Chapter 29

Before long, the news had spread throughout the hall.

Mo Jia's old friend had come to visit, and his gift was a piece of high-quality spirit stone.

Upon hearing about the high-quality spirit stone, many people showed envious expressions.

Cultivators within the sect were supported by the sect, and once they reached a high level, they didn't have to worry about spirit stones for their cultivation.

For family cultivators and those scattered cultivators with insufficient talent, the path of cultivation was much more difficult.

A single spirit stone could last a cultivator at the third or fourth level of the Cultivation Foundation stage for half a year.

A high-quality spirit stone, such a treasure, might not even exist in the entire Greenwood Town.

Mo Yuan, who was known as the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor, and Han Muye were invited to the main seats.

All of Mo Jia's experts gathered around them.

Mo Yunteng, the head of the Mo family and a third-level Condensation Qi expert, also sat cautiously in a side seat.

He saw that this Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor seemed to be only at the peak of the Cultivation Foundation stage, and his disciple hadn't even reached the third level of the Cultivation Foundation stage.

But this was impossible.

A powerful person who could casually take out a high-quality spirit stone must have extremely profound cultivation. The cultivation level they displayed was just to avoid shocking the world.

Perhaps, the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor was already at the Foundation Establishment stage, or even the Earth Realm?

If they could form a connection with such a powerful person, the Mo family would surely rise to prominence!

With a burning heart, Mo Yunteng and the Mo family members became even more enthusiastic, gathering around Mo Yuan to chat warmly.

Mo Yuan just asked a few casual questions, and Mo Yunteng and the others introduced their family's rise and the strong figures within the clan in great detail.

Mo Yuan occasionally asked a few questions, always hitting the key points, making the Mo family members marvel at how insightful this senior truly was.

Even some cultivation matters and stories from the cultivation world, when mentioned casually by Mo Yuan, made everyone feel they had gained much.

"My master is traveling the world and now has the intention to retire. Greenwood Town is a nice place."

Han Muye, sitting beside him, spoke casually.

Retire!

Mo Yunteng's face showed joy, and he quickly bowed. "Ancestor, my Mo family is the first family in Greenwood Town. If the Ancestor chooses to retire here, all your daily needs will be taken care of by my Mo family."

Han Muye turned to look at Mo Yuan.

This was what they had agreed upon beforehand.

The Mo family wanted to use Mo Yuan's name to bolster their reputation. If he returned as Mo Yuan and people found out he was just an old man who hadn't reached the Condensation Qi stage, it would damage the Mo family's reputation.

It was better to return under a pseudonym, serve as a guest advisor, and spend the rest of his days with the Mo family.

After all, no one recognized him after two hundred years.

Hearing Mo Yunteng's words, Mo Yuan didn't nod directly but chuckled and said lightly, "We'll see. It depends on fate."

The more he did this, the more eager Mo Yunteng and those behind him became.

Perhaps if the Mo family showed more sincerity, they could persuade this powerful person to stay?

Mo Yunteng was just about to offer more incentives when a commotion came from the entrance.

The Sun family's new couple had arrived.

"Hehe, go ahead and welcome the bride. Don't worry about me." Mo Yuan waved his hand with a smile.

"Such a joyous occasion should be celebrated. I enjoy watching it."

Hearing Mo Yuan's words, Mo Yunteng's eyes lit up.

Old people were like that, enjoying the sight of their juniors being lively and prosperous.

This Ancestor truly considered the Mo family close, to say such things.

As long as the wedding was done well, it might make the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor want to stay with the Mo family.

"Senior, I'll go welcome the bride first."

Mo Yunteng bowed to Mo Yuan and led the Mo family members out.

All the guests in the hall followed them out.

"Ah, I'm glad to see the Mo family so prosperous." In the empty hall, Mo Yuan turned to look at the red silk-hung pillars and the high-hanging wedding characters, speaking softly.

"Passing down the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan and returning to my hometown to see it, these two things have fulfilled my wishes."

"Moreover, both of these things have exceeded my expectations."

"Mu Ye, you are definitely a genius in sword cultivation. With the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan in your hands, it will surely flourish."

"Seeing the Mo family so prosperous, and if I can train a few more juniors, my life will be without regrets."

As he spoke, Mo Yuan took off the long sword hanging from his waist and placed it on the table.

"Mu Ye, for you to pretend to be my disciple, this sword, which I carry with me, is a token of my gratitude."

"And this, take this medicine."

He placed the jade bottle containing the elixir that could extend his life by one year on the table.

"Senior, these are things you need." Han Muye shook his head and said softly.

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "What use or no use, I have seen through it. Have you not?"

Han Muye wanted to speak, but Mo Yuan said sternly, "Quickly take it, don't let others see."

The noise from the entrance was getting closer.

Han Muye nodded, reached out to take the jade bottle, and then held the long sword with both hands, his palm on the hilt.

"Hum—"

A soft sound, audible only to him, the sword, which had previously resisted him, now vibrated gently.

Images flashed through Han Muye's mind.

The forging of the sword through thousands of hammer strikes.

The young man practicing swordsmanship with passion.

The cultivation of hundreds of sword techniques.

The vow to create a sword that could split the sky.

Two hundred years of toil, the sword qi condensed, but he lacked the strength to wield it.

Han Muye felt that within the sword, there was a thick sword qi that was almost condensed into a sword intent.

This sword qi was nurtured by Mo Yuan throughout his life.

But due to his old age and frailty, Mo Yuan no longer had the strength to wield it.

Han Muye gently released the hilt.

He had already comprehended nearly a hundred sword techniques from this sword named Qingming.

But he couldn't bear to take the sword qi from the sword.

This sword qi was Mo Yuan's life.

If he took the sword qi, the sword would be severed from Mo Yuan forever.

The hall was filled with joy, and Mo Yuan sat there, smiling as he watched. When people came to offer him wine, he accepted it without refusal.

Especially when the newlyweds, dressed in red, came to kneel and pay respects, Mo Yuan laughed and helped them up.

"Grandfather has nothing good to give."

"Like this, in a few days, when you come, I'll teach you a few impressive sword techniques." Mo Yuan stroked his long beard, his face full of smiles.

His words delighted the Mo family.

Clearly, this old man was willing to stay, even if only temporarily.

"Quickly thank Grandfather." Mo Yunteng hurriedly urged his son and daughter-in-law to bow to Mo Yuan.

Not far away, among the guests who had come to send the bride, a few people watched this scene with cold eyes.

"Brother Jiang Heng, what's the background of this Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor?" A middle-aged man in a red robe and thin armor asked in a low voice.

Jiang Heng, a middle-aged man with a short beard, had a sharp look in his eyes.

"His steps are unsteady, his eyes are dull, clearly his lifespan is nearly over."

"There is some sword qi lingering on him, but his spiritual qi is mixed, and his cultivation is at most the third or fourth level of the Condensation Qi stage."

"Follow the plan. This old man is not a concern."

Hearing his words, the others exchanged glances and nodded.

"Clap—"

A porcelain bowl was thrown to the ground, the sharp sound cutting through the joyous atmosphere like a pair of scissors through silk.

"What kind of lousy wine is this? The Mo family is really looking down on the Sun family!"

A tall young man, about eight feet tall, staggered to his feet, pointing at the newlyweds.

"Mo Yucheng, is this how your Mo family treats guests?"

The hall fell silent.

Old Ancestor Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Mo Yunteng's heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward.

"It's my Mo family's fault. Quickly, bring ten jars of Snowfall Brew."

Snowfall Brew was a well-known fine wine, containing a trace of spiritual qi, and each jar cost a spirit stone.

Using such fine wine to entertain guests made Mo Yunteng's heart ache.

But at this moment, he needed to keep the atmosphere lively and avoid any trouble.

"Don't bring any Snowfall Brew."

The young man looked at Mo Yunteng, his eyes filled with suppressed anger.

"Just now, I heard someone say that the Mo family is the first family in Greenwood Town, and my Sun family is just an ordinary family in Yanggu County. Marrying into your family is a favor to us."

The young man took a step forward, and the long sword wrapped in red silk at his waist was drawn with a "clang."

"Let me see how capable the young generation of the Mo family is."

Drawing the sword!

At such a joyous occasion, the cold sword light made all the Mo family members' faces turn cold.

In the hall, the guests quietly moved back.

No one was foolish.

Among the Sun family's guests, no one had spoken up, clearly indicating they were looking for trouble.

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