First Ranked in the Heavenly Fate Ranking

First Ranked in the Heavenly Fate Ranking...

"IS THIS THE TALENT YOU WANTED?" Qin Wentian's voice reverberated in Old Mo's ears as he sat on the ground, his heart pounding wildly.

Qin Wentian, mastering two Mandates at the first level of Yuanfu, with all three Astral Souls originating from constellations in the 5th Heavenly Layer—were these accomplishments even within the realm of possibility for a human being?

Old Mo, a man who had witnessed countless extraordinary individuals and was deeply knowledgeable, found his mind reduced to a blank slate. He could only sit there, utterly stupefied.

"5th Heavenly Layer, 5th Heavenly Layer..." Old Mo muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. The sheer impossibility of the situation overwhelmed him. Despite encountering numerous geniuses and hearing of legendary figures, he had never encountered someone capable of condensing their first Astral Soul from the 5th Heavenly Layer.

It was inconceivable. In this moment, his thoughts turned to mush, and he continued muttering incoherently.

Gazing at the young man before him, his eyes reflecting both ice and fire, Old Mo, despite being at the peak of Yuanfu, couldn't help but feel a hint of fear creeping into his heart. How formidable could this young man become as he matured?

Chu? It seemed like the Grand Xia Empire was the stage where this youth would shine. He was destined to be mentioned alongside the godly talents of the younger generation in the Grand Xia Empire.

As Old Mo observed how this young man was willing to descend into madness for the sake of Qingcheng, he couldn't help but find it ironic that he had once unconsciously dismissed Qin Wentian and doubted his talent, believing him unworthy of Mo Qingcheng's love. But now, such notions had vanished from his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Old Mo tried to calm his heart, but he still didn't know what to say.

"Let's return and check on Qingcheng," Old Mo muttered quietly, causing Qin Wentian's expression to freeze.

What had happened to Qingcheng? The thought gnawed at him.

"If anything has happened to her, even if you are her grandfather, I will never spare you," Qin Wentian declared icily, his figure turning into a blur as he dashed toward the Mo Clan.

Yet, he hadn't forgotten about Hua Xiaoyun. That man had pushed Qingcheng to the edge. He had to pay, even if he had fled to the Grand Xia Empire.

Old Mo rose to his feet, his gaze fixed on Qin Wentian's retreating figure. He held no blame for Qin Wentian; instead, a sense of self-reproach gnawed at him. Had he grown senile? Witnessing a talented individual like Qin Wentian care for his own granddaughter filled Old Mo's heart with a sense of joy. He could only pray that his beloved granddaughter would survive this ordeal.

A soft breeze rustled the air, and a graceful silhouette materialized before him. It was the masked young woman who had demonstrated the power of a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign. Old Mo felt a surge of fear wash over him.

This enigmatic woman possessed astonishing strength, yet she willingly followed Qin Wentian, showing him deference.

"I didn't see anything earlier," Old Mo stammered nervously, feeling the icy chill emanating from her presence. He believed that Qing`er had come to silence him, fearing he might reveal what he had witnessed.

Qing`er furrowed her brow, seeming slightly displeased. "What do you mean? If you direct killing intent at Qin Wentian again, I will kill you, okay...?"

With that, she turned and vanished from sight, leaving Old Mo to ponder her words.

A tinge of disappointment crossed Old Mo's face. He felt truly aged, recognizing that this was no longer his era. Today had shattered whatever confidence he had left.

Inside the Mo Clan, Qin Wentian arrived at the courtyard where Mo Qingcheng was receiving treatment. Guards stood at the entrance, but at a signal from Mo Tianlin, they allowed him to pass.

"How is Qingcheng?" Qin Wentian asked Mo Tianlin, his eyes filled with concern. "She's still under Senior Luo He's care," replied Mo Tianlin, his face marked with worry and anxiety. "Where is Hua Xiaoyun, that scoundrel?"

"He fled, but he will undoubtedly meet his end," Qin Wentian declared resolutely.

"Indeed, you must be cautious. Hua Xiaoyun comes from an extraordinary background," Mo Tianlin cautioned. He had always held a favorable opinion of Qin Wentian and had long hoped for him to be with Mo Qingcheng. However, due to his father's stance, he had been unable to voice his desires.

Yet today, his father's actions had left him deeply disappointed. Despite Hua Xiaoyun's despicable deeds, Old Mo had refused to take his life. While Mo Tianlin understood that his father was thinking of the clan's interests, he couldn't help but feel betrayed. He wished nothing more than to personally tear Hua Xiaoyun apart for what he had done.

"I will," Qin Wentian replied with a determined nod, his gaze fixed on Mo Qingcheng's room. The wait stretched on for several hours. A soft, gentle glow enveloped Mo Qingcheng's room, accompanied by the soothing scent of medicinal herbs drifting from within.

Inside, Luo He was diligently concocting medicine. Despite being the daughter of the Pill Emperor, she couldn't possibly have millions of medicine pills ready for all types of injuries. Thus, she had to create a suitable medicine on the spot to treat Mo Qingcheng's injuries.

After a tense period, the fragrance of the medicine finally dissipated. Mo Tianlin and Qin Wentian, their hearts filled with anxiety, rushed into the residence. They stood outside Mo Qingcheng's room, eagerly awaiting news.

To Mo Tianlin's surprise, Old Mo also returned, but his attitude towards Qin Wentian was notably different from before. He didn't display any displeasure at Qin Wentian's presence, marking a significant change in his demeanor.

A crisp sound resonated as the door to Mo Qingcheng's room swung open. The onlookers immediately shifted their gazes to the entrance. Luo He and her Emperor Pill Palace disciples emerged.

"Senior, is Qingcheng okay now?" Mo Tianlin inquired, his voice filled with concern.

"You must be Qingcheng's father. Her life has been temporarily preserved, and I plan to bring her back to the Pill Emperor Hall," Luo He calmly replied.

Qin Wentian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight lift from his heart. The hours of agonizing waiting had felt like an eternity to him.

"Senior, thank you. We'll entrust Qingcheng to your care in the future," Mo Tianlin expressed his gratitude with a sincere bow. He was truly thankful that Qingcheng's life had been saved despite the puncture to her heart.

However, at that moment, rustling sounds echoed as a row of silhouettes appeared in the airspace above Mo Residence. Each figure exuded an imposing aura, and their extraordinary strength was apparent. As they materialized, Old Mo furrowed his brows, and the rest of the Mo Clan wore uneasy expressions.

Among this group of people was Hua Xiaoyun, the very individual responsible for Mo Qingcheng's condition. The sight of him incited fury in everyone from the Mo Clan, who wished to tear him apart.

Hua Xiaoyun's countenance appeared sinister. One of his arms hung uselessly from its socket, bound in bandages. He radiated a fierce, murderous intent as he locked his malevolent gaze onto Qin Wentian.

"Elder brother, that's the guy. He's the one who crippled my arm. While his strength can't compare to mine, he wields a formidable divine weapon. He ambushed me and caught me off guard, leading to my defeat," Hua Xiaoyun added fuel to the fire, shouting in madness. Gone was the gentlemanly façade he had once displayed while residing in the Mo Residence, revealing his true nature.

Qin Wentian fixed a steely gaze on Hua Xiaoyun, standing his ground with unapologetic killing intent.

Beside Hua Xiaoyun, a young man cast a quick, appraising glance in Qin Wentian's direction. He had a lean build and a face so finely chiseled it resembled jade. His slanted brows echoed the sharp angles of the Sirius Star, while his eyes were as piercing as swords, exuding a magnetic charisma that compelled people to gaze intently at him, even against their will.

"Elder brother, finish him off," Hua Xiaoyun urged, his eyes filled with malevolence.

"Shut your mouth!" Hua Xiaoyun's brother snapped at him. He knew Hua Xiaoyun's character all too well. This fellow's words were about as trustworthy as a broken promise, maybe worth only half. He suspected that it had something to do with the presence of the Pill Emperor Hall's representatives. Otherwise, how could Hua Xiaoyun, a cultivator at the first level of Yuanfu, fail to defend himself?

However, his suspicion began to waver as he observed the expressions on the faces of the Pill Emperor Hall members.

"Senior Luo He, would you consider healing my brother's arm?" The young man couldn't put his finger on it, but something about the situation felt off. However, because Hua Xiaoyun was his brother, he decided to seek Luo He's assistance first.

"Heal his arm? Does he even have the nerve to ask me?" Luo He raised her head, her countenance freezing over as she stared at the young man. If it weren't for her high regard for him, she might have already dealt with Hua Xiaoyun herself.

"Xiaoyun, what have you done? Why haven't you apologized to Senior Luo He yet?" the young man scolded his brother.

Hua Xiaoyun's gaze shifted nervously, avoiding eye contact with Luo He as if afraid to meet her gaze.

"Senior, due to a moment of foolishness, this junior intended to play a prank on Miss Mo. I never expected my actions to lead to such a catastrophic outcome." Hua Xiaoyun bowed his head, offering a hesitant apology.

Luo He's background was extraordinary. As the Pill Emperor's daughter, who would dare to disrespect her? Moreover, Hua Xiaoyun still needed her assistance to treat his injured arm.

"Enough with your pretentious act," Luo He coldly retorted. "You intended to harm my disciple, pushing her to the brink of life and death. Not killing you is already a favor to your Hua Clan. Besides, I'm not responsible for your arm."

Hua Xiaoyun's brother's expression faltered upon hearing Luo He's words. He couldn't believe his own brother had committed such a despicable act. His icy gaze now held a hint of disdain as he looked at Hua Xiaoyun.

Suddenly, a terrifying sword light flashed.

"ARGHHHHH!" A scream of agony echoed through the air as Hua Xiaoyun's arm was ruthlessly severed from its socket. With a flick of his finger, the severed arm disintegrated into dust, eliminating any hope of ever restoring it.

Everyone present was stunned. Hua Xiaoyun's own elder brother had personally severed his arm?

"Elder brother..." Hua Xiaoyun's eyes filled with tears as he stared at his sibling. He couldn't comprehend why his brother had destroyed his arm, shattering his hopes.

"KNEEL DOWN! Apologize to Senior Luo He!" The young man roared. Hua Xiaoyun had shown no understanding of the gravity of his actions, acting without regard for the consequences. It seemed that the Hua Clan had spoiled him too much. This severed arm was a painful lesson. If Hua Xiaoyun failed to learn from his mistakes, he would likely meet his end at someone else's hands.

Luo He cast a calculating glance filled with slight admiration at the young man's decisive actions. In her heart, she silently acknowledged that he lived up to his reputation. He truly was a peerless character, ranking first in the Heavenly Fate Rankings of the Grand Xia Empire!