"Regardless of who it is, anyone who insults my mother must die." Veins throbbed on Mo Huasong's right hand as he crushed his cell phone.
"Master, don't be angry." Sword Spirit appeared in the air, looking at Mo Huasong with pity.
Mo Huasong said to Sword Spirit, "Sword Spirit, I want you to go to the Capital City and kill Mo Huabai."
To kill Mo Huabai in such a distant place, now that his own strength was not very powerful after his rebirth, he would need the cooperation of Sword Spirit and the Thousand-mile Pursuing Curse.
"But, I don't have much energy right now. If I go to such a far away place, I might need to sleep for three months after I get back to regain some energy to help you." Sword Spirit said sadly, her little mouth pouting.
To cultivators, three months is but a blink of an eye. However, Sword Spirit was worried for Mo Huasong, noticing that his power was quite weak after his rebirth.
Mo Huasong had a spiritual connection with Sword Spirit. Feeling Sword Spirit's worry, he smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. After I fix this matter, I will start practicing the Divine Skill again, and soon I will be able to increase my power. Besides, these people are no threat to me."
Mo Huasong was not boasting. Although his current power wasn't strong, he could still cast a few minor spells, which was more than enough to handle these mundane martial artists.
"Alright, Master, please be careful." Sword Spirit reluctantly hung her head. She could not change the decisions of her master.
Mo Huasong asked Li Zitao, "Did Mo Huabai leave anything behind?"
"Yes, he gave me a gold pen last time he came to Zhanshai City. It's in my pocket." Li Zitao quickly replied.
Mo Huasong took the gold pen and killed Li Zitao with a wave of his hand.
Originally, Mo Huasong wanted to spare Li Zitao's life, but Mo Huabai's words had provoked him.
To avoid any danger to his mother, enemies like Li Zitao should not be allowed to live.
Mo Huasong placed the gold pen on the tea table in front of him, clasped his hands together, muttered an incantation softly, and energy fluctuated from his body.
After a moment, Mo Huasong's face turned pale, and cold sweat continuously flowed down his forehead.
However, Mo Huasong did not stop and continued to chant the incantation.
Suddenly, a ray of white light shot from Mo Huasong's body, briefly circled the gold pen, then shot straight up into the sky, disappearing quickly.
"Phew." Mo Huasong exhaled a murky breath, wiping off the sweat on his face.
Upon finishing the chant of the "Thousand-mile Pursuing Curse," he began to feel a little tired.
It appears that he needed to properly cultivate his body to strengthen it and not focus too much on creating auxiliary items.
In Capital City at the Mo family residence, Mo Huabai had no idea that Mo Huasong had hung up on him and was still mocking him through the phone, "Hahaha, Mo Huasong, you are quite hilarious, saying I will die? What can you possibly do if I insult your mother? How about I become your cheap stepfather first, and let others have their turn later."
"Hey, hey, Mo Huasong--" Mo Huabai noticed he had said a bunch of words without hearing an angry response from Mo Huasong, and then realized he had been cut off.
He couldn't help but yell out in anger, "Uncle Lin!"
A middle-aged man with an average build, around forty years old, leisurely stepped in and bowed, "Young Master Bai, what do you require?"
The man was called Mo Lin, a manager of the Mo family. His martial arts were advanced, having reached the eighth level of Acquired realm, and he was highly valued by the old master.
"I just received a call from Mo Huasong. It seems like he wants to kill Li Zitao. Give Zhanshai City a call, check if Li Zitao and his people are dead, and order someone to capture Mo Huasong." Mo Huabai laughed, "Oh, and Mo Huasong said he wanted to kill me, so ridiculous."
"Young Master Bai, rest assured, I'll make the call right now and send someone to check." Mo Lin hurriedly took out his cell phone to make the call.
Being one of the great families in the Capital City, the Mo family found it easy to instruct others to check minor news.
As for Mo Huasong's statement about wanting to kill Mo Huabai, Mo Lin simply dismissed it.
Forget about a waste like Mo Huasong, even the young masters from other families wouldn't dare to claim they could kill Mo Huabai.
You should know that the Mo family has numerous masters. Normally, whenever Mo Huabai is out and about, he's always followed by a great number of masters. Killing Mo Huabai would be even more difficult than reaching the sky.
"Young Master Bai, don't be angry. Mo Huasong can't possibly kill you. I think he's just trying to provoke you, nothing more," Mo Lin tried to reason with Mo Huabai.
Mo Huabai hissed angrily, "Also, get someone to find out where Wu Yuzhen is. Damn it, I'm going to capture that adulterous bitch, strip her naked, feed her with some date rape drugs, and let the men under our Mo family have a go at her."
After making a call, Mo Lin's frown deepened.
Wu Yuzhen was a person of the Wu family. If their Mo family sent people to capture her and treated her that way, would it be appropriate?
But Young Master Bai had already given such an order. If he didn't obey, he wouldn't have a good life in the future.
As Mo Lin was hesitating, it seemed as though a flash of white light suddenly shone into the room. Or perhaps the room had just become a bit brighter, there wasn't really any white light. But Mo Huabai, who was next to him, shivered and then slowly fell to the ground.
"Young Master Bai, what's wrong with you?" Mo Lin asked, flying to his side in shock.
When Mo Lin picked up Mo Huabai from the ground, he realized that he was no longer showing signs of life.
"Help! Get a doctor quickly! There's an assassin!" Mo Lin yelled out into the hallway.
For a moment, the Mo family was thrown into chaos.
Not long after, a raging roar echoed through the Mo family, "Find out who killed Huabai! I'm going to wipe out their entire family."
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After returning, Sword Spirit indeed had no energy left.
She glanced at Mo Huasong faintly then entered his body and fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Huasong didn't kill that woman, nor did he kill the two brothers of the Liu family. He overlooked these insignificant characters.
Mo Huasong activated his light body technique and flew out.
After using the Thousand-mile Pursuing Curse, Mo Huasong had expended a lot of strength. After flying only a few kilometers, he wasn't able to keep flying and floated back to the ground, slowly walking back.
The Earth was lacking in spiritual energy. In order to increase his physical strength quickly, he would need to use extraordinary natural resources to practice. Mo Huasong thought about this in his heart.
The medicinal ingredients he used for practice would probably be very expensive in places like pharmacies.
Wu Yuzhen brought him to Longxi County in Zhanshai City and did not use the name of the Mo family or the Wu family. They started a small company, and the business appeared to get tougher and tougher while being squeezed out by competitors.
Of course, after what happened last night, Mo Huasong thought that even if they did business properly, they would still be sabotaged by the likes of Mo Huabai.
No wonder his mother had been a capable businesswoman in the Wu family when she was younger.
But when they came to a place like Zhanshai City and started a small business, they didn't make money, the business deteriorated, and they incurred a lot of debt.
Li Zitao wanting to cling onto Mo Huabai, he must have leveraged the Li family's influence to make trouble for them.
The Li family, if I find out that you sabotaged my mother's company, I will settle this score with you.
Of course, Mo Huasong did not plan to use his mother's money to buy training materia. He was ready to find ways to earn money to buy them himself.
Suddenly, Mo Huasong stopped in his tracks and looked at the sign up ahead: "Pang Family Villa."
"Huh? Didn't that Little Pang who used to guard my door say his mundane home was called Pang Family Villa? And it was in Zhanshai City too," Mo Huasong muttered to himself.