Nine Dragons Supreme God

"Okay, let's go home now. I'll make you your favorite braised pheasant and bird's nest soup, roasted pig's trotters, and chrysanthemum Buddha's hand pastry!"

Mo Xintong smiled broadly. In Mo Yihan's memory, his younger sister had never been so happy before.

The dishes were naturally the ones that the previous incarnation liked.

Mo Yihan naturally wouldn't spoil Mo Xintong's fun; as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

"Patriarch, please wait." Seeing that Mo Yihan and his sister were about to leave, Mo Kun braced himself and walked over.

Mo Yihan frowned: "Seventh Elder, is there anything else?"

"Regarding Junru's matter, shouldn't the patriarch at least give me some explanation?"

The situation has developed to this point, making it impossible to deal with Mo Yihan, at least in the short term.

Besides, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Now that Mo Yihan is the head of the family, shouldn't he offer some compensation for Mo Junru's death?

"Explain?" Mo Yihan glanced at Mo Kun indifferently: "There's nothing to explain."

If Mo Junru ends up like this, it's his own fault. Mo Yihan's decision not to pursue the matter of Mo Kun's discipline is already an act of leniency.

"You...!" Watching Mo Yihan's departing figure, Mo Kun gritted his teeth in hatred, almost breaking a steel tooth.

Mo Yihan, you've gone too far!

However, at that moment, Mo Yihan seemed to have thought of something, and his steps suddenly stopped.

Just as Mo Xintong was beginning to have some doubts, she heard a clear, scorching sound of flames burning behind her.

Turning around suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in Mo Xintong's beautiful eyes.

"Brother, why did you suddenly try to kill Elder Mo Kun?"

Mo Xintong didn't seem to feel anything about Mo Kun's death, only some doubts in her heart.

Seeing Mo Kun burned to ashes and turned into a cloud of purple mist, the elders who were about to leave all stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The confusion in her heart was no less than that of Mo Xintong.

Mo Yihan doesn't play by the rules, making him completely unpredictable.

"As long as I, Mo Yihan, am in power, it is almost impossible for Mo Kun to be loyal to me. This person is always a variable."

Mo Yihan spoke calmly, which gave the elders a better understanding of his personality.

In order to eliminate future troubles, are we willing to eradicate unstable factors at the root?

How terrifying is such a mindset?

"Patriarch, Seventh Elder Mo Kun has always been loyal to the Mo family and has never done anything to betray the Mo family."

The First Elder deeply regretted Mo Kun's death: "Even if what the Patriarch said is true, Mo Kun was, after all, a powerful expert at the ninth level of the Meridian Chakra Realm, and the family is currently in dire need of manpower..."

"I understand what the Grand Elder means, but I only need the Grand Elder to remember one sentence: in the future, the Mo family will have far more than just the ninth level of the Meridian Realm; even the Spirit Mansion Realm will be as numerous as hairs on a cow, not worth mentioning."

After leaving those words, Mo Yihan said no more and calmly left with Mo Xintong, who had a fangirl look on her face.

"Seventh brother, you should have regretted provoking this monster. Now look what happened, you've ended up with nothing but bones."

Looking in the direction where Mo Kun's body disappeared, the Grand Elder sighed deeply and then dismissed the other elders.

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The silver moon was like a plate, and the night was cool as water.

Mo Sheng, holding a bright red lantern, led Mo Yihan to the Mo Family Martial Pavilion.

The Martial Pavilion has three floors. The first floor is the most spacious and contains basic martial arts manuals below the Yellow Rank, which can be borrowed by direct disciples at will.

The second shelf displays Yellow-level martial arts techniques, which Mo family disciples are only qualified to practice after joining the inner cabinet.

The old wooden door on the third floor was locked; it was said that only elders and above were qualified to enter.

Mo Sheng, familiar with the route, led Mo Yihan directly to the third floor.

Mo Yihan is now the head of the Mo family, so he naturally has the qualifications.

The third floor has only one bookshelf with a few scattered books.

Mo Yihan remained expressionless, but a wave of sorrow washed over him.

Ten thousand years ago, the supreme Mo family was at its zenith, flourishing and prosperous, with all living beings submitting to them.

Now, however, it has declined to this state.

“Patriarch, what’s hidden here is a secret of the Mo family for ten thousand years. Perhaps it contains what you’re looking for,” Mo Sheng said.

On the third floor of the Martial Pavilion, besides the bookshelves, there is a door. The secret behind this door is known only to the successive heads of the Mo family.

Upon entering the room, Mo Yihan casually flipped through the pages. Besides the Flaming Sun Treasure Record and a complete Xuan-level martial arts manual, an old, dusty book caught his attention.

"This contains records of the Mo family's history over the past ten thousand years. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

After saying this, Mo Sheng bowed and stepped back, but did not leave. He waited quietly outside the door.

Picking up the booklet and gently patting off the dust, Mo Yihan felt a slight tremor in his heart.

What he wanted to know was whether it was recorded in this booklet.

Mo Yihan immediately opened it and was quickly drawn to its contents.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Mo Yihan slowly closed the booklet, a chilling smile appearing on his lips.

"History is indeed written by the victors. Qian Junyi, you have some impressive skills!"

According to the records of the Mo family stone, the Mo family's ancestor, the Lingtian Pill Emperor, who was famous throughout the continent, once worked with the Heavenly Mystery Goddess to cultivate the Mo family's power and create the supreme Mo family, the ruler of the continent and the one who unified the world!

However, the Beiming family, the greatest enemy of the Mo family in the past, has risen from the ashes after many years, producing a number of Supreme Realm experts.

The Northern Dark Ancestor led the Northern Dark Army with unstoppable power. With a wave of his hand, many supreme beings shattered mountains and rivers, and the earth trembled. Wherever they went, all the Mo family experts were killed.

Within a single month, the once-powerful Mo family collapsed completely. Countless powerful figures perished while protecting the family's honor, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, staining the sky with blood in a scene of utter devastation.

Children in the tribe wept, women despaired, the masses turned against their masters, and the world changed hands!

To protect the Mo family, the Heavenly Goddess endured numerous hardships and obstacles. In the end, despite her severe injuries, she sent the remaining bloodline of the Mo family to a remote place, the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Before leaving, the Goddess of Heavenly Mystery vowed to turn back and fight the Northern Underworld Clan to the death.

The Mo people bid her farewell with tears in their eyes, and afterwards built a statue for her, venerating her as a goddess, whose title was Tianxuan.

As for his ancestor Mo Yihan, he is only mentioned briefly.

A coward who is afraid of death!

Mo Yihan smiled inexplicably. This history book records the so-called history of the Mo family.

At this moment, Mo Yihan finally understood why, to this day, only the patriarch knew the secrets of ten thousand years ago.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Mo Yihan's descendants, he was a coward who fled the battlefield and was considered a sinner for all time.

Those who believed it were ashamed and never mentioned Mo Yihan's name again. Instead, Qian Junyi became the Mo family's greatest hero.

"Qian Junyi, we will meet again someday. When that day comes, I will kill you with my own hands."

Mo Yihan gazed at the moonlight outside the window, his eyes deep and profound, with a hint of lonely desolation.