Yun Qishen

For a fleeting moment, Mo Langqin considered completely severing the ghostly power being transmitted to Mo He. The ghostly power at his fingertips trembled slightly, as if echoing the surging hatred in his heart. He took a deep breath, but ultimately suppressed it—not that he couldn't, but that he couldn't now. Through these memories of Mo Tianlan, he completely understood Mo He as a person.

Mohe is an extremely self-centered thug who only loves himself.

He kidnapped Man Shu and threatened Mo Tianlan. Later, he tried every means to torment the pregnant Mo Tianlan. Even after Mo Langqin was born, Mo He never let go of his disgust and resentment towards Mo Tianlan. Those memories were like a dull knife, carving away at Mo Langqin's heart, piece by piece.

Mo He wanted to keep Mo Tianlan by his side forever so that she would suffer and never be able to escape his control.

The result is that thugs are only controlled by thugs who are stronger than them.

Mo He learned about the Book of Prophecy from Mo Wangchuan; Mo He was completely unaware of it before Mo Wangchuan revealed it. Mo Wangchuan deliberately entrusted this matter to Mo He, and Mo He understood Mo Wangchuan's intentions perfectly. He wanted Mo He to personally eliminate Mo Tianlan, to personally deal with the person he cared about most.

The most ridiculous part of these memories for Mo Langqin was that Mo He believed he had defied Mo Wangchuan's orders, but Mo Tianlan himself foolishly crashed into the Ghost-Suppressing Stone.

"What do you mean by 'ignoring the consequences and crashing into the Ghost-Suppressing Stone'?!" Mo Langqin's voice suddenly rose, a tiny crack appearing in his palm as his ghostly power exploded. He questioned the phantom of Mo He from the ghostly power's memory, "Back then, it was clearly you who—"

"Lang Qin." Mo He's phantom voice wasn't loud, but it felt like a stone pressing down, choking Mo Lang Qin's words. Mo He raised his cloudy, red eyes and stared at him, a smile that was hard to tell if it was mockery or bitterness tugging at the corner of his mouth. "With that expression on your face, are you planning to tear me apart? I know you saw it back then, but is what you saw necessarily real?"

"Otherwise what!" Mo Langqin clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm. "Can't I even trust my own eyes?!"

"Of course you can't believe your eyes!" Phantom Mohe's voice roared. "You have no idea how much your mother wanted to abandon me and run away to be with your beastly father! The elder's order was just giving her the easiest option. I never intended to throw her into it—she would rather die than stay by my side! I didn't push her in!"

Mo Langqin stared at the almost manic eyes of the phantom Mo He, and suddenly felt that everything was meaningless. He loosened his fist, his voice turning cold, "You're still deceiving yourself even now."

"Lang Qin, you'll never understand." Phantom Mohe's eyes burned with intensity. "Love can drive people to such madness... I love your mother, so I hate her to death. I hate that she's alive, I hate that she's dead. I hate that she just wouldn't listen to me..."

"Uh--"

Mo He suddenly clutched his chest, his face turning from pale to ashen, followed by a series of heart-wrenching coughs that exploded from his throat, "Cough cough cough cough cough!"

The transmission of ghostly power fluctuated. Mo Langqin didn't move, but simply watched Mo He cough, his back hunched, almost unable to breathe.

Once the coughing subsided, Mo Langqin withdrew her hand from Mo He's wrist. "Third Uncle... today's transmission of ghost power is over. I'm going back now."

Mo He raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy, weary eyes. "Lang Qin, what did you see through the transmitted ghost power?"

Mo Langqin lowered her eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions within them. "I wonder what Third Uncle is referring to?"

Mo He turned his head and stared at him for a long time, so long that the air seemed to freeze. Finally, he waved wearily, "Never mind, you can go."

"Yes……"

Mo Langqin left the room and gently closed the door.

-

"Mo Langqin, you're back!"

Bai Ying stood up from the bedside and quickly came to greet him. She tugged at Mo Langqin's sleeve, tilted her head up, and carefully examined his face. "Are you alright? I was so worried about you."

Mo Langqin looked down into Bai Ying's clear eyes, and the turmoil in his heart seemed to be gently suppressed by something. He forced a smile and reached out to ruffle her hair. "I'm fine, Xiao Bai. The other disciples haven't come looking for trouble, have they?"

Bai Ying shook her head, her voice lowering, "I didn't see anyone come..." She paused, her fingers unconsciously twisting her sleeve, "Mo Langqin, did I hold you back? Shouldn't we be together..."

"How could that be?" Mo Langqin interrupted her, her tone softening slightly. "Don't think about this." "If I hadn't said it..."

"I told you not to think about this." Mo Langqin's voice tightened slightly, and silence spread between the two of them, like a thin fog that lingered in winter.

After a long while, he spoke again, softly calling out, "Little White..."

"Hmm?" Bai Ying raised her head and met his gaze.

Mo Langqin opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, "In your opinion, love... never mind, I don't know how to ask right now." He looked away, withdrew his hand, and turned to walk towards the door, "I'm going to find Brother Mo Li and the others, you can come with me."

Bai Ying paused for a moment, then hugged Mo Langqin's arm, smiled with her eyes crinkling, and said, "Okay!"

-

"Lang Qin, you've arrived."

Mo Li stood under the eaves, holding a yellowed booklet in her hand. She looked up when she heard footsteps.

"Brother Mo Li." Mo Langqin walked over and glanced around behind Mo Li.

Mo Li noticed his gaze, closed the booklet and tucked it under her arm. "Mo Ruo had some business to attend to at the Elders' Council."

Mo Langqin's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, "..."

"Don't worry, it's nothing excessive. I'm confident." Mo Li's tone remained indifferent, but Mo Langqin could tell that she was trying to reassure him. Mo Li then asked, "Did Grandpa discuss any conditions with you?"

"The elder asked me to pass on my ghostly power to my third uncle." Mo Langqin lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice, "And also to do a few things for him, after which he will not pursue my defection."

Did Grandpa say what it was about?

"No."

Mo Li was silent for a moment, the wind in the corridor ruffling the stray hairs at his temples. "Lang Qin, I don't think Grandpa will let this go so easily..."

“I understand.” Mo Langqin raised her head and met Mo Li’s calm, water-like eyes. “But right now, I can only do as the elder says.”

Mo Li sighed softly, "In the end, it was Mo Ruo and I who influenced your decision." He took out a silver ring from his sleeve and handed it over, then paused and added, "Oh, by the way. While you were away, I encountered a group of strange people. One of them, an old Taoist priest with white hair, asked me to give this to you."

Mo Langqin's fingertips touched the cold metal surface, and his pupils suddenly contracted. "Isn't this a storage ring?" He turned the ring over and examined it carefully, his voice filled with disbelief. "Upon closer inspection, the size and shape are exactly the same as my ring."

"Mo Langqin!"

Bai Ying suddenly cried out in surprise, her hand gripping Mo Langqin's sleeve tightly.

Mo Langqin looked down at that moment—the two rings had somehow gotten stuck together, their edges gleaming faintly, like molten silver seeping into each other.

"The ring is closed!"

Before Mo Langqin could react, the scene before her eyes suddenly distorted. (End of Chapter)