Chen Mo hurriedly rushed to the Chen Mansion after parting with Zhao Hu, holding a clump of his own long hair he had cut earlier and forcefully throwing it at the gate of the mansion.
This familiar scene attracted the attention of everyone, and the two guards rushed back to report, repeating the same thing.
Chen Mo held Zhao Hu's talisman knife and questioned Chen De Wang whether he deliberately let his brother kill him, adding oil and vinegar to the previous night's story. The latter was terrified, wishing he could beat to death Chen Guang, the traitor son.
Chen De Wang hurried to soothe Chen Mo and produced a compensation of ten thousand taels of silver. Although his heart was bleeding, if the news that his second son had hired a killer to murder his third son were to spread, his reputation would be thoroughly tarnished.
Chen Mo also knew how to be discreet. After receiving the ten thousand taels of silver tickets, he explained it as an misunderstanding and dispersed the crowd. He picked up his chopped off hair and put it into his chest, to be used next time.
When Chen De Wang saw Chen Mo put away his chopped hair, his eyes were full of anger, but he immediately realized that the ten thousand taels of silver had just been used to clean up his second son's mess. He couldn't help but feel angry and made someone call for Chen Guang to appear in the hall, and also requested Xu Cheng to bring out the family rules of the Chen family.
This is how the scene unfolded after Chen Guang returned from Zhao Hu's house.
After leaving the Chen Mansion, Chen Mo rushed straight to the city gate, where he encountered Zhao Hu, who had just left the Chen family.
"Did you finish the job?"
Chen Mo glanced at Zhao Hu, at his mother in his arms, and at Zhao Qingling beside him, and asked.
Zhao Hu nodded slightly, without saying much. Chen Mo did not ask further, as he believed that Zhao Hu would not leave any problems for himself because he was concerned about his mother and sister.
"Third Young Master, my name is Zhao Qingling,"
Zhao Qingling stepped out from beside Zhao Hu, bowed deeply to him, "I have heard from my brother about last night's incident. Thank you for your hospitality, Third Young Master. Your kindness is a great favor that Qingling will definitely find a way to repay..."
"Ha, you don't need to think about anything else. Just live your life well. By the way, you're not young anymore. Do you want to learn literature or martial arts?"
Chen Mo asked with a smile.
Zhao Qingling lowered her head, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "I attended private school for two years when I was young, but I wasn't good at reading. I want to be a warrior like my brother, but as the saying goes, 'rich in literature and poor in martial arts'. If I want to learn martial arts...".
"Ha ha, you don't need to worry about that. Last night, I promised your brother that I will fully support you whether you want to study literature or martial arts."
"Really?"
Zhao Qingling heard this and couldn't help but jump excitedly. Although the Zhao family had many properties in the past, most of them were wasted by the father. Now, the mother was seriously ill, and the brother's official position was gone. She had planned to learn martial arts, but she didn't have any money. In fact, learning martial arts might only burden the family further.
Zhao Qingling had already decided to find a job in the capital to supplement the family's expenses. Chen Mo's strong support undoubtedly shone a ray of light on her otherwise dim future...
"Thank you, Third Young Master, for your great kindness."
Zhao Qingling and Zhao Hu siblings answered in unison, "Thank you, Third Young Master, for your great kindness." Zhao's mother was seriously ill and spoke with difficulty, but she still forced herself to speak and say thank you to Chen Mo in order to express her gratitude.
Upon his return from the capital, two more people were added to the quadrangle, both in uniforms of the Zhen Wu Sir, one of whom Chen Mo recognized - Pei Nan Jiang.
"The people are here, and now you can follow me to leave."
Long Ao Tian sat on the newly bought stone stool, seeing Chen Mo and his group return, he casually spat out a sentence.
"Let me settle them down first. We can leave today."
Chen Mo instructed Zhao Hu to take care of Zhao's mother, then summoned Fu Bo to treat her illness. Afterward, he said goodbye to the three daughters, Liu Wu Xing.
Liu Wu Xin nervously clutched the hem of her skirt and looked at Chen Mo with a bittersweet expression. She worried that Chen Mo would not return and that he was also aware of her thoughts. He rubbed her hair behind her, "Don't worry, this trip will only take about seven days, and when I come back, I will always be with you..."
Liu Wu Xin nodded slightly, blushing slightly and lowering her head.
Seeing this, Little Bean (Xiao Dou Ding) ran excitedly to Chen Mo's front, "Big Brother, I want to pat your head too."
Chen Mo was helpless, touched Little Bean's head and the latter happily smiled before running outside to play with insects.
"Pei Brother, I leave the place in your hands for the next few days."
Fang Bai bowed and offered his gratitude to Pei Nanjiang, who gently waved his hand, "It's my duty, there's no need to thank me. Moreover, you got into trouble because you helped me with the Zhen Wu Sir. How could I just watch you in difficulty?"
"Then it's really troublesome for you, Brother Pei."
Chen Mo bowed and expressed his gratitude once again.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu are both martial artists, but their strength is not as impressive as Pei Nanjiang's. However, they have great potential for development. Chen Mo instructed them to focus on improving themselves during this time and that they could safely entrust the security to Pei Nanjiang.
After everything was settled, Chen Mo turned around and walked to the front door, where Long Ao Tian had been waiting for a long time.
"Is that so? Seeing your look, it seems that you are still a bit worried?"
When Long Ao Tian saw Chen Mo coming out with a furrowed brow, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you worried that they might be spies hidden within the Zhen Wu Sir?"
"I've said before, I have absolute trust in Pei Nanjiang. As for the other person, I'm sure you have carefully selected him. I believe they won't betray us from behind. But, I worry about their strength. The man who tried to kill me last night was a seventh-level martial artist who has been defeated. I'm worried that the next time a stronger martial artist will come."
"You don't need to worry about that. Pei Nanjiang and the other two are only visible guards on the surface. In reality, there are even stronger protectors behind the scenes."
"Oh? What level of cultivation are they?"
"This is none of your concern. As long as your friends are safe, that's enough. Let's talk about the place we're going to next. I don't have much time, so let's go directly to the destination."
"Eastward for three hundred li, Fengshan Mountain Range"
The capital, Ning Wang's residence.
A young gentleman in white robes, gracefully dressed, listened to his subordinates' report, his face becoming increasingly dark. His delicate hands heavily slapped on the tabletop. "Squeak" one, the tabletop cracked and turned into powder.
"Idiots, all of you. That Chen Mo, a worthless individual with no cultivation, and even not a cultivator. He has only one ninth-level cultivator under his command and still gets killed by the seventh-level cultivator? What use do I have for your lazy asses in my Ning Wang's residence?"
The young man in white robes is called Long Hua, the prince of Ning Wang's residence.
The Tianlong Dynasty implements the system of fiefdoms. Although the Zhen Wu Sir is strong, the princes have their own fiefdoms and armies, which are self-sufficient. When their power becomes too great, they can rebel under the guise of clearing the side of the emperor. To prevent such events from happening, since the reign of the former emperor, it has been mandatory for the princes' sons to come to the capital under the pretext of studying.
It's said to be for learning, but in reality, they are hostages.
Long Hua was unwilling to be confined in this vast capital. He had long wanted his father to overthrow the emperor and rule on his own, but unfortunately, his father's Magical Person plan failed, and even the jailbreak scheme Long Hua had personally planned was shattered.
Long Hua hates Chen Mo with a passion, dreaming of eliminating this meddlesome troublemaker.
"This matter failed because the Zhen Wu Sir interfered. As for you, Your Highness, Chen Mo has now joined the Zhen Wu Sir and has even specially summoned two high-level cultivators from the Zhen Wu Sir to maintain order. However, don't worry, I have already sent a sixth-level cultivator. I'm sure tonight's Chen Mo will definitely not see tomorrow's sun."
The old servant standing behind Long Hua smiled faintly and said.
Long Hua nodded slightly, "I hope as you say..."
Before the words fell, a figure like a ghost flew into the hall, and the old servant quickly rushed out to block Long Hua's way. Seeing that it was one of their own, he relaxed his guard.
"What is it?"
The person, drenched in sweat, pointed towards the door and said urgently, "High, high-level sixth-grade cultivator... He died before even entering the Chen family's gate..."
"What?"
The old servant's old and turbid eyes suddenly became clear, and his eyes showed more fear. "Who could it be?"
"No, I couldn't see anything. The sixth-level cultivator didn't even have time to react before his head was separated from his body. Too strong, too strong..."
The man had a face full of terror, as if he had seen a ghost. He was still trembling, and fear seemed to be something he couldn't shake off.
"Five levels, or four levels? Such high-level warriors from the Zhen Wu Sir, who would go to guard that kid? The person behind him must have a complicated identity. Prince Hua, I think we should not act lightly in the near future. Otherwise, we might end up getting burned."
The old servant sighed softly, his tone filled with helplessness.
With anger, Long Hua slammed his hand on the wall next to him, angrily, before sighing, "That's all we can do."
