Chapter 7

Until Qin Xuan left, Mo Zhengfeng and the other two finally收回了目光，相視無言.

"Xiao Yi!"

Mo Zhengfeng suddenly spoke, "Do we still have any properties in Jing Shui?"

Mo Yunyi was taken aback and quickly replied, "We still have a few!"

"Hand over all these properties to Mr. Qin!" Mo Zhengfeng said slowly. "Also, hand over the keys to this villa to Mr. Qin tomorrow!"

"Grandfather!"

Mo Qinglian exclaimed, covering her lips in shock.

The Pearl of Jing Shui was worth over thirty million, nearly forty million.

The value was one thing, but this was the Mo family's residence in Jing Shui City, and they were actually going to hand it over to that young man?

Not only that, but also several properties the Mo family had in Jing Shui City. This time, Mo Zhengfeng was giving away assets worth hundreds of millions.

These assets were not much to the Mo family, but to give them away for free...

Mo Zhengfeng smiled, stroking Mo Qinglian's head, his gaze looking down at Mingxin Lake, with deep meaning.

"Qinglian, do you know what an Internal Strength Martial Artist represents?"

Mo Qinglian replied, "A Martial Arts Master, the foundation of a family!"

An Internal Strength Martial Artist was already considered a rare expert in the martial arts world, like her grandfather Mo Zhengfeng. If Mo Zhengfeng were not an Internal Strength Martial Artist, it would be impossible for the Mo family to support such a vast enterprise.

This was the true foundation of a family. Some people might have assets worth hundreds of millions, but without a powerful expert to protect them, their lives could be in danger at any moment, and their vast wealth could easily change hands.

"Then do you know what an Internal Force Martial Artist represents?"

Mo Zhengfeng smiled, his eyes becoming even more profound.

"A Martial Arts Grandmaster, capable of stabilizing a region, sweeping across a province, founding a sect, and earning the respect of thousands!" Mo Qinglian continued, somewhat puzzled, not understanding Mo Zhengfeng's meaning.

"If the Ling Shui Jue were complete, what would that represent?"

Mo Zhengfeng laughed, his eyes gleaming with determination, as if he had become ten years younger.

"I'll tell you!"

"If the Ling Shui Jue were complete, I would definitely be able to condense Internal Force and become a Martial Arts Grandmaster in my lifetime! Not only that, but all the talented members of the Mo family would have the hope of condensing Internal Force in their lifetimes." Mo Zhengfeng's voice was heavy. "Remember, a Martial Arts Master can live for at most a hundred years, but a Martial Arts Grandmaster can protect a family for two hundred years."

"If Mr. Qin can complete the Ling Shui Jue, what does it matter if it's assets worth hundreds of millions, or even a billion?"

Mo Qinglian suddenly understood, her face filled with shock.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster was simply a legendary figure, revered by thousands.

She finally understood why Mo Zhengfeng had done this.

As he had said, assets worth hundreds of millions were as light as a feather compared to a complete Ling Shui Jue.

If Mo Zhengfeng could condense Internal Force through this, who in Linhai would dare to provoke the Mo family?

...

At Mingxin Lake, Qin Xuan found a secluded spot and quietly cultivated.

Time passed, the sun was high in the sky, and a single cultivation session lasted several hours.

Although the changes in his spiritual energy were not obvious, Qin Xuan was not at all anxious. Cultivation was not something that could be achieved in a day. It required years of accumulation, like water eroding stone, to seek the elusive path to immortality.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan's ears twitched, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Mr. Qin!" Mo Yunyi approached, respectfully.

"What is it?" Qin Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he was slightly displeased.

He did not like being disturbed during cultivation. Unfortunately, this place was Mingxin Lake. If he had a residence nearby, he wouldn't be so passive.

Seemingly sensing Qin Xuan's displeasure, Mo Yunyi broke out in a cold sweat.

"This is what Old Master Mo asked me to give to Mr. Qin!" Mo Yunyi, with a forced smile, handed over a document and a key to Qin Xuan.

"What is this?"

Qin Xuan was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"These are the transfer procedures for Juyun Pavilion, Hanshui Building, TK Bar, and some other properties." Mo Yunyi whispered, "And the key to the Pearl of Jing Shui."

"Oh!"

Qin Xuan nodded slightly, putting these away without hesitation.

Mo Yunyi cautiously raised his head to sneak a peek at Qin Xuan, finding him calm and showing no signs of surprise, which made him inwardly shocked.

This was assets worth hundreds of millions, yet Qin Xuan was unperturbed? Just this level of composure was not something an ordinary person could possess.

"Very well, since that's the case, take me to see them!" Qin Xuan said indifferently.

How could the Mo family's properties in Jing Shui City make him flinch? He was the Green Emperor, who had once trodden upon the vast territories of the immortal realm. How much more significant were these?

However, with these properties, Qin Xuan could have more financial resources. If he wanted to quickly advance his cultivation in Huaxia, money was indispensable.

"Sure, this way, Mr. Qin!" Mo Yunyi showed a pleased expression and quickly led the way.

This time, he did not drive an Audi but a top-of-the-line BMW X6, with soft interiors that made for a comfortable ride.

"Which of these properties is the most important?" Qin Xuan asked slowly.

"These properties are managed by a distant relative named Mo Yunlong, who is usually at Juyun Pavilion!" Mo Yunyi answered honestly.

Mo Yunlong!?

Qin Xuan recalled, remembering this name. He was a well-known figure in Jing Shui City, with influence in both the legal and illegal worlds.

According to rumors, even high-ranking officials in the city dared not provoke him. Once, a bureau chief offended him, and the next day, his body was found floating in Mingxin Lake.

"It's him, no wonder!" Qin Xuan nodded slightly, understanding why a member of the Mo family could act so recklessly.

On the way, Qin Xuan remained silent, and Mo Yunyi naturally did not dare to disturb him.

Until they arrived at Juyun Pavilion, Mo Yunyi whispered, "Mr. Qin, we're here!"

"Um!"

Qin Xuan nodded, got out of the car, and walked into Juyun Pavilion with Mo Yunyi.

At the top floor of Juyun Pavilion, in a luxurious office, a fierce-looking man with dragon tattoos on his arms was smoking, with two beautiful women gently massaging him on either side.

"Brother Long, what is the Mo family thinking? To hand over so many properties to someone else?" one of the women said in a coquettish voice, her eyes filled with desire.

Mo Yunlong reached into the woman's qipao, playing with her, making her moan continuously.

"Hmph, how should I know!" Mo Yunlong's face darkened. He had managed these properties for ten years, and now he had to hand them over to a stranger. Anyone would be unwilling.

"But don't worry, baby. A young punk, I can easily get rid of him with a few tricks." Mo Yunlong laughed, his hands roaming freely on the woman's body.

"But... it was Old Master Mo who gave the order..." the woman panted.

"Ouch!" The woman's face turned white in pain as Mo Yunlong pinched her chest hard, his face as cold as water.

"I know that, no need for you to remind me!"

Just then, a tall, bald, and muscular man pushed the door open.

"Brother Long!" the man said respectfully.

"What is it?" Mo Yunlong's face showed displeasure.

"Mo Yunyi has come, and he brought a young man!" the man quickly said, showing great respect for Mo Yunlong.

He was a capable warrior under Mo Yunlong, named Zhang Hu, who had learned martial arts from a master since childhood. Later, he injured someone and was saved by Mo Yunlong, becoming his loyal follower.

"So soon?" Mo Yunlong was surprised, ignoring the two women, and stood up. "Hurry and go welcome them!"

"Yes!" Zhang Hu was about to turn around.

"No need, I'm already here!"

A calm voice echoed, and Mo Yunlong's expression changed slightly.

A young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen, walked in, followed by Mo Yunyi, who entered the room respectfully.