Return to the Capital

Originally, he had planned that if it took him half a year to cultivate to the late Foundation Establishment realm, he would temporarily end his closed-door cultivation and go out to check on the situation.

However, before going into seclusion, after entering the Nature Platform and sealing it, he had left an emergency contact method for Liu Yunan and his father.

Yet over these past few months of seclusion, he had never been awakened.

That meant everything was progressing normally in the outside world.

Therefore, Lin Xiao decided to continue cultivating and not go out for the time being. Seizing the time to cultivate was more important, and lately, he had been thoroughly enjoying the process.

He wanted to strive to break through to the Golden Core realm as soon as possible!

Meanwhile, Mo Yuanjiao also returned to the capital more than half a month later.

Actually, with Mo Yuanjiao currently at the ninth level of Qi Condensation and Mo Que at the fourth level, their speed should not have taken them this long to rush back to the capital.

Because their speed was not only faster now, but they also didn't even need to deal with eating, drinking, or bodily functions, nor did they need much rest. They could basically travel day and night.

However, when they left the Lingxian Sect, they brought along the horses they had ridden when they first arrived.

After all, if they left the two horses in the sect, they would have to trouble their fellow disciples to help look after them.

Everyone in the sect was quite busy nowadays, and they were afraid their fellow disciples might forget.

It was inconvenient either way.

So they brought the horses with them.

Thus, in order to accommodate their two beloved horses, the two had no choice but to slow down their pace, which was why they only hurried back to the capital over half a month later.

Mo Que had previously sent a message back to the General's Manor about their impending return.

But Mo Que forgot to mention that they would be arriving so soon.

The General's Manor assumed that even if they rushed back from Hufang Province at top speed, it would take at least a month or two.

As a result, they hadn't yet sent servants to wait at the city gates every day.

Therefore, when the master and servant duo—a glamorous Mo Yuanjiao and a travel-worn Mo Que—led their respective beloved horses through the capital's gates, no one was there to welcome them like every other time he went out to play.

But Mo Yuanjiao didn't mind at all.

After gesturing for Mo Que to quickly cast a Dust Removal Spell on him, he began strolling leisurely down the familiar West Street.

Since he was already at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, he had long learned how to use spiritual energy to protect his body.

Moreover, traveling with Mo Que and matching his and the horses' speed meant he hadn't consumed much energy.

So he extravagantly used his spiritual energy for bodily protection almost the entire way, just to keep the dust off and remain glamorous.

After all, he was back in the capital. This was his turf, and many eyes were watching.

As a renowned playboy in the capital, he couldn't let anyone see him looking grimy.

During these few months of cultivation in the Lingxian Sect, Mo Yuanjiao had also grown quite a bit taller, and was now as tall as Mo Que.

The clothes he originally brought with him no longer fit.

Although he brought a lot of money, he never really paid attention to this issue.

Later, when everyone noticed, he simply waved his hand dismissively and said that shorter clothes were cooler for the summer, so he didn't buy any new ones.

It was only when they were about to return to the capital that he remembered this matter.

But where could a ready-to-wear clothing store have fine garments fitting of his status? The materials for his clothes had to be custom-made.

However, he was in a hurry to set off and become the top dog, so he didn't have that much time to wait for a custom order.

Fortunately, Aunt Yang was excellent at needlework. She lengthened all his clothes so perfectly that no traces of the alterations could be seen.

Otherwise, the people of the capital would currently be looking at a down-and-out young master of the General's Manor wearing ill-fitting clothes.

Walking down his familiar streets once again after a few months, Mo Yuanjiao felt exceedingly happy.

There was an indescribable joy in his heart.

Back then, when he refused to join the three major sects, almost the entire city was talking about him.

It got to the point where he couldn't even have fun going out with his bad-weather friends.

Who could have thought that a few months later, he was no longer the person he used to be.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuanjiao's pace gradually became more arrogant, just like every time he used to stroll through the streets with his aristocratic friends in the past.

Looking at his smug young master ahead, Mo Que couldn't help but remind him:

"Young Master, top dog."

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Hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao suddenly snapped to his senses.

Right, he had to strive to be the top dog of the sect!

He couldn't indulge in this useless sense of satisfaction!

To hell with being a capital playboy!

He, Mo Yuanjiao, was the proud and capable junior brother of the Lingxian Sect Master!

Thus, Mo Yuanjiao quickly and decisively reined in his fluttering heart, grabbed his beloved horse, and sprinted forward.

Seeing this, Mo Que hesitated for a moment before running after him.

The capital didn't allow galloping on horseback through the streets.

But it didn't say you couldn't run while leading a horse... right?

However, not long after they started running, Mo Yuanjiao saw a familiar figure on the street ahead walking out of a fragrant alleyway.

Since childhood, he didn't remember people by their faces, but by their body shapes.

Moreover, his memory was exceptional.

Therefore, when he saw this familiar figure, even though he didn't recognize the person's face, he knew he had definitely seen this body shape before.

Then, after briefly pondering the people he had an impression of in his mind, he immediately remembered who this person was.

Consequently, Mo Que saw his young master suddenly slow his pace, only to quickly stride forward shortly after.

When his young master walked up to a stranger ahead, he saw the young master actually bow deeply to that person and say with immense gratitude:

"Thank you for the fortune-telling, sir!"

Song Jusheng, who had just woken up from a gentle embrace and was preparing to return to his sect's station in the capital, looked at the tall young man bowing to him and was instantly bewildered.

It was only after he clearly heard the thanks for the fortune-telling and got a good look at Mo Yuanjiao's face that he finally reacted.

"You, you?! The young master of the Mo family?"

Seeing that the man actually recognized him, Mo Yuanjiao had no doubts and merely thanked him:

"Yes, sir! Thank you for the fortune-telling back then, which allowed this junior to find where his opportunities lay! Please tell me your residence, sir, so this junior can surely reward you handsomely!"

"You you you, this, this! Aren't you..." Aren't you lost!

Thinking of the news that had previously come from his sect saying they had never received this young master Mo, he had felt regretful for a long time.

He had wasted his carefully crafted lies because this kid had actually gotten lost.

But he never expected this kid to suddenly appear in front of him again, even thanking him for the fortune-telling and saying he found his opportunity?

What was going on?

Could it be that he later found the sect on his own?

And the people in his sect just didn't tell him? Was someone trying to swallow his benefits?

Thinking of this, Song Jusheng instantly lost the mood to exchange pleasantries with Mo Yuanjiao, only vaguely saying to him:

"There's no need for that, it's what you deserve... I have matters to attend to, I'll take my leave first. We can chat next time."

With that, he hurriedly rushed back to the station.

He was going to go back and ask just who was so audacious! To actually swallow his share!

Seeing him leave in a hurry, Mo Yuanjiao stood still.

Recalling the circumstances of his fortune-telling back then, he looked thoughtfully at the departing back of the fortune-teller.