangliang considered Mo Huasong to be one of Pang Xinliang's subordinates. If he knew that Pang Xiangliang was actually a subordinate of Mo Huasong, he would probably drop dead in fright.
However, even considering that Mo Huasong was a subordinate of Pang Xinliang, Pang Xiangliang dared not offend Mo Huasong.
It's worth noting that back then, Pang Xiangliang was merely Pang Xinliang's servant, his status was low, and he was not comparable to any of Pang Xinliang's subordinates.
"Mr. Mo, please wait a moment for me, I'll be back shortly," said Pang Xiangliang reverently. Then he turned his head and shouted to Pang Wenjun in the distance, "Pang Wenjun, you better be a good host to Mr. Mo. If you upset him, I'll twist your head off."
Mo Huasong responded impatiently, "Little Pang, I don't have time to linger here, I'm leaving."
"No, Mr. Mo, please wait a moment, I still owe you my gratitude," Pang Xiangliang said hastily, desperate to return the cultivation room.
"Thank me?" A thought flashed through Mo Huasong's mind. He had just been reborn and was in dire need of resources. "Then hurry up, otherwise, I'll leave."
"Yes, I'll be back soon." Pang Xiangliang ran toward the back, his figure disappearing in a fleeting wind.
Pang Wenjun returned, secretly shivering in shock. The Ancestor's martial arts skills had grown significantly stronger; he was likely on the verge of breaking through to the Innate Realm.
Having received Pang Xiangliang's instructions, Pang Wenjun dared not neglect Mo Huasong, quickly walked over, trembling as he made polite conversation.
"Does the Pang family villa have any elixirs or medicinal materials for cultivation?" Mo Huasong asked.
"Ah, we do have some," Pang Wenjun stammered, hesitant to reveal too much.
Joking aside, their Pang Family Villa was a prominent Martial Arts Sect; of course, they had significant cultivation resources available. However, Pang Wenjun was uncertain of the Ancestor's intentions and dared not tell the whole truth.
Upon hearing this, Mo Huasong became elated. He thought as long as there were cultivation resources, he could start cultivating.
It wasn't long before Pang Xiangliang returned, his joy unmistakable.
"Ancestor, is there some excellent news?" Pang Wenjun asked in a hushed voice.
"Wenjun, thanks to Mr. Mo. I have found the tenth level Martial Arts technique left by our Ancestor," Pang Xiangliang said excitedly.
The setup was incredibly meticulous. You had to follow those procedures, and as soon as you triggered it, you had to quickly move away for the trap to unlock.
Pang Xiangliang had obtained the Pang family's most important tenth-level Martial Arts technique after activating the mechanism. His promotion was imminent.
"What? Ancestor, is this true?" On hearing Pang Xiangliang say this, Pang Wenjun also began quivering with excitement.
For many years, because their villa had no Innate masters, the Pang family has remained stagnant in the Martial Arts Sect.
Now that they have obtained the tenth level Martial Arts technique of the Pang family, not only can the Ancestor be promoted to the Innate level, but he also has hopes.
"Mr. Mo, thank you." Pang Wenjun expressed his gratitude by bowing deeply to Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong had given the Pang family villa a huge gift; they were obligated to reciprocate.
Thinking of this, Pang Wenjun quickly pulled out a black card from his bosom and gave it to Mo Huasong, "Mr. Mo, this is a small token of our appreciation. It can be used anywhere in Zhanshai City."
Mo Huasong took the black card, which was engraved with a dragon on the front, unimpressed, and casually put it in his pocket.
This card did not resemble a bank card, nor was it labelled as a membership card for a particular place. It seemed useless.