74: How could things turn out like this? I, Chen De, am also innocent!

A night with a dark moon and high winds is a night for murder and arson!

After comforting his son, Feng Zhe planned to act against the Mo Residence that very night.

Feng Zhe had wanted to deal with the Mo Residence for a long time, and now that he had the chance, he didn't want them to live another day.

However, Feng Zhe didn't want Chen De to go with him for this battle.

This was because the City Protection Array consumed resources every time it was used.

For Feng Zhe, it was naturally best not to use it if possible.

So this time, Feng Zhe planned to directly lead his men to wipe out the Mo Residence.

However, if Chen De were brought along, he might encounter danger or get injured.

With only twelve days left until the Sect Selection, Feng Zhe didn't want anything to happen to his son during this time.

But Feng Zhe also didn't want to dampen his son's enthusiasm.

As a martial artist, one's hands must be stained with blood. Even if he protected his son perfectly within the family,

what about after he entered the sect?

His strength was not enough to protect Chen De within the sect himself.

If he truly had that ability, he wouldn't have sent his son to the sect to cultivate.

So after entering the sect, Feng Rin would eventually have to face everything.

Seeing some blood was not a bad thing.

Therefore, after much deliberation, Feng Zhe entrusted his concubine's family to Chen De to handle.

He also instructed Chen De to flay and dismember everyone in the concubine's family, regardless of gender or age, and execute them by slow slicing.

He wanted everyone in Tianfeng City to see what fate awaited those who plotted against his City Lord's Mansion.

When Chen De heard this, he exclaimed, "How can this be!"

He had already prepared to kick them when they were down, beat a fallen dog, and take advantage of the chaos when going to destroy the Mo Residence.

There were so many reasonable ways to kill his stepmother, why would Chen De use this one?

Wasn't it all just to make a fortune?

Now that he wasn't allowed to go, wouldn't Chen De's efforts be in vain?

So, Chen De naturally firmly rejected the request Feng Zhe made.

Feng Zhe, in turn, also disagreed and firmly stated that Chen De should follow his arrangements.

Regarding his son's safety, Feng Zhe was not so easily swayed.

Chen De, however, declared, "If you don't let me go, I'll go secretly, I'll follow you."

"At worst, I'll go ahead, I'll go now. I've grown up, you can't control me anymore."

These words made Feng Zhe quite angry, but then he had a change of thought.

"Yes, my son has grown up and has his own ideas. Perhaps, letting him make decisions based on his own choices is actually more correct."

"Alright, this time I'll prepare the City Protection Array in advance."

"It's just a small consumption. To let my son truly see blood and grow, it's worth it."

In the end, Feng Zhe still agreed to Chen De's request, allowing him to go along to destroy the Mo Residence.

As for the concubine's family, Feng Zhe would not give up on them either.

Originally, they were meant for his son to practice on, but since they weren't needed now,

they couldn't be let off. He would send others to deal with them.

Receiving a satisfactory answer, the father and son exchanged a smile.

Although Feng Zhe might have suffered a small loss, the final outcome was pleasant for both father and son.

Then, Feng Zhe gave orders for the people in the residence to prepare as quickly as possible.

He only said that there would be a major operation that night, but Feng Zhe did not inform them of the specifics.

The matter of destroying the Mo Residence was known only to Chen De and Feng Zhe, the father and son.

After all, the city's forces were deeply entrenched, and there might even be people from the Mo Residence within his City Lord's Mansion.

Otherwise, how did Mo Xuancang get in and become so familiar with his concubine?

The concubine's strength alone would definitely not be enough; there must be other informants in the City Lord's Mansion.

However, since they were acting tonight, there was no way to conduct a too detailed investigation.

The only thing they could do was eliminate everyone who had entered or exited the concubine's courtyard within that day.

As for the remaining people, once the Mo Residence was destroyed, they would naturally become loyal.

At that time, he would slowly, one by one, root them out.

All of them would suffer a fate worse than death!

...

Mo Residence.

Mo Xuancang sat in the patriarch's seat of the Mo Residence, his face fluctuating between clear and overcast.

He wasn't a real madman or a true fool.

He knew he had been set up today.

And based on his many years of understanding Feng Zhe, Feng Zhe would absolutely not believe him.

The last person Feng Zhe had smiled at and comforted had his head impaled at the entrance of the City Lord's Mansion.

Everyone in their entire faction, regardless of gender, age, or youth, had been slaughtered, their heads piled together as a warning.

Mo Xuancang had seen such things countless times over the years.

In fact, on a few occasions, it was his Mo Residence that had sent people to do it.

Having worked for Feng Zhe for so many years, he understood Feng Zhe's methods all too well.

Feng Zhe not acting against him today was absolutely not because of his kindness.

It was because the situation in the Vortex Forest outside was still unclear.

Perhaps there was still a use for him, which was why he hadn't made a move.

After all, a concubine, for Feng Zhe, was merely a tool that could be used however he wished and discarded at will.

It was just a concubine. Even if he hadn't done anything, even if he had.

As long as he was still useful, he might not necessarily be in trouble.

Besides, he no longer had that function, so how could he do anything to that concubine?

However, at that time, even if he had exposed the matter, Feng Zhe would not have believed him.

Even if he had presented evidence to Feng Zhe, Feng Zhe would only have considered it an excuse.

Because his 'thing' was still there, it just couldn't get hard anymore.

But how could such a thing be proven? Whether it got hard or not was up to Mo Xuancang alone to say.

Did he have to gather a large group of men, take off his pants, and see if it could get hard?

Moreover, doing 'that thing' with a woman didn't necessarily require using 'that'.

Some people might have some special fetishes.

There were too many things, too many possibilities. Just by his presence there, with the concubine in his arms,

he was already beyond vindication.

At that moment, Mo Xuancang also knew that it was absolutely not a place to stay long.

If Feng Zhe suddenly cared about a man's dignity and, in a fit of rage, killed him on the spot, that would be too unjust!

Fortunately, Feng Zhe helped him explain and even seemed to believe him, telling him to return first.

But Mo Xuancang understood that all of this was just the calm before the storm.

If the Silver Scale Rhino King didn't have an accident, he might actually be fine.

From now on, Feng Zhe would treat him as before, as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Mo Xuancang suddenly wished that the Silver Scale Rhino King, his rival for half a lifetime, would live well.

It was laughable to say that as mortal enemies, his own life depended on the other party.

Mo Xuancang felt a sense of desolation at this moment. It turned out that all his efforts in this life were merely living at the mercy of others.

"Report!"

A servant of the Mo Residence walked up to Mo Xuancang, "Reporting to the Patriarch, someone has come to visit! And he said you must personally go out to greet him. It seems he's quite important!"

The servant's body trembled as he spoke. He had heard that ever since Mo Xuancang's youngest grandson died,

Mo Xuancang had suddenly developed a penchant for crushing people into meat paste.

Many people in the residence had been turned into meat paste by him, and the servants were replaced in waves.

However, he hadn't lost his mind; he had never laid a hand on the people of the Mo Residence.

But their servants of the Mo Residence were suffering.

"Good, I understand."

After Mo Xuancang finished speaking, he slapped the servant in front of him, turning him into a meat paste.

He stood up and walked outside...