Forced Abdication

"I am your ancestor, you brat!"

Mo Qingkuang flew into a rage when he heard that. Wasn't he miserable enough? And now a wandering soul wanted to humiliate him too?!

Immediately, his spoiled nature erupted, "Do you want to die? How dare you humiliate me like this?"

"I'm already dead, you fool!" Mo Fan smiled casually. "What can you do to me?"

Mo Qingkuang was furious. He tried his best to control his soul to attack Mo Fan, but he realized that his body was pitifully weak.

A gentle breeze blew through the gap in the window. His thin soul was on the verge of collapse and almost immediately dissipated.

"Didn't you memorize your family tree?" Mo Fan looked at Mo Qingkuang calmly, "My name is Mo Fan."

Mo Qingkuang's heart was in turmoil when he heard this stranger's voice. Mo Fan! He was a Martial Royal Realm expert from hundreds of years ago, a top figure in the Tianxuan Kingdom, and also the ancestor of the Mo Clan. The first clan master who was also the ancestor of the Mo Clan in Celesouth City!

"You… Are you the ancestor, Mo Fan? Wasn't Ancestor Mo Fan died hundreds of years ago?" Mo Qingkuang's face was filled with disbelief.

"Yes." Mo Fan nodded.

Mo Qingkuang stared at Mo Fan for a long time before sighing, "That's right. It doesn't matter if you're Ancestor Mo Fan or not, I'm already dead. What's the point?"

Yes, they were all dead. Why would they care about their great-grandparents and great-grandchildren?

"Kuang'er–!"

At this moment, Mo Shan, who was beside the bed, let out a sorrowful cry and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face was flushed red and the hatred in his eyes was so deep that it almost seemed tangible.

His wife had died young, and Mo Qingkuang was his only family left. He had high hopes for him since he was young and had always pampered him.

However, he didn't expect that one mistake had led him to send his boy away! The Mo Clan, his lineage, was about to end.

In his fury, he unleashed his powerful aura. The doctors and servants by the bed were sent flying. They quickly got up and prostrated themselves on the ground. "My condolences, Clan Head!"

"My condolences? Why should I be sad? How can I grieve? If Lin Yang, that little bastard, doesn't die, my son's revenge hasn't been avenged. Why should I mourn?" Mo Shan roared in grief.

"Men, gather the experts from the Hui Clan. I want to lead the team personally to kill Lin Yang and avenge my son!" Mo Shan announced and rushed out of Mo Qingkuang's room.

"Clan Head, Eldest Young Master is dead. We understand the Clan Head's grief, and we are extremely saddened by the disaster that befall the Eldest Young Master," Mo Clan's Grand Elder, Mo Hai, stepped forward and bowed.

"However, Lin Yang is now a disciple of the Origin Sword Sect. The fact that the Eldest Young Master had taken a forbidden drug and lost to Lin Yang already displeased the sect. However, considering the unfortunate circumstances that befall the Eldest Young Master, they could not pursue the matter and were benevolent enough to only take back their promise to the Eldest Young Master. If the Clan Head is going to continue with this plan to kill Lin Yang, we will definitely offend the Origin Sword Sect further. When that time comes, our clan will be in more trouble!"

"That's right, Clan Head," Another person beside Mo Hai said, "Don't gamble the fate of the whole clan to avenge a single person!"

Mo Fan remembered this Mo Hai character. He didn't write much about him in the story though.

Mo Hai was Mo Shan's cousin. He was now the Great Elder of the Mo Clan, and his cultivation was not inferior to Mo Shan's. Back then, he was one of Mo Shan's important competitors for the position of Clan Head. If it wasn't for Mo Qingkuang's young age and terrifying talent that suppressed all the younger generation of the Mo Clan, nobody would have known who could be the Clan Head now.

"Hmph! If I don't take revenge for Kuang'er sake, I'll be a useless father! I've made up my mind. There's no use in persuading me anymore!" Mo Shan waved his hand and looked around with an icy glare as if he was ready to kill anyone who tried to stop him.

In the void, Mo Qingkuang watched his father's actions and sorrow welled up in his heart. A sour feeling welled up in his eyes as well, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shed a single tear.

He called his father over and over again and deeply regretted his misdeeds over the years.

If only he had cultivated his body and not relied on his talent to do whatever he wanted and worked hard. This tragedy wouldn't extend to his father, who had always doted on him.

He glared at Mo Hai, who always kicked him when he was at his lowest. He wished he could cut him into pieces and grind his bones into ashes!

After a long silence, Mo Hai said, "Clan Head, if you insist on going your own way, I won't stop you. Even the other Grand Elders would not support your actions. Furthermore, there are many experts in the Origin Sword Sect. If anything happens to the Clan Head, where will our clan go from then? Now that the Eldest Young Master is dead, the position of Young Master is vacant. I am willing to let Qingfeng take over the position of Young Master. From now on, he will do his best to help the Clan Head take revenge!"

As he spoke, Mo Hai pretended to be thinking about the big picture and reluctantly gave up what he had.

Mo Qingfeng was Mo Hai's son with a Black Grade Innate Ability. He was also a grade seven Martial Artist and was the number one person in the Mo Family after Mo Qingkuang.

The Grand Elders were Mo Shan's father and uncles. They did not care about the clan's affairs. Mo Shan's father, who was also the previous Clan Head, had yet to return from his travels. Currently, Mo Hai has the most say in the Supreme Elder Group.

Mo Shan looked at Mo Hai indifferently and suddenly burst into laughter.

After a long while, he stopped and said scornfully as he pants, "Mo Hai, are you so impatient to usurp the throne after seeing me like this?"

Mo Hai did not dare to, but his expression did not show much respect.

However, everyone present knew that Mo Qingfeng was Mo Hai's son. If he really became the Young Clan Head in the future, he might even inherit the position of Clan Head.

Wouldn't that make Mo Hai the real head of the Mo Clan?

Ten years ago, he had failed in the fight for the position of the clan head, and Mo Hai had endured it until now. Was he finally going to have a chance to rise again?

"Clan Head, I think the Great Elder's words are reasonable. The Great Young Master is dead, and Young Master Qingfeng is your disciple. He also has the Mo Clan's bloodline flowing in his veins, and his talent is also extraordinary." The person beside Mo Hai echoed.

The rest of the elders looked at each other. What they said was logical. The Great Elder was powerful, and Mo Qingkuang had just died. In the future, Mo Qingfeng should be the one to carry the cauldron of the Mo Clan.

"We agree."

Mo Shan looked at everyone in shock. He wanted to laugh more, but he couldn't.

After a long while, he finally spoke with a hoarse voice, "Kuang'er's mother died early, and I didn't remarry. Kuang'er has met with misfortune now. As his father, it's my fault for not protecting him well."

"Even if I have to risk my last days, I will avenge Kuang'er! If things fail, Mo Qingfeng can take over the position of Young Clan Head with the Great Elder acting as the Clan Head. As for adoption, there's no need for that. Only Kuang'er is worthy of being my son!"

"Clan Head is wise. We will do our best to help you take revenge! Thank you," Mo Hai said respectfully as he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.

"We are willing to help the Clan Head take revenge!"

"Hahahaha…!" Mo Shan laughed bleakly and staggered out of the hall.

Mo Qingkuang, who was in mid-air, noticed with sadness, his father's youthful appearance had changed. His once black hair was white, his temples were full of wrinkles and his once straight back was hunched like an old man. It was as if he had aged by dozens of years in an instant.

"Father…" Mo Qingkuang wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

That's right, he was already dead. No one knew when he would disappear from this world. Seeing his father being humiliated like this hurt his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Mo Fan, who was watching everything calmly, with a sage-like air.

It was as if he had grabbed onto the last straw that could save his life. He looked at Mo Fan pleadingly, "You! If you are really my ancestor, can you help my father?"