Nine Dragons Supreme God

What Mo Yihan didn't expect was that even after ten thousand years, the Mo family's secret service still existed.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. From now on, the Dark Division will take orders directly from you, the head of the family."

Mo Sheng smiled bitterly. How did Mo Yihan know everything? Now, his power in the Mo family has been completely undermined.

"Ning Shuang, why aren't you paying your respects to the new family head?" Mo Sheng ordered Ning Shuang, but he couldn't help feeling a little desolate.

This may be the last order he gives to the Dark Side.

“No, the deputy head of the family is still the head of the family. You will still be in charge of the Dark Division. I can't stay in the Mo family forever. However, you and the Dark Division must obey my orders.”

Mo Yihan spoke up, saying that when he was not in the clan, the Mo family could not be leaderless.

Furthermore, Mo Sheng is in his prime, and it wouldn't be good to completely strip him of his power.

Only after he finished speaking did Mo Sheng's expression show a slight hint of joy.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. With Mo Yihan's talent, he is bound to become a true dragon in the future. How could the small Mo family possibly restrain him?

However, long after Mo Sheng gave the order, Ning Shuang remained kneeling on the ground, showing no intention of paying respects to Mo Yihan, the new head of the family.

Mo Yihan is far too young!

Mo Yihan didn't pay much attention to Ning Shuang's disrespect, and simply said, "In addition to having extremely strong psychological qualities, an intelligence agent or assassin also needs to have keen observation skills, discernment, flexible adaptability, and excellent stealth ability, among other things."

As he spoke, Mo Yihan stared at Ning Shuang: "Ning Shuang, tell me, how many of the above have you accomplished?"

Ning Shuang's gaze turned slightly cold, and she said in an icy voice, "Ning Shuang has undergone extremely rigorous training since childhood, and I don't need you to remind me."

Ning Shuang's resentment towards Mo Yihan was practically written all over her face.

"Patriarch, Ning Shuang is the number one genius of the Dark Division. At the age of twenty-five, she already possesses the cultivation of the Spirit Mansion Realm. Among the younger generation of the Mo family, no one can match her." Mo Sheng said with a smile, revealing a hint of pride.

However, Mo Yihan's expression remained unchanged, completely ignoring Mo Sheng, and he said leisurely, "You have been hiding outside the Martial Pavilion since 9:45 PM, waiting for Mo Sheng's summons, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Shuang's heart trembled.

How did this boy in black, who looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, manage to figure it out?

Although somewhat surprised, Ning Shuang still wondered if this was a test for her by the family head, Mo Sheng.

"Don't ask me how I know, I know far more than you can imagine."

Mo Yihan said calmly, "The so-called number one genius that Mo Sheng talks about is nothing but a joke."

"Do you believe I will kill you right now?"

Ning Shuang suddenly raised her eyes, her black pupils revealing an icy killing intent.

If all of this was just a test from Mo Sheng, then according to the family rules, it was perfectly justified for her to kill the black-clad youth in front of her!

Even if everything is true, she is simply making a choice between the two heads of the family.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't we choose the more mature and stable Mo Sheng?

Moreover, she was personally cultivated by Mo Sheng.

"Mo Sheng, how did you train your members in the Dark Guard?" Turning his gaze to Mo Sheng, Mo Yihan's eyes held a hint of reproach: "Ning Shuang, as a member of the Dark Guard, how come you don't even have patience?"

"It is my fault for not disciplining my subordinates properly. I beg the head of the household to punish me."

Mo Sheng was in a bad mood. He had already lost face in front of the Mo family disciples today, but now he was being scolded in front of his subordinates whom he had trained for many years. He was probably the most tragic patriarch in the history of the Mo family.

"Forget it, with your abilities, you can't cultivate any talent anyway."

Mo Yihan was already disappointed with the Mo family enough, and didn't care about a mere member of the Dark Guard.

The important thing is that with him in the Mo family from now on, that's enough.

"Patriarch, what you're saying is incorrect..."

Mo Sheng summoned Ning Shuang here with a hint of boasting, but he never expected that Mo Yihan would belittle him so much that he naturally wanted to defend himself.

"Shut up!"

Mo Yihan's eyes turned cold as he reprimanded Mo Sheng, his tone domineering and authoritative.

He had no interest in listening to Mo Sheng's explanation.

Then he lowered his eyes to look at Ning Shuang, who had a murderous look on her face: "Your current cultivation level is all due to the accumulation of external things such as pills. Moreover, since you stepped into the Spirit Mansion Realm, your cultivation has not improved at all. Am I right?"

Mo Yihan's previous life was the Lingtian Pill Emperor. Even though he was reborn and his cultivation was temporarily low, his discerning eye as a top alchemist was still there.

If Mo Sheng had truly been capable of cultivating a twenty-five-year-old genius at the Spirit Mansion Realm, how could the Mo family have fallen to such a state?

Moreover, in Mo Yihan's eyes, a twenty-five-year-old Lingfu was not a genius at all; at most, he was just a little more talented.

"How did you know?" Mo Sheng and Ning Shuang were shocked. They stared at Mo Yihan and exclaimed in unison.

"Of course, I can tell by looking at it," Mo Yihan said matter-of-factly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sheng and Ning Shuang were even more astonished.

Are you a monster, kid?

You should know that Ning Shuang had stopped taking the medication a long time ago, and the effects of the medication had long since dissipated. Mo Yihan could tell just by looking at her.

Are you sure you're not joking?

"What Mo Sheng gave you should be the Nine Aperture Blood-Clearing Pill, which is a high-grade second-rank pill. It is made from materials such as ice blood stone, blood rhinoceros horn, tear heart grass, and seven-leaf lingzhi."

"If this pill is given to an ice-type martial artist below the Spirit Mansion Realm, it can open up acupoints, evolve the blood, and thus undergo a complete transformation, increasing the speed of cultivation."

Mo Yihan said leisurely, "However, I'm afraid that in the entire Cangyi Kingdom, alchemists who can refine the true Nine Aperture Blood-Clearing Pill are extremely rare."

"Not to mention the high price of the real Nine Aperture Blood-Clearing Pill, the alchemists who can make it are not people that Mo Sheng can afford."

"If I'm not mistaken, what Mo Sheng gave you was actually a failed pill, which is why your cultivation hasn't progressed at all since you entered the Spirit Mansion Realm!"

As soon as Mo Yihan finished speaking, Ning Shuang turned her gaze to Mo Sheng, her expression slightly complicated.

After reaching the Spirit Mansion Realm, her cultivation progressed almost stagnantly. Before this, Ning Shuang had no idea why, only that there was something wrong with herself.

However, even though Mo Yihan spoke eloquently and logically, Ning Shuang still said coldly, "Are you trying to sow discord between me and the family head?"

"Whether it's sowing discord or not, you can find out by asking Mo Sheng yourself," Mo Yihan glanced at Mo Sheng, without any intention of blaming him.

Previously, as the head of the family, Mo Sheng naturally had his own stance. There were not many martial artists in the clan at the Spirit Mansion Realm, so it was understandable to sacrifice some subordinates when necessary.

Everything was forced upon us by circumstances.

At this moment, Mo Sheng was dumbfounded, his heart filled with shock and trembling.