As for whether he was his father, Chu Mo had no certainty in his heart. Although the Patriarch of Long Family insisted at that ti that the drunkard he saw in Ninth City was Chu Tianji, the eldest son of the Chu Clan's lineage, who would dare to assert such a thing without having witnessed it firsthand?
But for Chu Mo, even if there was only one in a billion chance, he would not miss it. So, he had to co to Ninth City. He needed to et all the drunkards.
Because the tomboy's reputation was too great in Ninth City, it was very easy to find out where the old drunkard lived.
However, upon his arrival, Chu Mo hesitated; his heart was not at peace and was even filled with trepidation.
He was eager to et that person right away, yet he feared the disappointnt that might co after the eting.
This kind of ambivalence had not occurred to him for many years.
A rundown fence gate, for Chu Mo, was like a barrier.
Just as he was indecisive, the tomboy sprang out from inside, and upon seeing him, imdiately bristled. Her vehent reaction even startled Chu Mo.
"I didn't follow you, and I didn't co for you," Chu Mo said to the tomboy, offering a rare explanation.
Regardless of whether the old drunkard was his father, from what he'd heard, this tomboy seed to be soone who knew gratitude and would repay kindness.
"You ca for old dad? You—you—you... I'm going to kill you!" The tomboy was utterly enraged; she'd be less angry if he had co for her. But this man, he actually ca for old dad, what did he want to do? Harm him?
The tomboy's rage was palpable, her gaze cold as she stared at Chu Mo, her hands buried in the pockets of her clothes, already starting to fumble around. She released various poisons she deed powerful, completely undetected.
"All right, stop fussing, I an no harm. Otherwise, you'd be dead several tis over by now," Chu Mo said calmly, then bypassed Xu Nan, went through the wooden fence gate she had opened, and walked straight in.
"You—you stop right there!" Xu Nan was now truly frantic; she darted at Chu Mo like an angry kitten, her claws outstretched, and punched towards his back.
Having been exceptionally strong since childhood and now at the Xiantian realm, even cultivators in the Golden Core stage would wince in pain if they took her punch head-on. Even a boulder could be shattered by her fist!
Xu Nan was genuinely in a hurry, exerting all her strength to strike at Chu Mo's back.
And she showed no rcy. This young man felt far too dangerous, far too frightening!
Such a person could not be allowed to stay, and certainly couldn't be allowed to harm old dad!
Chu Mo could keenly sense the tomboy's anger in that mont, the stronger it was, the deeper her affection for the old drunkard must be.
Therefore, Chu Mo didn't dodge. He let the tomboy's fierce punch strike him squarely in the back.
The back-heart acupoint, even for a Golden Core stage great cultivator, was impossible to withstand!
Xu Nan thought. And then, there was no after.
The young man, as if nothing had happened, continued walking forward, rounded the corner of the house to the front gate, and said in a deep voice, "Junior Chu Mo, I take the liberty of visiting."
After a mont of stupor, the tomboy chased after him again, this ti with a very sharp dagger in hand. It was a weapon she'd acquired in the Illusionary Divine Realm, said to be a dharma instrunt crafted by a Mahayana period cultivator!
Just as she was about to stab Chu Mo, she heard the words he had just said.
The tomboy was montarily stunned, instinctively halting her attack.
"Chu Mo?"
She furrowed her brows. Why did that na sound so familiar? Wait, wasn't that the na of the person she had always admired?
He, he was Chu Mo? That Chu Mo? Not another person with the sa na? Not an impostor? How could he possibly be that Chu Mo? What would the real Chu Mo be doing in a place like Ninth City?
A flood of questions surged in the tomboy's mind, nearly driving her to madness.
At that mont, from inside the house, a drunken voice called out, "Go away, don't bother , get lost!"
Chu Mo stayed silent for a mont and then said, "Sorry, I've co in."
With that, he pushed open the door and went inside, walking directly to the old drunkard's room.
Chu Mo's eyes fell upon the old drunkard. His brows slightly furrowed as he looked at the man in front of him, covered in a full beard with half-lidded, muddled eyes, and ssy hair. His face was crisscrossed with wrinkles. His whole body reeked of alcohol. He was clearly a long-ti drunkard and bore no resemblance to the vibrant youth he rembered. There wasn't a single similar feature!
At that ti, the tomboy Xu Nan also followed in and seeing that Chu Mo indeed had no intention of harming the old drunkard, she cald down a lot. Especially since she had grown up streetwise with keen observational skills—initially she was confused out of concern. Now, calm, she felt that things were sowhat different than she suspected.
Of course, the most crucial reason was that she was no match for this young man; his realm was who-knows-how-many tis higher than hers! Another important point, this person... claid to be Chu Mo.
Even so, the tomboy still glared at Chu Mo with a tigerish determination, as if to say, "If you dare harm my old dad, I'll fight you to the death."
The old drunkard still looked thoroughly inebriated, mumbling, "Who let you in, get out... scram! I don't know you!"
Disappointnt flashed across Chu Mo's face, and he instinctively used the Azure Sky Divine Mirror to look at the old drunkard. The result was even more disappointing.
"Physique weak, realm nonexistent."
He was just an ordinary person, no different from the countless ordinary people, and perhaps even below average. Physique weak... what else could one expect from an old drunk who drank all day? Realm nonexistent... Chu Mo was speechless.
He even began to doubt his previous conjecture. Could such an old drunk really scare away a powerful cultivator? Could he truly save the tomboyish sprout from the clutches of the other party?
So details once again flitted through Chu Mo's mind, and he recalculated everything.
In the incident with the tomboy, three people had died, one of whom was the boss of the underground forces of the Ninth City. It was the death of this boss that led to the tomboy's rise to power. In other words, the tomboy was the greatest beneficiary of the entire affair!
Skilled in poisoning, adept at theft, ruthless, and quite treacherous. Despite her young age, she was extrely cunning...
Chu Mo suddenly felt a wave of listlessness. Looking at this utterly ordinary old drunk, he was almost certain that the whole affair was a play staged by the tomboy herself!
Through this ordeal, she had successfully risen to power, and this old drunk was nothing more than a puppet she used to deceive others.
As to why she was so anxious about the old drunkard, why she treated him so well, there might be so other stories there, but Chu Mo no longer had any interest in learning them.
He sighed, giving the old drunkard an apologetic look, "Sorry for the disturbance. Take this money and buy yourself so drinks."
As he spoke, Chu Mo took out a piece of gold, the sa one he had used to buy candied haws earlier, which had also caught the tomboy's attention. Ironically, after all the twists and turns, the piece of gold ended up in the hands of soone connected to the tomboy again.
Chu Mo sighed, placing the gold on the table before turning and walking out the door, his face the picture of dejection.
Tomboy Xu Nan wanted to chase after him to find out the truth, but after thinking it over, she stayed put. She furrowed her brows, eyeing the large piece of gold on the table—not a small sum by any ans, practically a windfall!
The old drunkard looked utterly indifferent, with cloudy eyes half-open, as if he hadn't seen a thing.
"Old dad... Why do I feel sothing's off? This person... Hmm, so strange," Xu Nan said, as though speaking to the old drunkard, but also as if talking to herself.
The old drunkard sat unmoved, silent, showing no signs of anything unusual.
"Old dad, you rest up. I'm going to put this gold away for you, don't let anyone steal it." Xu Nan said, placing the gold into a cabinet. Then, after a mont's thought, she walked out the door with a puzzled look on her face.
Walking through the alley, Xu Nan felt increasingly that there was sothing very fishy about the whole situation, especially her old dad's reaction—it was too normal!
A common mortal, upon seeing a powerful cultivator, should not be so... calm!
Yes, calm!
A spark flashed in Xu Nan's eyes.
Her old dad's reaction was too ordinary, which ironically made it the most abnormal thing.
Her old dad was definitely no ordinary mortal, Xu Nan could be almost completely certain of that!
And then, a young man with a terrifyingly profound realm had co here, seemingly in search of soone.
He said he was Chu Mo?
A bolt of lightning exploded in Xu Nan's mind!
Chu Mo was an orphan!
Lately, the ssage boards were filled with countless legends about him!
Xu Nan's most admired person was Chu Mo, so she was well-inford about anything related to him. And she kept up with the latest news through the boards in her possession.
Chu Mo was a descendant of the once-glorious Chu Clan of the Heavenly Realm; information about his parents had always been blank!
Even the boards held no information about Chu Mo's father.
So, he had co to the Ninth City, also looking for soone... Could it be, he was searching for his father?
Xu Nan reconsidered Chu Mo's various reactions after eting her, and it seed... there was indeed such a possibility. If the young man truly was Chu Mo.
"No, I must find him and ask him clearly!" Determination glead in Xu Nan's eyes, and she began using her own unique thods to make contact with others.
The most important thing now was to locate Chu Mo first.
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