60: Mo Yu, a grandson? A bright future!

A Mo Residence martial artist led Mo Xuancang, introducing as they went.

"Patriarch, it's over there. It's said that Zhang Li was last seen on that street ahead, and he hasn't appeared since."

"Furthermore, I've already inquired; that Zhang Li was only at Qi Gathering Realm ninth-level before. He went to Vortex Forest some time ago, but in such a short period, he could at most barely break through to Ning Yuan Realm."

With that, he cupped his fist towards Mo Xuancang.

"Patriarch, I can guarantee that after committing the murder, that Zhang Li still roamed the city for a while. In such a short time, he absolutely couldn't have escaped.

And this is the last place he visited; after that, his figure was no longer seen in the city.

At this very moment, he must be hiding in some corner of this street."

Mo Xuancang listened to the analysis and reasoning of the person before him and greatly admired him.

So, intending to promote him, he asked, "You've done well. By the way, what's your name?"

This Mo Residence martial artist knew his objective had been achieved and was overjoyed. Suppressing his excitement, he replied, "Reporting to the Patriarch, these are all things I should do. I am a direct descendant of the Mo Residence, Mo Yu."

For some reason, Mo Xuancang was very fond of the person before him and laughed, "Mo Yu, is it? Good, very good. After this matter is concluded and I've caught that scoundrel, go find me at the family ancestral hall."

Mo Yu's heart trembled. He, of course, knew what the family ancestral hall meant.

It meant that Mo Xuancang intended to promote him significantly!

With Mo Xuancang's support, breaking through to the Ning Yuan Realm within the family would be effortless for him.

Mo Yu hadn't expected such a small matter to make Mo Xuancang look upon him so favorably.

Originally, his display before Mo Xuancang was merely to increase Mo Xuancang's goodwill.

He never imagined Mo Xuancang would give him such a grand gift.

Subsequently, Mo Yu thought of the sect selection that would soon be held in Tianfeng City.

If he had Mo Xuancang's support, he might just be able to contend for that opportunity.

If he succeeded, that would be a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step!

Originally, Mo Yu had no expectations for this matter, but Mo Xuancang's attitude made him see hope.

The more Mo Yu thought, the more excited he became, deeply knowing that achieving all this would be impossible without Mo Xuancang's support.

For his future, Mo Yu decided to give it another shot.

So, he immediately stopped, knelt before Mo Xuancang on the spot, and said, "Such great kindness from the Patriarch, even going through mountains of daggers and seas of fire, I cannot repay even a fraction. Please allow me to kowtow a few more times to show my sincerity!"

With that, he heavily knocked his head on the ground several times.

The sound was loud and clear, audible from a great distance.

Mo Xuancang was somewhat moved by this situation. What a good child, both grateful and capable!

He had just experienced the pain of losing his grandson and had no son, so a sudden thought of adopting a god-grandson arose.

Since he was a member of his Mo Residence, and a direct descendant, adopting such a god-grandson was not at all excessive.

Thinking this, Mo Xuancang immediately laughed loudly, "Good, since you are so filial, then let me see your performance today. If you perform well, it's not impossible for me to take you as my god-grandson!"

Hearing that his objective was achieved, Mo Yu kowtowed heavily again,

"Yes, Patriarch! I will definitely live up to expectations!"

The other Mo Residence members accompanying them, seeing this, gnashed their teeth in hatred.

They hadn't expected that Mo Yu, who had initially run off and not involved himself in the internal affairs of the Mo Residence,

would become the biggest beneficiary of Mo Xuancang's grandson's death this time.

As for Mo Xuancang saying he would decide after seeing Mo Yu's performance, it was just an excuse, a pretext.

If Mo Xuancang truly had no intention of taking Mo Yu as a god-grandson, he wouldn't have needed to bring it up at all.

Now that he had said it, it proved that Mo Xuancang had already made up his mind, and it was just a reason.

Was there really any danger in this so-called 'watching the performance'?

Didn't they see Mo Xuancang standing right there?

If something really happened, with Mo Xuancang standing there and his current satisfaction with Mo Yu, would he not intervene?

Everyone cursed inwardly, all their efforts during this period had been in vain.

Everything they had done had become a wedding dress for this boy, Mo Yu.

Although they were delayed for quite some time on the road due to Mo Yu, Mo Xuancang was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was very happy.

Coming out, he not only found the murderer of his grandson but also gained a god-grandson, which made Mo Xuancang very pleased.

The so-called 'watching the performance' was indeed just a pretense.

If he really encountered the murderer, Mo Xuancang would personally step in, skin him alive, rip out his bones, and grind him to dust; there would be no need for anyone else to act.

However, since he had decided to recognize Mo Yu as his god-grandson, it was still better to let him perform a little.

Then, Mo Xuancang would personally intervene, citing that Mo Yu was still young and had already done very well.

Contrary to Mo Xuancang's thoughts, Mo Yu was now very eager to show off his abilities.

Although Mo Yu also understood Mo Xuancang's implied meaning, he couldn't simply do as told.

He should take this opportunity to further elevate his standing in Mo Xuancang's heart.

After all, a god-grandson was still a god-grandson; he couldn't compare to a biological grandson.

Today, Mo Xuancang could recognize him as a god-grandson; tomorrow, he might recognize a second, or a third.

Among the direct descendants of Mo Yu's generation, he was not the only one.

In the past, because Mo Xuancang's biological grandson was still alive, all this was meaningless.

As the saying goes, 'this is an exception' often means 'this can be an example.'

Now that this precedent had been set, it might very well happen again in the future.

Mo Yu had now seized the initiative and held an absolute advantage.

Now was the time to perform well; there was no need to hand over such a good opportunity to others.

And to gain favor, one must take risks, and even risks of death.

He knew that the opponent was most likely a Ning Yuan Realm existence, and he had been investigating for so long.

What if the opponent, knowing he couldn't escape, suddenly turned desperate and tried to drag him down with him? Wouldn't he be afraid?

Opportunities are earned by fighting for them with one's life.

Upon reaching the street entrance, Mo Yu immediately volunteered to Mo Xuancang to personally lead the search team.

Although Mo Xuancang was eager to catch the murderer and wanted to go himself,

seeing his filial future god-grandson, to avoid disheartening him, he cautioned him to be careful.

He also sent a Ning Yuan Realm expert to follow, and then let him go.

So, Mo Yu led the team into that street.

And then, there was no 'then.'

A quarter of an hour passed, and there was no movement inside.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed, and there was no movement inside.

An instant passed, and there was still no movement inside.

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