Chapter 141: The Sword of Questions
"Friend, please calm down. If the Mo family has offended in any way, I apologize on their behalf," a voice of age and wisdom echoed through the hall.
In the next moment, an elderly figure, as if having lived countless ages, appeared in the grand hall.
His eyes were cloudy, his back hunched, his hair as white as snow, and he breathed heavily with each step, his movements burdened and difficult, as if he lacked the strength to move, resembling a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing.
Approaching Ye Chen, he said, "Father!"
"Grandfather!"
Mo Daohua, Mo Li, and Mo Qingqing hurried forward to support the old man.
Mo Wenjian, the pillar of the Mo family, at the pinnacle of the Emperor's Martial Realm, ranked fourteenth on the Imperial Ranking, possessed formidable strength.
Mo Daohua lifted his heavy arm, pushing aside Mo Daohua and the others, and slowly walked towards Ye Chen. Each step seemed incredibly heavy and arduous, as if he could barely move, like a candle in the wind, on the verge of flickering out.
Approaching the end of his life!
Ye Chen could see Mo Wenjian's condition at a glance. His life was nearing its end, death not far away.
"Friend, this is the Cycle Wood. Is this what you desire?" Mo Wenjian presented a storage ring to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen accepted it, and his divine sense spread out. His expression changed slightly in an instant.
Within his perception, there were four strains of spirit herbs resembling speckled bamboo, with patterns resembling the veins of the human body, exuding a strong vitality.
Although these were far inferior to the Hundred Veins Kunwu Wood in terms of effectiveness, their fluctuations were similar. With four strains taken together, they should be able to replace the Hundred Veins Kunwu Wood.
At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Ye Chen's face.
The boulder weighing on his heart seemed to have lifted in this moment.
Lin Miaoyin had hope.
"Qingxue, let's go." Ye Chen, concerned about Lin Miaoyin, prepared to return to Jin You.
"Friend..." Mo Daohua couldn't help but speak up.
Was Ye Wujin really leaving like this?
"Do you still have something to say?" Ye Chen asked.
"Friend, since the Cycle Wood is what you need, I wonder if the Mo family can make a request?" Mo Daohua spoke up.
Ye Chen stopped and turned to look at Mo Daohua. "If it weren't for the usefulness of this item to me, given your earlier actions, why would I leave directly? Are you sure you want to make a request?"
Mo Daohua could only look at Mo Wenjian.
Mo Wenjian shook his head, indicating for Mo Daohua not to say anything more.
Instead, he, looking somewhat weak, said, "Friend, I wonder if the promise made by Lord Wu Jingtian is still valid?"
"His promise has nothing to do with me and is naturally valid." Ye Chen said.
The promise of Wu Jingtian was Wu Jingtian's business, and he naturally wouldn't veto it.
If it weren't for the interference of the Wan Dao Sword Sect, wasting his time, with these four strains of Cycle Wood, he could have brought about a change in fate. Ye Wujin was by no means the kind of person who would act arrogantly and forcibly take things.
But Mo Daohua wasted this opportunity, and the four strains of Cycle Wood could only be exchanged without further pursuit.
"Thank you, friend." Mo Wenjian breathed a sigh of relief. With this promise, he felt at ease.
Even if he passed away, the Wan Dao Sword Sect would not decline.
"Friend, this is my grandson, Mo Qingqing. Please take her to the Alchemy Hall and apprentice her to Lord Wu Jingtian." Mo Wenjian said.
Apprenticeship?
Ye Chen was puzzled.
Qingxue whispered, "Grandfather did make such a promise."
"If so, let the people of the Alchemy Hall take her to the headquarters. I am busy." Ye Chen left these words behind and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment, friend."
Mo Daohua couldn't help but speak again, taking out several storage rings. "Friend, could you convey a message to Lord Wu Jingtian for us? The Mo family doesn't seek a hundredfold price exchange. We are even willing to offer one hundred million spirit stones in exchange for Lord Wu Jingtian's help in saving my father."
Mo Wenjian had suffered from a hidden injury that was difficult to heal, and it was because of this that people from the Divine Alchemy Palace appeared at the Wan Dao Sword Sect.
Unfortunately, Mu Rongyi was also helpless, so they had to wait for Mu Rongjie to come.
Fortunately, they hooked up with the Alchemy Hall at this time, giving them a glimmer of hope.
"Friend, thank you very much." Mo Wenjian took a deep breath, feeling relieved with this promise.
"Even if he saves him, Lord Wu Jingtian cannot save him."
Ye Chen shook his head.
One word caused Mo Daohua and the others to show expressions of sorrow.
Mo Qingqing's eyes were also filled with tears.
Only Mo Wenjian remained calm. He was the most aware of his own situation.
"He still had one or two years to live originally, but the blood poison in his body will accelerate his death. At most, he has one more month to live. You can start making arrangements." Ye Chen spoke up.
"Blood poison?"
Mo Daohua and the others suddenly turned pale.
Their father had been poisoned by blood?
Even Mo Wenjian's expression changed slightly.
Although he had injuries and his life was nearing its end, when was he poisoned?
Why was he not even aware of it?
"Blood poison conceals itself in the blood, almost imperceptibly. But once it erupts, it will instantly invade the blood vessels, spreading throughout the body with the blood, corroding every part. This poison is almost incurable, at least Mu Rongyi cannot do it, let alone nearing the end of his life, which is even more terrifying than blood poison." Ye Chen said.
In an instant, Mo Daohua and the others turned ashen.
"Blood poison, how could father be poisoned by such a deadly toxin?" Mo Daohua couldn't understand.
"Blood poison also has another symptom, which is that the poisoned person will experience a brief recovery before their death, and this will happen one month later." Ye Chen continued.
One month later?
Suddenly, Mo Daohua's expression changed drastically.
"One month later is the final deadline we agreed upon with the Divine Alchemy Palace. By then, if father recovers, Qingqing will marry Mu Rongyi. Could it be... Mu Rongyi's doing?"
Mo Li said with a solemn voice, "Since father was seriously injured, the Divine Alchemy Palace has shown unusually friendly behavior. It seems they want to bring Mu Rongyi into the Wan Dao Sword Sect, waiting for the day when they can take over the Wan Dao Sword Sect without shedding blood."
"Using blood poison for a brief recovery not only fulfills the promise
, making us grateful, but also accelerates father's death. It's really killing two birds with one stone." Mo Daohua's eyes were filled with killing intent.
At this moment, he wished he could kill his way to the Divine Alchemy Palace.
"The Divine Alchemy Palace's abnormal behavior has been guarded against everywhere by us, but unfortunately, we still fell for it." Mo Li sighed.
"Blood poison, although ruthless and silent, is never introduced into the body for no reason."
Suddenly, Mo Wenjian's mind echoed Ye Chen's voice, causing him to tremble all over. This statement undoubtedly reminded him that the person who poisoned him might be someone close to him.
Mo Wenjian was clear about the Divine Alchemy Palace's intentions. He agreed to Mu Rongyi's treatment but remained vigilant.
No matter what medicine or treatment was used, someone would have to try it first to confirm its safety before it could be used.
But he still got poisoned, which meant there was someone close to him who betrayed him. Perhaps it was one of his two sons. In short, anyone in the Wan Dao Sword Sect was possible.
"Take this hundred million spirit stones. Consider it as payment for your explanation."
Ye Chen accepted the storage ring from Mo Daohua and then flew into the air, ready to return to Jin You. However, Mo Wenjian's words suddenly made him stop again.
"Friend, this Cycle Wood was obtained by me in a secret realm. If you still have needs, you can go there."