Attitude of the Mo Residence

Attitude of the Mo Residence

. . .

Chu, a realm governed by Emperor Chu Wuwei, was basking in the glory of a flourishing martial path. Although the Emperor himself couldn't cultivate, his fascination with the path of cultivation had infused the entire nation with a zealous spirit, nurturing a golden age for cultivators.

Once, the realm's zenith was the Yuanfu Realm, and Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns were enigmatic legends. But now, Chu occasionally witnessed the awe-inspiring presence of Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns.

Martial academies, particularly the Emperor Star Academy, contributed significantly to this golden era. Emperor Chu Wuwei's support provided abundant resources and powerful innate techniques, nurturing a plethora of prodigious talents. The top ranks of the annual Jun Lin Banquet and Chu's ten elites typically hailed from the Emperor Star Academy.

Beyond the Emperor's efforts, the environment played a role. After the Nine Mystical Palace's fall, the Greencloud Pavilion had emerged as Chu's transcendent power. Unlike the Nine Mystical Palace, the Greencloud Pavilion played an active role, overseeing Chu, Snowcloud, and ten other nations directly, forming the Greencloud Imperial Empire.

This empire, governed by the Greencloud Pavilion, fostered vigorous competition in cultivation among the ten great vassal states, inspiring Chu's people to embrace the martial path.

Despite being a vassal state, Chu remained an independent nation with a rich history, boasting famous figures who were still subjects of conversation, such as Qin Wentian and Chu Mang.

Prince Chu Mang, the foremost among Chu's ten elites, possessed unparalleled combat prowess in Yuanfu. Then there was Qin Wentian, who single-handedly overthrew Chu's previous ruler and held the royal authority, ultimately selecting Chu Wuwei as the new Emperor of Chu.

The Royal Capital of Chu, a city shaped by time's passage, stood firm and resolute, bearing witness to its own tales and history.

To Qin Wentian, Chu seemed minuscule compared to the vastness of the Royal Sacred Region. However, as he gazed upon the Royal Capital from the sky, an indescribable emotion washed over him.

Ten years had slipped by. He had left Grand Xia for Chu at eighteen and returned a decade later. The grudges he once harbored here had dissipated like smoke, replaced by the warmth of cherished memories. A heartfelt smile adorned his handsome face.

Mo Qingcheng shared the same sentiment. How could she not miss this place after a decade away? It was where she had grown up, where her love story with Qin Wentian had taken root.

"I still remember that time in the Dark Forest when I misunderstood you and Fan Le. Your stubborn back then is etched in my memory," Mo Qingcheng said, her gaze fixed on the distant Dark Forest.

Her words stirred Qin Wentian's own recollection of that bygone scene. He chuckled and replied, "Haha! But if not for that misunderstanding, would you have remembered me?"

Mo Qingcheng playfully scolded him, eliciting hearty laughter. In the past, she had been Chu's premier beauty while he had been the royal clan's target. Who could have foreseen the incredible journey they would embark on?

"That tree still stands tall, do you remember the snowfall that blanketed it?" Mo Qingcheng's voice carried a hint of nostalgia as she pointed to an ancient tree during their leisurely stroll through the skies.

"How could I ever forget? That playful nickname 'dumbo' stole my heart away. Back then, my Qingcheng was a little mischief-maker," Qin Wentian teased, earning a blush and a playful pinch from Mo Qingcheng.

As they reminisced, they wandered through the airspace of Chu, retracing the steps of their past.

Below, the citizens of Chu gazed at the sky, their hearts aflutter.

"What a breathtaking maiden," they murmured, unable to look away. Compared to her, Chu's current top beauty paled in comparison. Yet, this ethereal maiden walked hand in hand with a young man, her radiant smile captivating all who beheld it.

Despite the spectacle, no one dared to intrude upon them. The young man exuded a majestic presence, and his captivating aura marked him as an extraordinary figure.

"Shall we head to Sky Harmony City first?" Mo Qingcheng asked softly, aware that Qin Wentian hailed from there.

"No rush. Since we're in the Royal Capital, let's visit your family first," Qin Wentian suggested with a warm smile.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, her eyes reflecting her trust in Qin Wentian's magnanimity. She believed he wouldn't harbor grudges or resentments over past conflicts between him and her clan members.

Indeed, Qin Wentian's love for her surpassed any petty disputes of the past. He was deeply devoted to the woman by his side, willing to forgive and forget.

The Mo Clan remained a prominent Chu family. After old man Mo achieved Heavenly Dipper, the clan's status soared. Rumors circulated about their young miss, Mo Qingcheng, the former number one beauty of Chu, joining a transcendent power in Grand Xia. However, doubts lingered, given the years that had passed without her return. It was not uncommon for a woman of such beauty to attract powerful suitors, including those with less honorable intentions.

Nevertheless, even without Mo Qingcheng, the Mo Clan thrived. Their size expanded, and they employed numerous bodyguards, securing their place as a top-tier family in Chu.

Outside the Mo Residence, guards stood watch, their attention suddenly captivated by an unexcelled figure of his generation, Qin Wentian, hand in hand with a flawlessly beautiful Mo Qingcheng, soaring overhead. As they landed, the guards blinked in disbelief; the pair had vanished before their eyes. Shocked, they hurried inside.

Mo Qingcheng's innocent smile graced her face as she walked the familiar grounds of her home. Those who recognized her were stunned, and an elderly butler bowed deeply upon seeing her.

"Miss Qingcheng, you've finally returned home," the butler exclaimed, tears streaming down his face. Overjoyed, he announced her return throughout the residence. "Little Miss has returned, Miss Qingcheng is home!"

The words of the old butler sent shockwaves through the guards who had followed Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng. Miss Qingcheng? There was only one 'Miss Qingcheng' in the Mo Residence, the unforgettable number one beauty of Chu from ten years ago, Mo Qingcheng.

The Mo Residence quickly erupted in commotion. Among the younger generation, no one outshone Mo Qingcheng. Even after her ten-year absence, the memory of Chu's former number one beauty lingered in the hearts of its people.

Before long, a throng of people gathered before Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng. To Qin Wentian, these faces were unfamiliar; he had only known Mo Qingcheng's father, Mo Tianlin. However, for Mo Qingcheng, they were family.

Elders who had witnessed Mo Qingcheng's childhood were struck by her transformation. She had grown even more beautiful, her aura more radiant than ever. Her mere presence seemed to dim the world around her.

The younger generation stood awestruck. They recalled crowding around Sister Qingcheng when they were children because of her exceptional beauty. Now, as adults, they witnessed her stunning presence in person, and it took their breath away.

However, Mo Qingcheng's hand in Qin Wentian's grasp raised eyebrows and garnered unfriendly glances, especially from the young males of the Mo Clan. They silently questioned the identity of this bold young man who dared to hold the hand of Chu's number one beauty. Had he successfully won her heart?

"F-Father, Mother," Mo Qingcheng called out, rushing into her parents' arms among the crowd. The separation had been far too long.

Mo Tianlin gazed at Qin Wentian with mixed emotions. The young man who had once caused a stir in Chu during the Jun Lin Banquet had undergone a remarkable transformation. His eyes now concealed depths that defied scrutiny. After all these years, he still held Mo Qingcheng's hand, bringing her back home.

Ten years had passed, but their love remained strong.

"Uncle Mo," Qin Wentian greeted respectfully.

Mo Tianlin nodded, his heart lightened by the sight of the couple. "Seeing the two of you still together brings joy to my heart."

Back then, Mo Tianlin had favored Qin Wentian. However, due to the appearance of Hua Xiaoyun and the influence of his father, Old Man Mo, he had been powerless to change the situation.

"Yes, we returned this time to organize a grand wedding for Qingcheng. Uncle Mo, I hope you won't object," Qin Wentian said with a warm smile. His words stunned those present, and all eyes turned to him in amazement.

Even Mo Tianlin was momentarily taken aback. Glancing at Mo Qingcheng, he saw her walking to Qin Wentian's side, taking his hand. With that gesture, Mo Tianlin knew that even if he opposed the marriage, it wouldn't change anything. But he had no reason to oppose; in fact, he welcomed it. He laughed and nodded in agreement, "Since Qingcheng is willing, I see no reason to object."

His response left the Mo Clan members astounded. Who was this young man? How had he secured Mo Tianlin's approval for his marriage to Mo Qingcheng so effortlessly?

"Tianlin," he continued.

An elder of the Mo Clan called out, and Mo Tianlin waved his hand, inviting everyone to sit in their home.

Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng agreed with nods and entered the Mo Residence. Mo Qingcheng was quickly whisked away by her mother, while curious onlookers crowded around Qin Wentian. They bombarded him with questions about his background and cultivation level, but Qin Wentian simply smiled and chose not to answer, preferring to sip his wine in peace.

Just then, an imposing old man approached. His eyes held the vitality of dragons and tigers, exuding a powerful presence. However, he froze in place when his gaze landed on Qin Wentian.

"Father, this young man is here to propose to Qingcheng," one of Mo Tianlin's brothers announced.

"Mhm." Old man Mo's heart surged with emotion. Qin Wentian had brought Qingcheng back? He had resigned himself to never seeing them again.

The crowd watched as old man Mo walked up to Qin Wentian, who stood up instinctively. However, old man Mo gestured for him to remain seated.

"Qin Wentian, the past... It was my foolishness that almost caused Qingcheng great harm. I apologize for my actions, and now that both of you are back safe and sound, my heart is filled with satisfaction. As for your wedding, our Mo Residence will do everything in its power to make it special."

"Qin Wentian!" The spectators' hearts raced when they heard the name. This young man was none other than him, the one who had caused a sensation during the Jun Lin Banquet. Several Mo Clan elders had seen him back then. He had been in love with Mo Qingcheng, and now, after ten years, they were still together.

But they couldn't have known that when old man Mo had witnessed Qin Wentian unleashing his astral souls in anger, he had been profoundly shocked. Looking back on it now, he realized he had failed Mo Qingcheng.

Furthermore, there was a piece of news that had yet to fully sink in. The number one Heavenly Fate Ranking cultivator, Qin Wentian, had traveled a hundred thousand miles dragging a demon sword, feeding it with his blood, and transforming into a primordial great roc to split apart the Pill Emperor Hall. The Pill Emperor Hall was a prominent transcendent power in Grand Xia, yet Qin Wentian had destroyed it for the love of a maiden—Mo Qingcheng.

No one could fathom how shocked old man Mo had been when he heard this news all those years ago. It was as if countless thunderclaps had erupted in his mind. Even now, many years later, he could vividly recall the awestruck expressions on the faces of the people in Grand Xia when they spoke of the legendary Qin Wentian.