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"If an ordinary person were stared down by this middle-aged man, they might have already been intimidated.

But after glancing at him, Fang Yuan lost interest, refocusing on the food on the table, treating the middle-aged man beside him as if he were invisible.

"Who is that person? Dressed like a servant and not a Gu Master, yet dares to question Young Master Fang Yuan?" A waiter in the inn, sensing trouble, huddled in a corner, asked incredulously.

"Hmph, he's just bluffing. Clearly a strong servant of the Mo Clan, relying on his backing to challenge a Gu Master. If it were anyone else, who would dare?" Someone nearby sneered disdainfully.

"True, but a mere mortal daring to shout at a Gu Master. Hah, must feel good."

"Tch, don't overestimate Gu Masters. Young Master Fang Yuan is only at the first level of Qi Condensation, just recently bonded with his Gu. In a real fight, he might not even beat this physically robust mortal."

"Well, let's hope they don't wreck things in our inn when they fight."

The waiters exchanged nervous whispers, none daring to step forward, only peering cautiously.

"Huh? You're still focused on eating and drinking." Seeing his words had no effect on Fang Yuan, the robust middle-aged man's eyes flashed with coldness. "You think I'm bluffing? People have already informed Miss Mo Yan, she'll be here any moment. Kid, don't even think about running. Not that you could. I'm here to keep an eye on you. You'll regret it soon."

Fang Yuan paid no attention, continuing to eat.

The middle-aged servant furrowed his brow. He saw no trace of fear or panic on Fang Yuan's face. This made him feel insulted, as if he was being ignored and his dignity affronted.

Having been a servant in the Mo Clan for over a decade, he enjoyed considerable trust from his masters. Over time, he had learned a bit about Gu Masters.

A Qi Condensation first stage Gu Master like Fang Yuan mostly relied on physical combat. In battles, the intimidation from Gu insects often outweighed their actual effects.

He knew that young Gu Masters like Fang Yuan, just beginning their cultivation journey, were far weaker than physically mature men like himself. In a hand-to-hand fight, his long-term training would give him the upper hand.

Moreover, Fang Yuan had only bonded with the Moonlight Gu, capable at most of releasing a few Moon Blades.

The middle-aged man had been a sparring partner long ago. He knew firsthand that the Moon Blades of a Qi Condensation first stage could at most cut a palm-sized wound, limited in their effectiveness.

Backed by the Mo Clan, he was confident and eager to impress to gain rewards and recognition from his masters.

"Kid, you've got guts..." The middle-aged man's tone grew more hostile. Rolling up his sleeves, he revealed muscular arms covered in scars, veins bulging like ropes. His upper arms were thicker than Fang Yuan's thighs.

The waiters watched nervously, some customers already beginning to settle their bills hastily, eager to leave this place of conflict.

"Found Fang Yuan?" At that moment, a clear and haughty female voice echoed from the doorway.

Mo Yan strode into the inn with a group of Mo Clan servants.

She was tall and well-built, albeit with a plain face, bearing the distinctive features of the Mo Clan. Her appearance was mediocre at best, dressed in a blue martial outfit with a wide red belt adorned with square iron plates, prominently engraved with the character "二".

Fresh from completing a clan mission, her attire carried a hint of ruggedness, adding to her commanding presence.

As she entered, the inn fell silent under her imposing aura.

"Servant Gaowan pays respects to Miss." The middle-aged man, seeing Mo Yan, immediately changed his demeanor.

With a sycophantic smile, he bowed deeply, taking a few small steps forward before kneeling, greeting Mo Yan respectfully.

The inn's waiters, witnessing this abrupt transformation, were dumbfounded.

Gaowan's tall and muscular frame, coupled with his awkward obeisance, was somewhat comical. Yet, none of the waiters dared to laugh, realizing it underscored Mo Yan's dominance.

Some silently worried for Fang Yuan. He was a valuable customer, and any harm to him could jeopardize the inn's business.

Others prayed silently: hoping Fang Yuan would surrender peacefully. A conflict damaging the inn's property would be disastrous.

Ignoring Gaowan's prostration, Mo Yan's eyes locked onto Fang Yuan, striding purposefully to his table, her voice dripping with menace. "So, you're Fang Yuan? Enjoying your meal, are you? I wonder if you've ever tasted a fist. I'll make sure you get a taste. Perhaps it'll be even more satisfying."

Despite her words, Mo Yan hesitated to strike immediately.

Fang Yuan's calm demeanor was unsettling, too odd. Could he have someone backing him?

"But that doesn't make sense. I did my research before coming. This Fang Yuan is just a typical orphan, abandoned by his family, raised by his uncle and aunt who kicked him out. Plus, he's only a Grade C aptitude. What background could a weak youth like him possibly have?" Mo Yan muttered to herself.

"But no matter what, abnormality implies intrigue. This situation is peculiar, I need to probe."

Fang Yuan chuckled, glancing sideways at Mo Yan. "Who told you I'm Gu Yue Fang Yuan?"

Mo Yan froze for a moment, then immediately turned to look at Gao Wan.

Gao Wan, just about to stand up, promptly knelt back down, forehead dripping with cold sweat, stuttering nervously, "Master, I... I..."

They had a portrait of Fang Yuan, but they also knew that Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng were identical twin brothers, very similar in appearance.

"No wonder this youth is so confident. So he's Fang Zheng, not Fang Yuan." For a moment, the Mo Clan servants around Mo Yan speculated.

"Fang Zheng isn't someone Fang Yuan can compare to. The latter is just Grade C, alone with no backing. The former is a Grade A genius, already recognized by the clan leader in the Awakening Ceremony, with boundless future potential!" Mo Yan, not receiving a definitive answer from Gao Wan, grew more hesitant.

At this moment, the only ones aware of Fang Yuan's identity were the group of inn waiters huddled in the corner.

But neither side could afford to offend them, so everyone kept their lips sealed.

Having finished his meal, Fang Yuan slowly stood up, calmly looking at Mo Yan. "You were looking for Fang Yuan, right? Follow me then, I'll take you to the academy dorms to find him."

"If this person in front of me is Fang Zheng, I don't want to offend him. If it's Fang Yuan, I'll stick close to him to prevent any impersonation." In an instant, Mo Yan made up her mind.

"Alright, I'll go with you to the academy. Lead the way!" Mo Yan stepped aside to clear a path, extending her palm, eyes sharp and commanding, signaling Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan smiled faintly, lifted his head, and walked ahead.

Mo Yan followed closely behind, with a group of servants trailing behind her.

"That was close."

"They're finally gone."

"Even if they fight, it's no longer our inn's concern."

Left behind, the inn's waiters sighed in relief, patting their chests in gratitude.

The group arrived at the entrance of the academy.

"Halt! Outsiders are not allowed in the clan academy without permission." Two guards at the entrance intercepted Fang Yuan, Mo Yan, and their group.

"How dare you! You don't recognize me? You dare to stop me." Mo Yan swept her gaze over the guards, rebuking them.

"We dare not." The guards quickly saluted.

"Miss Mo Yan, we have you in our hearts, but the clan rules are strict. How about this, Miss Mo Yan, you can bring in one servant. This is our utmost concession." An elderly guard replied respectfully.

Mo Yan snorted coldly, somewhat reluctant, but she didn't dare openly defy the clan rules.

The Mo Clan was powerful, but this also made them a target. Besides the Mo Clan, there were rivals like the Chi Clan waiting to exploit any misstep by the Mo Clan.

"You all stay here, Gao Wan, come with me." After some consideration, Mo Yan gave the order.

Gao Wan immediately straightened up, a joyful expression on his face. "Thank you, Miss, for your appreciation!"

"Let's go, junior brother." Mo Yan smiled meaningfully at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's expression remained calm as he led the way.

He arrived at the dormitory door, unlocked it, and pushed it open.

Stepping inside, he halted in his tracks.

The door wide open, the room lay bare and empty, with simple furnishings and no one else inside.

Mo Yan stood at the doorway, glancing inside, her expression slightly darkening. "Junior brother, you better explain. There's no one in this room!"

Fang Yuan smiled lightly. "But I am a person, aren't I?"

Mo Yan stared at Fang Yuan, her eyes flashing with realization. "I'm looking for Gu, Yue, Fang, Yuan!"

Fang Yuan chuckled softly. "I never said I'm not Gu Yue Fang Yuan."