This was perhaps also the Mo family's fate. The Mo family head hadn't restrained his younger generation, and during this period they had beco increasingly arrogant, naturally provoking people they shouldn't have provoked.
As for how Guxing would encounter this, even if it was by chance, she was only within the First Academy Under Heaven and had never stepped outside of it. How could she et Mo family mbers?
Actually, this was also arranged by the Mo family head. Previously, to improve survival prospects, the Mo family had sent so promising mbers to the First Academy Under Heaven. Borrowing the Young Miss's reputation, one was actually selected, and this person went to find Guxing.
Because Guxing was a legend at the First Academy Under Heaven, there were still quite a few people who knew about Guxing's strength, as they had once caused trouble for her. Because of this, they all respected Guxing quite a bit.
This made that Mo family mber feel sowhat unbalanced inside, thinking that Guxing was just an abandoned child of the Mo family—what qualification did she have to be stronger than himself, this genius? Being selected to enter the First Academy Under Heaven, he was indeed a genius, but he didn't know his talent was barely adequate and thought "heaven is big, earth is big, but I am the biggest."
The reason he knew this news was actually because the Mo family wanted him to restrain himself and not offend people, but this backfired instead.
All of this seed destined, as events that shouldn't have happened occurred due to various coincidences. Everything seed to be arranged by the Mo family head himself—if he knew this, wouldn't he be spitting blood?
"This is nothing. I can bear it," Guxing looked at the Young Miss and said. She was waiting for the Young Miss to see what she would say.
"Can't this be resolved by other ans?" the Young Miss said with a bitter smile. What could she say? She knew everything she said would be useless. Once Guxing knew about this matter, such consequences were inevitable.
Originally, the Young Miss thought Guxing wouldn't know because Guxing had been in closed-door cultivation. When things cald down later, having Xiaoyao speak about it himself should resolve the matter.
She just hadn't expected this news to reach Guxing's ears so quickly—even when she hadn't left here yet. She didn't understand who had such fast speed to tell Guxing this news.
The Eldest Princess? That shouldn't be the case. If it were the Eldest Princess, then the Eldest Princess would definitely be here, not Guxing. In that case, she would have no way to stop this matter at all—at most, she could ask the Eldest Princess to save face and spare her grandfather's life.
The Young Miss had also specifically asked Third Miss Nangong to handle this matter carefully. The news should only reach Ning Zhiyuan's ears, and since Xiaoyao wasn't pursuing it and the Young Miss was also pleading earnestly, he had let the matter pass. It was better to leave it for Xiaoyao to handle himself.
Therefore, very few people should know about this matter—at least very few knew about it now. But why did Guxing, whose information network wasn't very well-inford, know about it?
If the Young Miss knew the answer at this mont, she would definitely be furious.
"Yes, cripple his martial arts, disband the Mo family, so he won't have the ability to trouble Xiaoyao again," the Young Miss nodded and gave another choice, but this choice seed even more painful than killing the Mo family head.
"You're dreaming. The Mo family will absolutely never be disbanded," the Mo family head imdiately roared in anger. At this mont, he had already forgotten that feeling of facing death just now. He now only had anger—anger because Guxing wanted to disband the Mo family, and anger because Guxing wanted to cripple his martial arts.
For martial artists, having their martial arts crippled was the most unacceptable thing—more painful than killing them directly. And as a family head, disbanding his own family was also unacceptable.
With both combined, no wonder the Mo family head was so furious.
"I don't need to dream. I can do it," Guxing's words were still as direct as always, equally unaffected by any factors. What she said, she would do.
"Mo Yu, what are you standing there for? Quickly capture this reckless crazy girl in front of us," the Mo family head forgot his lesson again and used his dignity to command the Young Miss.
"Dear grandfather, I can't do this," the Young Miss waved her hand and replied helplessly.
"Can't do it? You just don't want to do it, right? Don't forget, she wants to kill and destroy the Mo family. You're my granddaughter and also part of the Mo family. Are you just going to watch her do this?" the Mo family head roared.
At this mont, he was acting as the Young Miss's grandfather and had the right to shout these words. If it were other people or other matters, the Young Miss would obediently complete the task—this was a granddaughter's duty.
However, she couldn't do the current matter...
"Grandfather, I indeed don't want to do this, because she is my Seventh Sister. You don't acknowledge her, but I do," the Young Miss replied very directly. This kind of defiance wasn't her first or second ti—she was just like this. When encountering things she felt were right, she would never retreat half a step, regardless of who the other party was.
"You... you're infuriating ," the Mo family head was quite angry and could barely speak clearly.
"Don't get angry, old man. I still have things to say," the Young Miss said with a smile.
"What do you have to say."
"Not wanting to do it is one thing, but this matter, I truly cannot do it. Don't make things difficult for , old man," the Young Miss said with a smile.
"What do you an?" the Mo family head didn't understand.
The Young Miss waved her hand and said, "My aning is very clear. I can't do it because I can't defeat Seventh Sister. How do you expect to capture her?"
"What did you say? You can't defeat her?" the Mo family head felt his brain couldn't process this. In his understanding, no matter how strong Guxing was, she shouldn't be the Young Miss's opponent. Even among Emperor Level martial artists, there were distinctions between high and low.
Obviously, he had gotten the high and low reversed. He thought Guxing was weaker than the Young Miss, but in reality, the Young Miss was weaker than Guxing, and the gap wasn't small.
"That's right, I can't defeat her. All along, she has been the target that Nangong Suxin and I chase, but we've never caught up to her—instead, we're getting further behind. Even though we worked hard to break through on the battlefield, we still can't match her breakthrough speed. Her talent and opportunities are things that make us jealous, but we have to acknowledge as facts," the Young Miss said with a smile. Her tone didn't seem to contain much jealousy, but rather happiness—happiness for Guxing.
This perhaps could explain why Guxing would accept the Young Miss—because the Young Miss truly gave her all.
"Impossible. Even if she has talent, where would her opportunities co from. No matter how hard one person works, without family support, where would she get cultivation conditions? How could you be chasing her? She should be chasing you," the Mo family head didn't believe it. It wasn't that he hadn't paid attention to Guxing, though his motives weren't very good.
But he also knew Guxing's situation—always alone, never interacting with others, attending an academy like the First Academy Under Heaven, not a sect.
If it were a sect, there would be sect resources, but academies were different. Academies generally charged tuition, and rarely provided resources to students—of course, this referred to pills and other cultivation supplies, not cultivation thods and martial techniques.
This was the academy's weakness. However, academies were more open about cultivation thods and martial techniques than sects could compare to. Therefore, academies were generally attended by people with conditions or those who only needed cultivation thods and martial techniques.
However, if there were outstanding talents in the academy, the academy would also allocate resources for cultivation, but this was conditional—students had to work for the academy.
Obviously, Guxing hadn't agreed to this. She didn't want to be bound, and at the sa ti, she didn't need these resources.
However, very few people knew about this, so the Mo family head naturally didn't know either. He only knew that although Guxing had always been at the First Academy Under Heaven, she hadn't received any resources, so she wasn't worth worrying about.
But he didn't know one thing—
"Seventh Sister's opportunity is that she has soone. With this person, all cultivation conditions are available. The cultivation thods and martial techniques she practices have been organized by this person, enough for her to cultivate to Saint Level with ease. And those pills and such, this person has also prepared them for her, all of the highest grade, also enough for her to cultivate to Saint Level," When the Young Miss said this, there was a trace of jealousy, but just a trace—not very much.
"Who is this person?" the Mo family head asked. A person flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it because he thought it was impossible.
Being able to provide resources for one person to cultivate to Saint Level—this wasn't sothing one person could do, and the person he was thinking of was just a small servant. How could he possibly do this?
However, what he dismissed was an undeniable fact.
"Of course it's that boy Xiaoyao. Your greatest loss, old man, actually isn't Seventh Sister, but the small servant you always considered a nobody," the Young Miss sighed at this mont. Anyone would sigh with emotion about this matter, finding it very incredible.
"Impossible. He's just a small servant. Even if he now has connections with the Great Tang Empire, that's a later developnt. He couldn't possibly possess so many resources," the Mo family head shook his head in disbelief. Even though Xiaoyao had the identity of Young Prince of the Great Tang Empire, he still subconsciously felt Xiaoyao was just a small servant—this was a habitual way of thinking that couldn't be changed imdiately.
(End of Chapter)
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