Volume 5: The Mystery of Shamo Chapter 8: Loyalty and Filial Piety Are Difficult to Fulfill
Mo Yi was indeed afraid, or rather terrified. There were really not many people in this world who could make him afraid or terrified, but that person was definitely one of them.
Mo Wutan.
Mo Yi couldn't believe that his father was still alive. After all, five hundred years had passed. Unlike him, his father had not been cursed, so he had never imagined that his father could also gain eternal life. Moreover, after the battle of Sha Mo that year, his father disappeared mysteriously. Mo Yi had always thought that his father was no longer in this world, but he didn't expect that after returning to the Xu Ming Realm five hundred years later, he would be able to see his father again!
If he had not heard his father's unique flute music tonight , he would have always believed that he was alone in this world.
Although I had many complaints about my father's actions back then, blood is thicker than water and family ties cannot be severed.
Mo Yi was like a whirlwind in the night sky, quickly rushing towards the source of the flute sound. The joy of the father and son reunion made him subconsciously forget to think about why his father suddenly appeared here.
The man playing the flute was also dressed in black. He was standing in the void not far from the Hongsha Village, riding a sword. His silver hair and beard moved in the wind, giving him the air of a hermit who had relinquished his worldly virtues. However, this time, he was not holding a sword in his hand, but a foot-long emerald green flute.
Yue Lingxi. The person who could play this piece of music to such a graceful and ethereal quality, like heavenly music, was Mo Wutian, the only one in the Void Realm who could do so. It was said that Han Yan, once hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Void Realm, fell in love with him at first sight and eventually married him because of his flute playing. Mo Yi had heard this unique and melodious flute sound many times in his childhood, so he instantly understood the other person's identity.
It’s a pity that my mother can no longer hear this song. Mo Yi sighed in his heart.
"Father!" In a flash, Mo Yi had arrived in front of the three-foot-long sword floating in the air. Standing in the air, he respectfully saluted the old man who stood proudly on the long sword with a long flute in his hand.
Then he slowly raised his head, and there was a faint layer of white mist in his eyes. The person playing the flute was indeed his father!
"Yier, you're here." Mo Wutan spoke lightly, as if the person in front of him was not his only son whom he had not seen for five hundred years, but a younger generation who had just returned from a long journey.
Is it that all things return to emptiness? Could it be that my father has already realized the realm of breaking through emptiness?!
If one has already reached the realm of breaking through the void, then any technique of immortality or longevity will be easily attainable. At the very least, living for thousands of years will be no problem.
No, that’s not right, probably not yet!
Mo Yi quickly came to a conclusion in his mind. His father's realm should be only one step away from breaking the void! In this case, his Tiangang Sword Zhi should have been refined to the ninth level of perfection, right?
Just as a son was trying to figure out his father's cultivation, Mo Wutan was also secretly observing and figuring out his son.
Looking at the boy's Linkong Buxu power and the invisible spiritual pressure released, Mo Wutan knew that his boy's cultivation was no longer the same as before !
He's probably already far ahead of those other immortals, right? Even the leader of the younger generation in the Netherworld, that Long from the Ruoye clan, might not be a match for his son. He truly deserves to be Mo Wutian's son!
Although I don't know what kind of fate has enabled this kid to make such progress, but as a father, I naturally feel proud to see that my son has such amazing strength.
What kind of expression would Mo Wutan have if he knew that his son had inherited Zhuo Ao's true teachings and became Zhuo Ao's last disciple?
Fortunately, his mind was not on this at the moment, so he did not delve into the reasons for Mo Yi's improvement in cultivation. His purpose of coming this time was not just to reminisce with his son.
Perhaps both father and son were not good with words, so after not seeing each other for five hundred years, they were at a loss for words. Although each wanted to know how the other had spent the past five hundred years, they didn't know where to begin, so they simply kept it buried deep in their hearts. This taciturn personality was probably hereditary, the father like this, and the son like this.
In the end, it was Mo Wutian who broke the silence first. He was too lazy to beat around the bush with his son and asked directly, "What are you going to do with that girl?"
Mo Yi's heart trembled, but he did not expect that his father would mention such a question as soon as he opened his mouth. He naturally knew who the girl his father was talking about. Only then did he realize that he had misunderstood before. It turned out that his father did not come to see him. Could it be that his father came for Lili?
Five hundred years ago, if his father had not been so stubborn and insisted on slaughtering the whole city of Shamo, things would not have gotten to that point. Perhaps he and Yao Ji would not have ended up like this today.
Although as a son, he did not dare to have any resentment towards his father, but at this moment, Mo Yi still felt a little wary of his father in his heart. Could it be that his father still had not given up?
He subconsciously straightened his spine, and for the first time in his life, he held his head high and faced his father, saying each word seriously, "Father, as long as I have a breath left, I will keep her safe."
Neither humble nor arrogant, every word was passionate. Mo Yi felt that he had never expressed his true thoughts so firmly in front of his father, or in other words, he had never been so bold to go against his father's wishes. Although he knew what answer his father wanted at this moment, he resolutely told his father his decision in his own way.
"You bastard! Do you know that you are from Nayu? You are the Nayu who was cursed by her?!" Mo Wutan shouted angrily, with a hint of surprise in his sharp eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. When did his son become so crazy?
"Whether I'm from Nayu or she's from Shamo, those are all fleeting. I don't want to dwell on it anymore. Five hundred years ago, I was the one who wronged her, and now, I don't want to let her down again!" Mo Yi's dark eyes were filled with an unprecedented determination. If that woman could give up her life, her family, and everything for him, why couldn't he make some sacrifices for her? He didn't want to regret it and despise himself in his dreams in the middle of the night.
"Are you really going to go against your father for that witch?" Mo Wutian narrowed his eyes, the veins faintly visible on his hand gripping the flute. Although he had long known his son had feelings for the witch, he had assumed that the blood relationship between father and son and his status as a Nayu man would make him retreat and voluntarily hand her over. After all, Mo Yi was his son, and he had no desire to engage in violence with his son. He had never expected this boy to be so protective of the witch, willing to break with him to protect her. Mo Wutian's heart suddenly surged with rage!
"I'm heartbroken." Mo Yi had already made up his mind at this point.
"Do you think that just because you are my son, I dare not do anything to you?!" At this point, the words were already very serious. Mo Wuotan seemed to still be holding on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that Mo Yi could turn back and avoid the father and son becoming enemies. After all, this was his only son, the son of him and Han Yan.
Even a madman like Mo Wutan from the Void Realm would feel a little unhappy about attacking his own son.
"Every word I said today is true, and I hope father will agree. But if father insists on this, then please forgive me for being unfilial!" A look of determination suddenly appeared on Mo Yi's face. Although he knew that even if he tried his best at this moment, he would not be a match for his father, and his father's realm of breaking through the void was not something he could stop, but even so, he would never retreat even a single step!
He had said he would protect her, and he wouldn't hesitate even a moment. Even if the other person was his father, he wouldn't retreat a single step! Once the fight started, it would be huge, and she would definitely notice it from her high position. Even if she couldn't stop her father, if she could resist for her for a while, it would give her a chance to survive.
With this thought in mind, Mo Yi stood in front of his father. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial. Now that things have come to this, he can only let his father down.
After all, if he fought with his father, he would only suffer, but he could save her life! Regardless, this time, he would not allow his father or his clan members to hurt her even a little bit!
Seeing this rebellious son so stubborn that he didn't even take his father seriously, Mo Wutian was immediately furious. He pointed at the air, and the three-foot-long sword at his feet transformed into a crystal-clear emerald green sword in his hand. "Okay! Okay! Okay! You are so good, Mo Yi. I will pretend that I never gave birth to such a rebellious son like you!"
Before he finished speaking, with an angry shout, the emerald green sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and flew around, and he had already attacked!
The sword seemed casual, but it was earth-shattering, as if it carried the infinite power of heaven and earth. With one sword, no one could resist it!
Mo Yi treated himself as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and he met the enemy's attack without hesitation with the Dragon Slaying Roar in his hand. At this moment, he did not dare to hold back at all, and even wished that he could exert his full strength. At this moment, he had already released the Azure Dragon's spiritual power in the Dragon Slaying Roar to the extreme!
The dragon roars in the sky!
The ultimate skill of Zhan Longyin was already unleashed, but it only barely withstood the first casual strike of his father's sword! His father's Tiangang Sword Zhi had indeed been practiced to the extreme!
This father and son, who hadn't seen each other for five hundred years, had already lost their minds. However, just as Mo Wutian was about to use his killing move, a gentle voice suddenly came from the sky: "Stop! Stop fighting!"
Along with the voice, a girl in green clothes fell from the sky and stood between the two of them.
Both of them stopped unconsciously.
"Lili, what are you doing here?! Go back!" Mo Yi recognized her instantly. He was horrified. Why was she here? Wasn't she walking into a trap? He quickly stepped forward to pull her behind him, but Qinglili gently waved his hand away. Qinglili's gaze was blazing as she stood in the air. Her clear and gentle voice addressed Mo Wutian, word by word, "Senior Mo, don't be impulsive. How about we make a deal?"
