Chapter 323: The Ten-Year Agreement and Lei Ying’s Gift
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"You must be the possessor of the Divine-Grade Bloodline, Mo Yu?"
A voice like rolling thunder echoed through the hall. A terrifying pressure emanated from the projected avatar, plunging the atmosphere into a suffocating silence.
Faced with one of the strongest figures on the continent, Mo Yu's expression turned unprecedentedly serious. Yet, with a demeanor both respectful and composed, he clasped his hands toward Lei Ying's projection and replied,
"Junior Mo Yu greets you. As for whether I possess a Divine-Grade Bloodline, I cannot be certain."
"Oh?" Seeing Mo Yu's modest yet unyielding attitude, Lei Ying's projection showed a trace of surprise.
With Lei Ying's current status and power, only a handful of individuals on the entire Dou Qi continent could speak to him as equals. Even within the Lei Clan, apart from a few senior elders, others treated him with utmost reverence.
Yet, here was Mo Yu, a mere descendant of the fallen Mo Clan and a Dou Wang at that, standing before him with such composure. This piqued Lei Ying's interest.
As Lei Ying's thunderous gaze swept over Mo Yu, his astonishment grew. He sensed the faint yet innate thunderous energy within Mo Yu's body. Though weak now, it carried a subtle pressure, even upon someone like him.
"So, this is the Divine-Grade Bloodline…"
Like Mang Ting before him, Lei Ying also mistook the unique aura within Mo Yu for the Divine-Grade Bloodline. A look of joy appeared in his eyes.
For the Divine-Grade Bloodline to reappear in the Lei Clan after a thousand years, it was as though the heavens had chosen to bless their clan with prosperity!
Watching the shifting emotions on Lei Ying's projection, Mo Yu maintained a calm exterior while secretly sighing in relief.
He had feared Lei Ying might discern some flaws. After all, Lei Ying, an Eight-Star Dou Sheng, even with just a soul projection across half the continent, had far sharper insight than Mang Ting. Should Lei Ying uncover the secrets of his Thunder Soul or his acquired Heavenly Thunder Physique, Mo Yu worried he'd be taken to the Lei Clan as a test subject.
"Ha! What a surprise. Who would've thought the fallen Mo Clan would produce such a talent? Truly unexpected!" Lei Ying's booming laughter filled the hall as he looked at Mo Yu. His expression turned stern. "I heard from Mang Ting that you're unwilling to return to the Lei Clan. Now that I've personally come, do you still hold this intention?"
Mo Yu was momentarily taken aback by Lei Ying's direct question. He hadn't expected the Lei Clan patriarch to be so forthright.
"Patriach, this junior has personal matters to attend to and thus cannot return with Mang Ting for now. I beg for your understanding," Mo Yu replied with a respectful bow.
Lei Ying's projection froze momentarily. He hadn't anticipated that even his personal appearance wouldn't change Mo Yu's mind.
In the Lei Clan, anyone daring to go against his wishes would be thrown into the Thunder Prison.
Mang Ting, standing nearby, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This was the first time he'd seen someone openly contradict the clan patriarch. Across the entire Dou Qi continent, few would dare do so.
"Tell me your reason," Lei Ying said, his thunderous eyes narrowing slightly. Crossing his arms, a terrifying aura subtly spread across the room, causing Mang Ting to visibly pale.
Despite not channeling Dou Qi, the pressure from an Eight-Star Dou Sheng's projection was suffocating. Mo Yu, feeling this overwhelming presence, took a deep breath, composed himself, and replied,
"Patriach, according to Mang Ting, my branch of the Mo Clan is an affiliated line of the Lei Clan. However, due to certain events, I personally eradicated the Yan City Mo Clan.
"Since birth, I've only been cared for by my grandfather and have received nothing from the Yan City Mo Clan. Thus, I felt no guilt in destroying them. Yet, a few years ago, my grandfather was slain by an enemy. Until I avenge his death, I cannot return to the Lei Clan."
As Mo Yu spoke, a glint of red light flickered in his silver eyes. His grandfather's death had always been a thorn in his heart. Although the Hall of Souls was the mastermind, the Yun Lan Sect was deeply implicated as well.
Now that Yuan Manor had risen as the top power in the Black-Corner Region, it was time to settle this matter!
Lei Ying's projection raised an eyebrow, then casually gestured toward Mang Ting. "If it's vengeance you seek, why not let Mang Ting accompany you to annihilate your enemies? Why make it so complicated?"
Mo Yu shook his head. "This is a blood feud, one I must personally settle to soothe my hatred. It cannot be resolved through the hands of others."
Mang Ting couldn't help but gulp as Mo Yu once again defied the patriarch's suggestion.
Lei Ying's projection froze again. However, seeing the determination in Mo Yu's eyes, a hint of intrigue emerged on his face.
Mo Yu clasped his hands once more and added, "Furthermore, I've always valued freedom. Returning to the clan and abiding by its rules would not suit me.
"I've achieved my current position through my own efforts. I believe that even without the clan's resources, I will not fall behind the geniuses of the clan. I hope the Patriach can understand!"
Mang Ting stared in shock at Mo Yu, who dared to declare such lofty ambitions. Yet, to his surprise, the clan patriarch did not get angry. Instead, Lei Ying burst into laughter.
"Ha! What spirit! The more I see you, the more you please me!" Lei Ying exclaimed.
Hearing Lei Ying's laughter, Mo Yu relaxed slightly and allowed a faint smile to emerge.
Fortunately, Lei Ying's forthright and carefree nature worked in his favor. Had he faced someone as cunning as the Gu Clan patriarch, his arguments might not have swayed them.
"If you wish to avenge your blood feud and train independently, I won't stand in your way," Lei Ying said with a smile.
If the news of the Divine-Grade Bloodline had brought him immense joy earlier, Mo Yu's character was now an even greater surprise.
Despite their brief exchange, Lei Ying had already observed Mo Yu's composure, gratitude, and humility.
Most notably, Mo Yu's refusal to rely on the Lei Clan despite its immense allure showcased an ambition and resilience rarely seen.
Lei Ying understood that true talents weren't nurtured in sheltered environments but forged through hardship and battle.
If Mo Yu could one day return to the Lei Clan on his own terms, it would be the greatest proof of his strength—and perhaps even qualify him to inherit the patriarch's position.
"Thank you, Patriach!" Mo Yu said with visible relief, expressing his gratitude.
Before Mo Yu could revel in his relief for long, the projection of Lei Ying's avatar continued, "Although I have agreed to temporarily exempt you from returning to the clan, there are two conditions you must agree to."
"What conditions?" Hearing this, Mo Yu was stunned but quickly asked.
Lei Ying smiled faintly. "Don't worry. You possess the divine-grade bloodline of my clan. Naturally, this old man wouldn't intentionally make things difficult for you.
The first condition is this: if you fail to achieve significant progress through your training within ten years, you must obediently return to the clan and accept the elders' guidance. Only after you have fully mastered your cultivation will you be allowed to leave."
Upon hearing this condition, a thoughtful look flashed through Mo Yu's silver eyes. After a moment, he nodded without hesitation.
Ten years would be sufficient for him to grow to a certain level. By then, even if he returned to the Lei Clan, he would possess a considerable degree of self-preservation ability.
Seeing Mo Yu's confident expression, a glint flickered in Lei Ying's thunderous eyes. For some reason, he had a faint feeling that this young man would bring him a significant surprise in ten years.
Lei Ying chuckled. "As for the second condition, consider it a favor to you. I have a daughter, about your age, who is a peerless beauty. That old man from the Yan Clan has nearly worn out our doorstep trying to betroth her to his son.
"But I couldn't bear to part with her, so I've kept her by my side. However, I find you quite pleasing. How about we arrange a marriage between the two of you here and now?"
Lei Ying's eyes gleamed as he looked at Mo Yu.
If Mo Yu were merely someone with a divine-grade bloodline, that would be one thing. Talent alone was not everything. But this young man's aptitude and temperament both exceeded Lei Ying's expectations.
From his seasoned perspective, it was evident that Mo Yu was a hidden dragon, destined to soar to great heights. Seizing this opportunity to bind Mo Yu tightly to the Lei Clan and the Patriach's lineage was a prudent move.
Furthermore, intermarriage between the Lei Clan's core members and outsiders was common, though it was rare for the Patriach's children to marry out. Yet Mo Yu's exceptional qualities compelled Lei Ying to make an exception.
"This… Patriach, I must report that I already have a fiancée," Mo Yu said hesitantly after a moment of twitching eyebrows upon hearing Lei Ying's second condition.
The suggestion had caught him entirely off guard. It gave him the absurd feeling of, I thought we were comrades, but you want to be my father-in-law.
Hearing this, Lei Ying's projection froze momentarily before turning to Mang Ting, who stood nearby.
"Patriach, what Mo Yu says is true," Mang Ting quickly explained. "He grew up in the Xiao Clan of Wu Tan City and was betrothed to Xiao Yu, the granddaughter of the Xiao Clan's elder, four years ago."
Lei Ying's projection frowned slightly. "The Xiao Clan of Wu Tan City… If I recall correctly, they are a declining branch of the Xiao Clan. I didn't expect you to have such deep ties to them."
Pausing, Lei Ying seemed to recall something. "I remember crossing swords with Xiao Xuan a thousand years ago. Unfortunately, I narrowly lost that battle."
Mo Yu's lips twitched at this. Xiao Xuan was the strongest figure of his time, unparalleled in the continent. Compared to him, even Lei Ying fell far short. To call that a narrow loss was an understatement.
Although he scoffed inwardly, Mo Yu wisely kept his thoughts to himself.
Lei Ying, oblivious to Mo Yu's musings, sighed. After a moment of reflection, he said, "Since you already have a betrothal with the Xiao Clan, out of respect for Xiao Xuan, I won't separate you.
"But in the Dou Qi Continent, having multiple wives is perfectly normal. I'll make a small concession for Fei'er—marry both Xiao Yu and her."
Lei Ying's domineering declaration left Mo Yu momentarily stunned. He couldn't help but reevaluate the man before him.
Lei Ying, known in the original lore as a battle-crazed madman, indeed lived up to his reputation: bold, unrestrained, and unconcerned with convention.
A daughter of the Lei Clan's Patriach, one of the continent's most powerful clans, sharing a husband with another woman—if news of this spread, it would undoubtedly shock the world. Many men would envy and resent Mo Yu immensely.
Yet Lei Ying treated the matter as trivial, paying no heed to others' opinions.
Mo Yu could only smile bitterly and shake his head. He harbored no romantic feelings toward this so-called Fei'er. With Cai Lin and Yun Yun already in his life, both peerless beauties of the continent, Mo Yu felt content.
However, seeing Lei Ying's eager expression, Mo Yu knew that rejecting the proposal would likely result in him being dragged back to the Lei Clan.
Reluctantly, he gave a bitter smile to Lei Ying's projection and said, "In that case, I humbly accept."
"Ha! Excellent! I'll inform Fei'er of this good news shortly. I've found her an outstanding husband," Lei Ying said, laughing heartily.
Before Mo Yu could respond, Lei Ying waved his hand. A flash of lightning appeared, and three items, each radiating a powerful thunderous aura, floated before Mo Yu.
The first was a black, ancient token; the second, a talisman surrounded by black lightning; and the third, a small golden dragon exuding golden thunder.
"This is the Black Demon Token, the Black Thunder Talisman, and the Nine Profound Golden Thunder Dragon I captured from the Thunder Sea. Consider these my betrothal gifts for you and Fei'er," Lei Ying said with a light chuckle.
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