After a good while, he finally withdrew his gaze, pulled the reins in his hands, and said to Mo Que, Let's go, back to the manor.
When Mo Yuanjiao returned to the entrance of his family's General's Manor, the guards at the gate saw this very familiar tall youth and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
Seeing that it was indeed their young master, they were immediately overjoyed.
It's the young master! The young master is back!
After earnestly bowing to Mo Yuanjiao, one of them hurriedly ran into the manor to announce his return.
The remaining servants came over to welcome their young master and Guard Mo, taking the reins from their hands to lead the horses.
Amidst the enthusiastic reception of his family's servants, Mo Yuanjiao entered his home.
Just as he stepped through the door, the head steward of the household came over and led him to General Mo's study in the front courtyard.
Inside the study, General Mo was alone, with his back to the door, wiping his precious sword.
After bringing Mo Yuanjiao into the study, the head steward silently retreated outside and gently closed the door.
He then took all the nearby servants out of the courtyard, standing guard at the courtyard gate himself.
Only after everyone had withdrawn did General Mo turn around to look at Mo Yuanjiao.
General Mo had fought on the battlefield in his early years, and it wasn't until he was over thirty that he found the time to return home and have a few children.
Therefore, although Mo Yuanjiao was only thirteen years old now, General Mo had already reached the age of fifty.
However, because he practiced martial arts all year round and his virtuous wife took good care of his health, he looked like he was only in his forties.
He first looked this youngest son, whom he had not seen for half a year, up and down from head to toe.
Mo Yuanjiao had always been relatively well-behaved in front of his father and did not dare to act recklessly, so right now he was standing perfectly straight and obediently letting his old man examine him.
Seeing that in just half a year, the impetuousness in his youngest son had faded a lot and he looked much more steady than before, General Mo nodded in great satisfaction and said:
Not bad. After going out for a trip, you finally look a bit more like a proper man.
Hearing his father speak, Mo Yuanjiao immediately slid over to his father as if his soles were oiled, and said excitedly:
Dad, do you want to cultivate together with me!
General Mo: ...
Shouldn't a father and son who haven't seen each other for half a year first show some familial affection, and then have a good chat about the son's experiences on his journey? But now, what was his son talking about? Why did he seem to understand, yet also not quite understand?
However, Mo Yuanjiao didn't know his father's thoughts and persisted:
Our Sect Master's father has started cultivating!
His grandfather has also started cultivating!
His whole family is cultivating!
Fortunately, General Mo had lived for decades and had seen all kinds of storms. He cleared his throat and asked:
Do you mean that you want me to join that little sect of yours and cultivate together?
Mo Yuanjiao nodded and said:
Yes, Dad. You can't cultivate without joining the sect. It just so happens that I still have some disciple quotas left under my name. How about I take you in as my disciple!
General Mo: ...
After the air was quiet for two breaths, General Mo said to him expressionlessly:
Your mother and grandmother are still waiting for you in the backyard. Hurry up and go see them, and call Mo Que over on your way.
Hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao felt a bit regretful. He replied with an Okay and left the study with great pity.
Once outside the courtyard, he saw the head steward at the gate, told him to call Mo Que over, and then sprinted off toward the backyard.
If he couldn't fool his father, going to fool his mother and grandmother first was the same!
While Mo Yuanjiao went to the backyard and began to act wildly spoiled, brainwash, and fool his mother and grandmother, in the front courtyard's study, General Mo finally learned the detailed experiences of their trip from Mo Que.
After satisfying his mother and grandmother's need to release their maternal love, Mo Yuanjiao returned to his own courtyard. His personal servant, Baojian, came running up crying and shouting, hugging his thigh:
Young Master! How could you abandon your Baojian and leave for half a year without returning! Baojian waited so bitterly for you~~
Mo Yuanjiao, accustomed to this, stood in place waiting for the moment his crying paused, and immediately said:
Get up by the count of three. One, two, th...
Baojian immediately climbed up from the ground with lightning speed. While smoothing out the clothes he had wrinkled on the young master, he smiled flatteringly at him:
This servant is up, I'm up. Young Master, next time you go on a long trip, please take Baojian with you. Baojian truly cannot bear the thought of you eating in the wind and sleeping in the dew all alone outside with no one to handle the trivial matters for you—
Mo Yuanjiao lifted his foot and walked toward the house.
In a while, go inquire about something. Find out the background of Daoist Qingguan, who frequently visits the red-light district in the west of the city.
Seeing that the young master ordered him to do something as soon as he returned, Baojian felt that his status as a personal servant had instantly returned. Suddenly pumped up with energy, he quickly followed behind him and answered loudly:
Yes! Young Master!
Keep a low profile.
Baojian immediately lowered his volume to the minimum:
Okay, Young Master~
Mo Yuanjiao turned his head and looked at him with an indescribable expression:
I meant keep a low profile when you're inquiring.
After Baojian received his orders and withdrew, Mo Que arrived at Mo Yuanjiao's courtyard.
Seeing him, Mo Yuanjiao was quite surprised:
Father is already done asking questions?
Mo Que nodded:
The master said that from now on, I will follow the young master.
Originally, Mo Que was General Mo's personal guard. Previously, because he was worried about Mo Yuanjiao going on a long journey, he had sent Mo Que to accompany him.
He didn't expect that after this trip, his father would actually let Mo Que follow him from now on.
However, this wasn't something difficult to understand either.
Subsequently, Mo Que said:
Does the young master think there's a problem with that fortune-teller?
Obviously, he had heard what Mo Yuanjiao ordered Baojian just now.
Hearing him ask, Mo Yuanjiao said:
Yes. The green crown on his head has the exact same design as the green crown on the disciple sent by the Shangyang Sect whom I encountered when I was rescued in Liaoju Prefecture.
I suspect that this fortune-teller might be someone from the Shangyang Sect, and he schemed to tell my fortune back then just to trick me.
Previously, when he was captured and taken to the spirit stone mine in Liaoju Prefecture, after being rescued by Lin Xiao, he followed the magistrate of Liaoju Prefecture back to the government office. At that time, he had a brief encounter with Immortal Jin from the Shangyang Sect.
Before joining the Lingxian Sect, because he hadn't paid attention to it before, he actually wasn't very clear on where the Shangyang Sect was located.
But after joining the Lingxian Sect, people in the sect chatted with him about the Shangyang Sect recruiting disciples in Hufang Province during the beginning of spring.
Only then did he know that the Shangyang Sect was actually a neighbor of their Lingxian Sect.
Later, he became a hundred thousand times certain that his true destined fortune was indeed the Lingxian Sect.
Wasn't this exactly the unseen will of heaven? If there had been even the slightest deviation back then, he would have ended up running to the Shangyang Sect.
Now that he realized the person who told his fortune back then was very likely from the Shangyang Sect, he noticed it instantly.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
