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Chapter 170 Doing Whatever You Want

博城

Mu family manor

Mo Xie looked at Mu He, who was hiding behind Mu Zhuoyun, sweating profusely, and then turned to Mo Fan with a playful smile, asking, "What? Don't you want revenge? Are you just going to let the humiliation of your father go? 'A dog relying on its master' isn't just a saying; some scoundrels are really swaggering around because of their masters. Coincidentally, I have a small matter to discuss with him. I can allow you to go and take your revenge first, and then I'll deal with my problem."

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority that echoed in the vast manor hall. Every word seemed to carry an invisible pressure, making everyone present tremble.

"Wait! You... why are you helping me?" Mo Fan asked, puzzled, upon hearing Mo Xie's question. After all, he had no relation to Mo Xie, nor did he think he knew him. At this moment, Mo Fan was filled with doubt and wariness. This man who had suddenly appeared before him possessed unfathomable strength, yet he was offering to help him take revenge for no apparent reason, which made him feel extremely uneasy.

Mo Xie chuckled lightly, then casually sculpted two stools before sitting down with He Xi, saying nonchalantly, "Does it matter who I am? You only need to know that I'm happy doing this. As for why, what does it matter?"

Mo Xie was right. After all, wasn't his relentless pursuit of strength all for the sake of doing whatever he wanted? Did the reasons even matter? As long as Mo Xie was happy, what did it matter if he completely refined the entire world of Full-Time Magister?

This was precisely the goal he had been pursuing. He sat on the stool, relaxed and at ease, as if everything around him was under his control. His calm expression made it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

Mo Fan was taken aback upon hearing this. He glanced at Mu He standing behind Mu Zhuoyun, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fist but ultimately let it go.

After all, just as Mo Xie said, he did harbor considerable hostility towards Mu He. He had personally witnessed his father being humiliated by Mu He. However, he had to admit that Mu He hadn't done anything wrong, given the undeniable difference in social class.

And although his father had paid a heavy price to get him into Tianlan Magic High School, he had to admit that Mu He had indeed made a significant contribution. At this moment, Mo Fan was in a state of inner turmoil, torn between the desire for revenge and reason, plunging him into a painful struggle.

Seeing this, Mo Xie didn't say much, but calmly looked at Mu He and asked, "I can give you a chance. If you obey, I can give you a quick death. But if you don't obey! I can tell you very seriously! Death will be a luxury! Because even if you die! I can pull you back from hell!"

His eyes were icy cold, as if they could see right through Mu He's heart. The powerful intimidation in his words made Mu He's body tremble involuntarily.

"You! What do you mean?!" Mu He's scalp tingled as he looked at the gaze directed at him, and he asked in a trembling voice. Those around him immediately looked at Mu He warily, unsure of what would happen next, their hearts filled with tension and unease.

Mo Xie ignored his question and calmly said, "Wu Ku should have finished making arrangements by now, right?"

"You!?" Upon hearing this, Mu He's face instantly stiffened. He looked at Mo Xie in disbelief before forcibly suppressing his shock and calmly replying, "I don't know who Wu Ku is, let alone what he's planning!" His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of panic. Clearly, he cared deeply about Mo Xie's words and had something to hide.

"Sigh, forget it, there's no point in wasting time talking to you!" Mo Xie, hearing Mu He's words, had no desire to waste any more words and stretched out her right hand. Mu He instantly felt a tremendous force coming from him, and then flew uncontrollably toward Mo Xie.

The next moment, Mo Xie grabbed Mu He's head, and with just a slight exertion, Mu He vanished on the spot like the ashes of a piece of paper that had been burned to ashes and scattered by the wind.

This scene unfolded so quickly that everyone present was stunned. They hadn't expected Mo Xie to defeat Mu He so easily, and they gained a new understanding of Mo Xie's strength.

The next second, Mo Xie focused his gaze in one direction.

"Since we're here, let's clean this up! Then we can merge this world into the Boundless Heavenly Domain!" Mo Xie murmured indifferently, his eyes flashing with a dark golden light. That light, like stars in the night sky, was mysterious and powerful, making it impossible to look directly at.

next moment.

A beautiful middle-aged woman in her thirties and a kind-looking, sorrowful middle-aged monk suddenly appeared in the hall.

The middle-aged beauty wore a long black dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, like a ghost in the night. Her face was fair and delicate, with well-defined features, and her eyes revealed a cold and aloof temperament, as if she could see into people's hearts.

The middle-aged monk, dressed in a gray robe, had a compassionate face, yet exuded an air of mystery. His eyes were deep, as if they contained boundless wisdom.

"What's going on?" Salang looked around in astonishment, feeling utterly bewildered. Just moments ago, she and Wu Ku were surveying the terrain outside Bo City, preparing the final step of their plan, but in the blink of an eye, they had appeared in the Mu family's manor. Her clear, slightly surprised voice broke the silence in the hall.

“Salang! And! Wu Ku!” Mo Xie looked calmly at the two people in front of him without any change in his eyes.

Upon hearing the two names called out by Mo Xie, the people at the Mu Family Manor instantly erupted into chaos. After all, few people might know the name Wu Ku! But the name Salang!

A criminal wanted by the entire planet! The Cardinal of the Black Vatican! The most insane Cardinal! How many people on Earth with even a little status don't know him?! Everyone's faces showed expressions of horror. They never expected that an important figure from the Black Vatican would appear here, and that he seemed to have some connection with Mo Xie.

However, the mysteriously appearing Mo Xie casually teleported a middle-aged couple and then immediately declared that the woman was none other than Salang, the Cardinal High Priest of the Black Vatican, who was wanted throughout the entire Earth!

Salang and Wu Ku also instantly noticed Mo Xie and He Xi in front of them.

"Who are you?!" Wu Ku asked Mo Xie with a sorrowful and compassionate expression. His voice was deep and calm, as if he were untouched by worldly affairs.

Seeing this, Mo Xie calmly asked, "I can give you a chance to join the Wuji Heavenly Palace. If you refuse, I rarely give someone a chance to court disaster because of uncontrollable factors!" His tone was calm, yet it carried an irresistible power, as if he were declaring his authority.

"Heh, is this young master underestimating me by poaching people right in front of me?" Although somewhat at a loss, Salang still stepped forward and looked at the other party with icy eyes after hearing Mo Xie's words.

After all, Bo City was just a testing ground! Her real target was the spirits of the ancient capital of China! And her biggest trump card was Wu Ku, who was right beside her! What if Wu Ku was poached by Mo Xie?

Then her entire revenge plan would completely collapse! So even though the young man before her was mysterious and unpredictable, Salang still steeled herself and stepped forward to question him. Her eyes revealed a hint of determination and resentment; for the sake of her plan, she had to protect Wu Ku.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie merely glanced calmly at Salang, his gaze seemingly able to see through her every thought, yet devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Mo Fan, and said in an unperturbed tone, "This woman is called Salang, but she has another identity that will interest you! Ye Chang, Xin Xia's mother!"

"Xinxia's mother?!" Upon hearing this, Mo Fan trembled instantly, as if struck by lightning, freezing on the spot. His eyes widened like saucers, filled with disbelief, and he subconsciously followed Mo Xie's gaze to look at Ye Chang.

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. His past with Xin Xia and his doubts about Xin Xia's background all became chaotic under the impact of those words.

He carefully observed Ye Chang's face and found that her features were indeed somewhat similar to the appearance of Xin Xia in his memory, especially her eyes. Although they were cold and unfamiliar, the charm between her eyebrows and eyes seemed familiar.

Mo Fan felt his heart pounding violently in his chest, a complex mix of emotions churning within him—surprise, doubt, and above all, an indescribable shock.

Xin Xia, sitting in her wheelchair, suddenly widened her once clear eyes in disbelief. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Her hands gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She had always longed for news about her mother, but she never imagined she would learn of her mother's existence in this way, and that her mother was none other than Salang, the Cardinal leader of the Black Vatican, wanted by the entire world.

It was as if a boulder had been thrown into her heart, stirring up a thousand waves. Countless questions and emotions intertwined in her mind, making it difficult for her to accept this cruel reality for a while.

After saying this, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his gaze to Wu Ku again, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "I'll give you one more minute to consider. After one minute! I have no interest in wasting time on a rat in the gutter!"

His words, like a cold, sharp blade, pierced the tense atmosphere in the hall. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Wu Ku, awaiting his answer.

Wu Ku's face still wore that sorrowful and compassionate expression, but a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and a layer of fine sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.

He knew he was facing a difficult choice that would determine his fate and could even affect the entire Black Vatican.

In that brief yet seemingly endless minute, the hall was utterly silent, save for the soft breathing and heartbeats of the people present. Everyone awaited Wu Ku's decision, the atmosphere tense to the extreme. Mo Xie sat there quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze coldly fixed on Wu Ku, as if scrutinizing a lamb to the slaughter.

He Xi stood quietly to the side, her eyes calm, yet subtly revealing a powerful aura, like a goddess guarding Mo Xie, ready to deal with any possible situation.

Time ticked by, each second like a heavy note striking people's hearts. Mo Fan and Xin Xia also temporarily recovered from their shock, their gazes unconsciously turning to Wu Ku, their hearts filled with anticipation and tension for what was to come.

Salang was filled with worry and unease. She knew how important Wu Ku was to her and understood that Mo Xie was powerful and not to be underestimated. She secretly prayed that Wu Ku would make the right choice, while also planning her response strategy in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Finally, with one minute almost up, Wu Ku's body trembled slightly. He raised his head to meet Mo Xie's cold gaze, ready to state his decision...