The next morning at dawn.

    Chen Mo was still nestled in his quilt when a shout woke him. He opened his eyes, first glancing to either side, where Little Bean was sleeping soundly, completely unaffected. Liu Wu Xin had already risen, but upon seeing his gaze, her little face blushed slightly as she clutched the quilt to her cheeks, covering them.

    Her thoughts were still echoing in her head, Chen Mo's words from last night, to spend the rest of her life as compensation...

    Chen Mo pushed open the door, hurriedly arrived in the courtyard, but saw that Zhuang Long has restored some of the state, pulled out a sword, Zhao Hu injury has not yet recovered, the speed is slow on one, but also struggling to hold a knife into the courtyard.

    The long hair, tied high, was flying with the wind, the handsome lord in a white shirt, holding a folding fan and standing with his hands on his back in the courtyard. With Chen Mo's appearance, he slightly raised his eyes, his eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but it was soon suppressed by him.

    "Proud heaven brother, how did you come here?"

    Seeing it was Long Aotian, Chen Mo and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. After last night's incident, all were on edge, living in fear of danger.

    "The matter you told me yesterday, I have verified. Indeed, as you said, the king's injury was caused by improper cultivation, resulting in damaged meridians. Although he is now okay without serious harm, he may not be able to advance further; now, the king asks me if there is a solution for him. If there is, I will reward you; Chen Mo, did you say the gold cicada grass yesterday? Can it help me solve the king's problem?"

    Long Aotian casually approached Chen Mo with a grave expression. The latter nodded slightly and said, "Yes."

    "All right, I agree to the trade with you. Tell me where the gold cicada grass is, and I will give you the blood-dry grass and the Qiankun fruit."

    "That's not possible."

    "Are you trying to make a profit by sitting on the price?"

    Long Aotian frowned slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed across his face.

    "The location of the gold cicada grass is filled with danger. If you go alone, you will be in great danger. I need to accompany you."

    Chen Mo has no cultivation and is just an encumbrance, but he is familiar with the terrain. Taking him along can save a lot of trouble, and Long Aotian agreed without hesitation.

    However, Chen Mo still said no, and this time, Long Aotian was somewhat angry.

    Chen Mo pointed to the surroundings and said, "If I leave, what will you do here?"

    Just now, Long Aotian was anxious to find Chen Mo and had not had time to look around. Now, with Chen Mo's reminder, he noticed that everything around was in ruins. It was evident that there had been a fight last night here.

    "Someone wants to kill you?"

    Long Aotian's face sank, and he asked.

    "Alas, this is the karma I have sown."

    Chen Mo shook his head, helplessly sighed, "I informed the Ministry of Martial Arts about the prison break and prevented it, but as a result, I disrupted someone else's plan and got myself killed. If it weren't for Pei Jiangnan's intervention, you might only see a pile of corpses here today."

    "Their informants have infiltrated so deeply already?"

    Long Aotian's face was unnaturally cold, his grip on the fan tightened slightly, and his nails were pressed white.

    "It's my oversight that has involved you. I'll find someone to keep them safe. You can rest assured and come with me to set out."

    As Long Aotian spoke, he asked Chen Mo to bring him paper and pen, and wrote a letter himself before whistling towards the sky. Shortly after, a white dove spread its wings and flew over. He inserted the letter between the bird's foot and sent it away.

    "Then I'll trouble Brother Aotian. However, I have some trivial matters to go into town and need Brother Aotian to take care of them for me."

    Chen Mo bowed and made a gesture of respect.

    The latter slightly nodded, acknowledging the promise.

    Chen Mo summoned Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. This time, he was taking these two with him into the city. First, Zhao Hu would handle his family matters, and secondly, he would resolve his own family affairs.

    The Imperial Capital, West Street.

    In front of the dilapidated wooden house, sat a young man with a black eye and swollen face. Beside him were two bodyguards who were covered in injuries.

    The young man is Chen Mo's elder brother, Chen Guang.

    Before Chen Guang, Zhao Tian was trembling and kneeling, his eyes full of fear, and he secretly cursed Zhao Hu as a worthless fellow. "Killing someone is just a matter of one night, why hasn't he come back yet?"

    Zhao Qingling stayed in the wooden house to take care of her mother, but she was deeply worried about her eldest brother.

    A coughing sound occasionally came from the wooden house, which made Chen Guang rather irritated. He casually spat out, "Make her shut up."

    Zhao Tian heard this and immediately stood up, shouting towards the wooden house, "You dirty woman, cough enough already. Don't disturb Second Young Master. Otherwise, I'll kill you."

    "Zhao Tian, do you have any conscience? Mother is seriously ill. If you don't care, that's fine, but why do you treat her like this?"

    Zhao Qingling's eyebrows were raised, and she shouted angrily.

    "You're a worthless thing, how dare you speak to me like that! Don't call me by my name, and you've never had any manners. If your brother doesn't come back, I won't be able to pay my debts. Then I'll sell you to a brothel."

    Zhao Tian cursed after seeing Zhao Qingling still glaring at him. He immediately became furious, grabbed a broom next to him, and wanted to hit her.

    "Halt!"

    At this time, Zhao Hu's voice came from a distance. Zhao Tian was startled and quickly threw away the broom, excitedly turning around, "Zhao Hu, quickly tell Second Young Master, did you kill Chen Mo that little fellow?"

    Chen Guang raised his eyes, although he didn't speak, but his face was also full of expectation.

    "I didn't kill him, and I won't kill him. Chen Guang, I won't do your bidding."

    Zhao Hu spoke with dignity, giving no good face to Chen Guang. Upon hearing these words, Chen Guang's face turned black, and he turned his gaze towards Zhao Tian behind him.

    Zhao Tian was shocked in an instant, and then he raged, "You ungrateful son, Zhao Hu! If you don't kill him, do you want your father to be beaten to death?"

    "Your father owes a huge debt to the gambling house. If he doesn't pay it back, I can't guarantee what the gamblers will do to him. Zhao Hu, are you really going to abandon your father?"

    Chen Guang asked with a stern expression.

    "Whether he lives or dies is none of my business. From today on, I will cut off our father-son relationship. I want to take my mother and sister away. You can stop me, but on the condition that you can stop me."

    Zhao Hu entered the wooden house with a cold face, not giving Chen Guang a chance to continue speaking.

    "You really did have a good son."

    Chen Guang glared coldly at Zhao Tian, who knew that this was his chance to live. If Zhao Hu didn't kill, he would be killed, so he rushed into the wooden house and used both soft and hard means to try to make Zhao Hu yield.

    However, Zhao Tian underestimated Zhao Hu's determination. No matter what he said, it made no difference, and he was surprisingly beaten up by Zhao Hu.

    Seeing this situation, Chen Guang dared not stay any longer. He gloomily returned to the Chen Family mansion.

    "Damn, I just found a weakness in an eighth-grade martial artist, but he turned out to be so stubborn. Damn it, how can Chen Mo be so hard to kill?"

    Chen Guang held his face, thinking of the situation when he was beaten badly by Zhang Long one day, his heart filled with anger. He vowed that when the roles were reversed, he would make Zhang Long and Chen Mo know what it was like to be cruel.

    Just now, Chen Guang saw scattered crowds around him as he returned to the Chen family mansion, indicating that something had just happened here, drawing onlookers. The two guards at the gate whispered to each other upon seeing him.

    Chen Guang was somewhat curious and was about to ask the two guards what had happened when suddenly he saw a household servant calling him to go to the grand hall.

    In an instant, Chen Guang's face looked somewhat unsightly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. However, he had no choice but to force himself to hurry to the grand hall.

    The moment he arrived at the grand hall, Chen Guang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

    There, Chen Dewang had a gloomy face and a pair of cold eyes that seemed capable of killing. Next to him stood Zhao Cheng, his father's most reliable confidant. In his hand was a prickly vines weaving.

    The Chen family's disciplinary measures...