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 AGM 227 - First Ranked in the Heavenly Fate Ranking

"IS THIS THE TALENT YOU WANTED?"

The sound of Qin Wentian's voice resounded through Old Mo's ears. He sat on the ground, his heart pounding in madness.

Qin Wentian, comprehended two Mandates at the first level of Yuanfu. All three of his Astral Souls were condensed from constellations existing in the 5th Heavenly Layer.

Were these achievements possible for a human?

He could be considered as someone who had seen many things throughout his life and was extremely knowledgeable. But at this instant his mind blanked out, he could only stare dumbly.

"5th Heavenly Layer, 5th Heavenly Layer..." Old Mo mumbled in a low voice. How was this possible? He met many other geniuses before and knew the stories of many legendary characters. Yet never had he heard of someone managing to condense their first Astral Soul from the 5th Heavenly Layer.

This was too... impossible. At this moment, his brain had turned to mush, as he sat there muttering incomprehensibly to himself.

Looking at the young man before him, his eyes filled with ice and fire, although Old Mo was at the peak of Yuanfu, he couldn't help feeling traces of fear in his heart. How powerful would this young man be if he matured in the future?

Chu? The Grand Xia Empire should be where he soars. He was destined to be mentioned in the same breath as those godly talents among the younger generations in the Grand Xia Empire.

Seeing how this young man was willing to descend into madness for the sake of Qingcheng, he found it extremely laughable how he had unconsciously disdained Qin Wentian back then, looking down on his talent.

Back then, he had felt that Qin Wentian was unworthy to love Mo Qingcheng. But now, he no longer had any such notions in his head.

Drawing a deep breath, Old Mo calmed his heart, yet he didn't know what to say.

"Let's go back and see Qingcheng," Old Mo mumbled in a low voice, causing Qin Wentian's countenance to freeze.

Oh, Qingcheng, how was she doing now?

"If anything has happened to her, even if you are her granddad, I will never spare you," Qin Wentian coldly stated, his silhouette flickering as he transformed into a blurred shadow, flying rapidly in the direction of the Mo Clan.

Despite all this, he didn't forget about the matter with Hua Xiaoyun. That person pushed Qingcheng to the brink. He had to die. Even if he had fled back to the Grand Xia Empire, he still had to die.

Old Mo stood up, staring at the black shadow that was Qin Wentian's back. He didn't blame Qin Wentian in the slightest. Now, he couldn't help having a feeling of self-reproach. Had he gone senile? Seeing how a talented person like Qin Wentian cared for his own grand-daughter, Old Mo naturally felt happy in his heart. He could only pray that his grand-daughter would survive this.

Bzzz. A gentle gust of wind billowed, as a graceful silhouette appeared; it was the masked young lady at the level of a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign. Old Mo stiffened in fear.

The strength of this mysterious woman was too astounding, yet she was willing to follow at Qin Wentian's side, deferring to him.

"I didn't see anything earlier." Old Mo, feeling waves of coldness radiating from her, hurriedly exclaimed. He thought that Qing`er had come to silence him, because she didn't want him to reveal what he witnessed today.

Qing`er frowned slightly, as though she was displeased. "What do you mean? If you direct killing intent at Qin Wentian again, I will kill you okay...?"

After which, she turned, as she too vanished from sight while Old Mo's gaze still stared at the spot she was last in.

An expression of disappointment flashed past Old Mo's face. He felt truly old, this was no longer his generation. Today, the little bit of confidence he had, was smashed into smithereens.

In the Mo Clan, Qin Wentian came to the courtyard Mo Qingcheng was residing in. There were many guards outside of it, but at a signal from Mo Tianlin, no one went to block his path.

"How's Qingcheng?" Qin Wentian stared at Mo Tianlin, as he inquired. "She's still receiving treatment from Senior Luo He." Worry and anxiety could be seen on Mo Tianlin's face. "Where is Hua Xiaoyun, that bastard?"

"He fled. But he will surely die." A look of resolution appeared on Qin Wentian's countenance.

"Mhm, you have to be cautious, Hua Xiaoyun's background is extraordinary," Mo Tianlin reminded. He'd always had a good impression of Qin Wentian, and had long wanted him and Mo Qingcheng to be together. Yet because of his father's attitude, he couldn't say anything.

However today, the actions of his father truly caused him to be disappointed. Hua Xiaoyun had done something so despicable, yet Old Mo refused to kill him. Although Old Mo was thinking with their Clan at stake, Mo Tianlin still felt slightly betrayed. He wanted nothing more than to tear Hua Xiaoyun apart with his own hands.

"I will." Qin Wentian lightly nodded, staring in the direction of Mo Qingcheng's room. This wait lasted for several hours. Mo Qingcheng's room was enveloped by a soft and gentle glow, and a fragrant smell of medicinal herbs could also be detected drifting out from it.

Luo He was concocting medicine inside the room.

Even though she was the Pill Emperor's daughter, it was impossible that she would have millions of medicine pills at the ready for all kinds of injuries. Thus, in regards to Mo Qingcheng's injuries, she could only concoct a suitable medicine on the spot.

After several moments, the medicinal fragrance finally dissipated. Mo Tianlin and Qin Wentian instantly dashed into the residence, standing outside the room, their hearts burning with anxiety.

What caused Mo Tianlin to feel strange was that Old Mo also returned. Yet he didn't show any displeasure at Qin Wentian's existence. His attitude was markedly different from the past.

Sheezzzz. A crisp sound echoed as the door to Mo Qingcheng's room opened. The gazes of those standing outside immediately shifted, riveted at the entrance. The next moment, Luo He and the disciples of her Emperor Pill Palace, walked out.

"Senior, is Qingcheng okay now?" Mo Tianlin immediately inquired, concern apparent in his voice.

"You must be Qingcheng's dad. Her life is temporarily preserved, I'm planning to bring her back to the Pill Emperor Hall," Luo He calmly replied.

Qin Wentian heaved a sigh of relief, as he put aside the rock in his heart. The past tormenting hours of waiting felt like years to him.

"Senior, thank you. We would have to trouble you to take care of Qingcheng in the future then." Mo Tianlin bowed, his gratitude was sincerely from his heart. It was truly fortunate that Qingcheng could be saved despite her heart being punctured.

However, at this moment, rustling sounds could be heard as a row of silhouettes appeared on the airspace above Mo Residence. Each of these figures had an imposing aura, their strength extraordinary. Yet at the instant of their appearance, Old Mo knitted his brows, frowning as the rest of the Mo Clan held unsightly expressions on their faces.

Because they saw that Hua Xiaoyun was among that group of people. It was none other than that bastard who caused Mo Qingcheng to end up in this state. Everyone in the Mo Clan couldn't wait to tear him to pieces.

At this moment, Hua Xiaoyun's countenance was extremely sinister. One of his arms dangled uselessly from its socket, held together by bandages while a fearsome killing intent gushed out from him, as he stared evilly at Qin Wentian.

"Elder brother, that's the guy. He's the person that crippled one of my arms. His strength can't be compared to mine, but he has a very powerful divine weapon. He ambushed me and caught me by surprise, which resulted in my loss in our encounter." Hua Xiaoyun added oil to the fire, roaring in madness. Currently, he no longer resembled the gentleman he had been when he stayed in the Mo Residence. He had torn off his façade, revealing his true colors.

Qin Wentian stared at Hua Xiaoyun standing in the air, not bothering to hide his killing intent.

The young man standing beside Hua Xiaoyun swept a glance towards Qin Wentian. He had a lanky build, with a face so exquisite it was as though it was carved from jade, and his slanted brows resembled the fine angles of the Sirius Star. His eyes were as piercing as swords, and just as elegant, with an inner magnetism that brought people to stare intently at him, even if they were unwilling.

"Elder brother, kill him." Hua Xiaoyun glared at Qin Wentian, a malevolent look in his eyes.

"Shut the hell up!" Hua Xiaoyun's brother shouted at him. He was extremely clear about Hua Xiaoyun's character. The words of this fellow could never be trusted. At most, he could only trust 50% of it. He deduced that it must be due to the presence of those from the Pill Emperor Hall. If not, how could Hua Xiaoyun not be able to fight back against someone at the first level of Yuanfu.

However, his deduction seemed wrong when he studied the eyes of those from the Pill Emperor Hall.

"Senior Luo He, do you mind fixing my brother's arm?" Somehow, the situation felt like something was amiss. The young man couldn't pinpoint what was wrong exactly, but because Hua Xiaoyun was his brother, he still decided to ask Luo He for help first.

"Fix his arm for him? Does he still have the face to see me?" Luo He lifted her head, staring at the young man with a frigid expression on her countenance. If it weren't for the fact that she highly respected this young man, she would have already slayed Hua Xiaoyun herself.

"Xiaoyun, what have you done? Why are you still not apologising to Senior Luo He?" the young man berated Hua Xiaoyun.

Hua Xiaoyun's gaze fidgeted about, as though he was afraid of meeting the eyes of Luo He.

"Senior, due to a moment of folly, this Junior only meant to play a prank on Miss Mo, yet I didn't expect my actions to cause such a huge catastrophe." Hua Xiaoyun lowered his head, offering his apologies.

Luo He's background was extraordinary. As the Pill Emperor's daughter, who dared not give her face? Furthermore, he still needed her help to treat his arm injury.

"Stop your pretentious act." Luo He coldly snorted. "You wanted to taint my disciple, causing her to now hover the thin line between life and death. Not killing you is already the equivalent of me honoring your Hua Clan. And moreover, your arm was not crippled by me."

The expression on Hua Xiaoyun's brother faltered upon hearing the words of Luo He. This useless brother of his actually did such a despicable thing. Now, his sword-like eyes couldn't help but be filled with hints of ice when he looked at his brother.

Abruptly, a terrifying sword light flashed out.

"ARGHHHHH" A voice screamed in agony. Hua Xiaoyun's arm was directly severed from the socket. With a flick of his finger, that severed arm turned into dust, making it so that there was no hope for Hua Xiaoyun in restoring his arm ever again.

This scenario caused everyone to freeze. Hua Xiaoyun's elder brother, actually personally severed his arm?

"Elder brother..." Hua Xiaoyun's eyes were red as he stared at his brother. He didn't understand, why would his elder brother slash apart his hope, personally destroying his arm?

"KNEEL DOWN! Apologize to Senior Luo He!" The young man roared. Hua Xiaoyun had no sense for the gravity of things, he didn't know what was important. Luo He was famed for taking great care of her disciples, yet Hua Xiaoyun did things with no consideration of the consequences. Apparently, he was too 'spoiled' by the Hua Clan. This severed arm, shall serve as a lesson. If Hua Xiaoyun still didn't learn from this mistake, sooner or later he would surely be killed by another.

Luo He cast a calculative glance filled with slight admiration at the young man's actions. She silently mused in her heart... Indeed this young man befits his reputation. He was truly a peerless character ranked first in the Heavenly Fate Rankings of the Grand Xia Empire!

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