Yun Qishen

"The transmission of ghost power for today is over. This disciple will take his leave..." Mo Langqin released his hand from Mo He's wrist, lowered his eyes, and took half a step back, his voice calm.

"Hmm..." Mo He leaned against the bed, his cloudy gaze following Mo Langqin's back until that hand touched the door, then he slowly spoke, "Langqin, I advise you not to do anything underhanded during this time."

Mo Langqin remained silent, his hand that was pushing the door paused.

"Live this peaceful life that has been given to you in a down-to-earth manner, cough cough cough." Mo He's tone was not heavy, but it was like an order squeezed out from between his bones, with every word carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Understood, Third Uncle," Mo Langqin replied, pushing open the door and leaving.

Be down-to-earth?

Who doesn't want to live a peaceful and stable life?

Unfortunately, it was impossible to settle down from the very beginning.

The breeze under the eaves carried the dampness of early summer, but it couldn't dispel the chill emanating from Mo He's house. Mo Langqin walked back along the bluestone path, and before he had gone far, several sharp gazes were fixed on him.

"That kid's back to his old arrogant self." A shrill voice drifted out from behind the right-hand pillar, as if it were being said to him on purpose.

"So what if you got the elder's permission? What's with the attitude?" another voice chimed in, with a sour tone.

"Look at the way he walks now!"

Mo Langqin stopped and turned to look in the direction the sound came from. Three or four disciples from the collateral branch were huddled behind a pillar. When they saw him looking over, they not only didn't restrain themselves, but instead raised their chins even higher.

Mo Langqin stared at them for a moment, then suddenly walked over.

The disciples' smiles froze on their faces, and they subconsciously took a half step back.

"Instead of gossiping about me here, you should practice how to summon ghost beasts." Mo Langqin stopped in front of them, his gaze sweeping over each face. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "How old are you to still be unable to summon ghost beasts? Isn't that a disgrace to the Mo family?"

The leading disciple's face flushed red, and he retorted defiantly, "Oh ho, what are you so smug about! Even if we can't summon a ghost beast and embarrass the Mo family, it's still much better than you colluding with a ghost beast to smear the Mo family! Hahahaha!" He grabbed his companion beside him, "Let's go, let's make room for these geniuses and the ghost beast!"

"..." Mo Langqin did not chase after them, but stood there, watching their pretentious backs as they walked away, a very faint smile appearing on his lips, "a low-class mockery."

The disciples took a few steps, and seeing that Mo Langqin hadn't followed, they grew bolder. Turning back, they made faces, "Hahaha, still pretending!" "Hehehe! No wonder he's the son of a ghost beast! He even enjoys being with ghost beasts!!!"

Mo Langqin's brows twitched, and he was about to speak—

Is this interesting?

A deep voice boomed from around the corner of the corridor.

The disciples' laughter stopped abruptly.

Mo Ruo walked out from around the corner, his tall figure blocking most of the light. He crossed his arms over his chest, and his fierce face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

"Mo... Mo Ruo." The leading disciple's voice changed.

Mo Ruo ignored them and walked to Mo Langqin's side. She turned her head to look at him, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger, "Afraid of me? You mock Mo Laoqi?"

He turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he pierced the disciples. "You lot should work on your courage!"

Before he could finish speaking, several red ghostly beasts darted out from behind him and lifted the disciples up in the blink of an eye. The disciples flung themselves off the ground, thrashing about in mid-air, their faces deathly pale.

"We were wrong! We were wrong! Please let us down!" "We were hired!"

"Yes, yes, Mo Ning sent us. He said that if we mocked Mo Langqin ten times a day, he would give us ghost talismans. The exam is coming up soon, and we're anxious too!"

Mo Ruo frowned and muttered, "This Mo Ning is really... I don't even know what to say about him..."

Seeing that Mo Ruo's tone had softened, the disciples nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes..."

"..." Mo Ruo remained silent for a moment, but the anger on his face did not subside. He raised his eyes and pressed down with a heavy gaze. "I will settle Mo Ning's score with Mo Ning, but I will still get my revenge on you!"

"No way!!!" the disciples wailed.

"Fight me." Mo Ruo loosened his grip, cracking his knuckles. "Whoever beats me, I'll let them go. If you lose, you'll have to run three laps around the mountain gate. Don't even think about coming back if you don't finish!"

The disciples looked at each other, their faces even paler than before.

Who can beat Mo Ruo?

"Run..." The leading disciple muttered under his breath, his head drooping.

"Let's run! Let's run!" the others quickly echoed.

Seeing their cowardly behavior, Mo Ruo sighed in disappointment, "A bunch of cowards." He waved his hand, and the ghost beast put the disciples down. "Get lost!"

The disciples scrambled away, their footsteps fading into the distance at the end of the corridor.

Mo Ruo turned to look at Mo Langqin, a hint of concern appearing on his fierce face. "Seventh Brother Mo, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Mo Langqin shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me." Mo Ru patted his shoulder with such force that Mo Langqin staggered half a step. "Didn't you stand up and fight back yourself? Keep it up, so we can't let guys like that have a good talk in the future."

"Mm." Mo Langqin responded and followed Mo Ruo's back toward Mo Li's house.

The breeze from under the eaves blew in again, carrying a hint of early summer warmth.

"What did you do to offend Mo Ning? Why is that guy targeting you at every turn?"

As we walked, Mo Ruo suddenly asked a question.

Mo Langqin did not answer immediately, nor did he stop walking.

“He didn’t like me much from the beginning.” He looked at the corner at the end of the corridor, his voice light. “He and Mo Ding admired Uncle San very much, so when Uncle San transferred ghost power to me and made me the overall commander of the mission, he started to complain. Back then, he always spoke with a gun and stick in his mouth, and it was Mo Ding who tried to mediate and pull him away.”

Mo Ruo clicked her tongue and quickened her pace. "Just because of this? That's so petty."

“But in reality…” Mo Langqin withdrew her gaze, the corners of her mouth curving slightly, “He is much simpler and easier to understand than Mo Ding.”

“Speaking of Mo Ding…” Mo Ruo seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly changing the subject, his voice lowering slightly, “Before I came to find you, I saw Mo Ding go to the ancestral hall. Grandpa probably gave him some secret order.” He turned his head, his gaze heavy as he looked at Mo Langqin, “Be careful lately.”

Mo Langqin paused for a moment, then resumed his steady pace. He nodded slightly.

"Okay, I understand." (End of Chapter)