Mo Han stepped forward and knelt beside one of the fallen assassins.
As if he knew where it was, he pulled out a blood-stained note from the man's belt. A satisfied smile curling at the corner of his lips as he straightened and turned around.
This was simple for him, because he knew all cultivators hide letters or artifacts in their belt, it was like a pocket but a hidden part.
"Here is something for you."
He called out, tossing the note toward his father. The father who was initially glaring at Mo Feng, caught it with ease.
"Hold him for me." He instructed his men, and two of them rushed forward to pin Mo Feng down despite his protest.
Tian Long, unfolded the letter, his gaze darkening as it moved down the words.
Then he clenched his hand into a fist.
"I believe that gives you everything you need to know."
Mo Han added to fuel the fire, Tian Long gritted his teeth. The note confirmed everything. The attack had been planned by someone from outside the Ye Clan. The recipient of the letter was no other than Ye Mo Feng.
Feeling the air thicken with tension, everywhere in the hall turned eerily quiet. The entire clan, held their breath, waiting.
Hoping that no one would die today.
Mo Han stood at the corner with a smug smile. He had his hands clasped behind him and his chin high, these sort of drama were his cup of tea.
Tian Long faced Mo Feng, whose back dripped in sweat, before he could even face his father, he felt his oppressive aura pressing down on him like a mountain.
"You planned this?" Tian Long asked in disbelief, but with a tight edge.
Ye Mo Feng looked down, but didn't answer, his face pale with fright. He didn't dare to answer that question, it was best he kept quiet that way he would be able to deal with this issue later...and..
He tilted his head slightly and caught a glimpse of Mo Han who had a triumphant smirk at the corner of his lips... Mo Feng swore that he would get back on Mo Han.
Until his blood becomes the stream left in the whole Ye Clan.
Mo Han felt a cold chill run down his spine, a sharp and intense killing intent.
[Ye Mo Feng expresses cruel killing intentions against you. Are you going to do anything?]
The system asked but Mo Han met his brothers gaze and gave him a warm smile.
Mo Feng clenched his teeth but Tian Long who saw that his only son he had pride in refused to answer him and was exuding such malicious energy, he clenched his fist tight.
It was a disappointment truly, he knew his son's intention very clear.
Tian Long having had enough, exploded. "Take him away!" He commanded his voice thick with ragem
"Five hundred beatings. And no matter what, make sure he doesn't die, make sure he remembers everything for the rest of his life!"
Ye Mo Feng finally shattered, his smirk faltered. "Father—wait!"
But the guards grabbed him, dragging him out of the hall. Tian Long faced the other way as he was dragged away, his screams of protest echoing. But no one spoke on his behalf.
Ye Mo Feng had never suffered such injustice in his life, how was he going to survive five hundred beatings?
Mo Han waved at his brother as he disappeared from his sigh, a self accomplished smile plastered on his face.
[Congratulations! You have earned 5+ points for getting past your first hurdle. Rewards are in your inventory.]
Mo Han rolled it's eyes. 'Inventory I can't access'
Tian Long let out a long sigh, like someone whose body had aged past it's youth. He was angry that his clan had nearly been destroyed because Mo Feng's foolishness.
He had almost allowed a traitor to walk free. A traitor that is his own son.
His gaze shifted to Mo Han, his useless son... Who has saved them all. Was he still the Mo Han he used to know? Something had definitely changed but Tian Long could not put his fingers on it.
For the first time, something he had never done before towards his second son, his lips curved into a faint smile. "Mo Han"
He called out. Mo Han raised a brow, confused.
He pointed at himself and then mouthed an 'O' remembering that he was Mo Han now.
He turned around and watched Tian Long stride towards him, a proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Mo Han wondered what his old man was thinking.
"You have really suffered a lot haven't you? Look at your wrist."
That was when Mo Han realized the injury on his wrist, he was confused that he didn't really notice it while it bled away. He pressed his lips into a thin line, if he was still Peter Yu, he would have freaked out seeing the blood but strangely enough, he just stared coldly at the bleeding wound.
"I will send someone to help you dress your wounds, and send down a blood pill of the best grade to you."
Mo Han could only nod, he didn't care one bit about whatever his father was saying.
One minute they don't care about you and the next minute they do, yep, he was used to it.
Tian Long cleared his throat, "Tonight, we will hold a big banquet in your honor. I am proud of you son."
Mo Han's first instinct was to refuse. He didn't care for this new found attention, he was never the party person. But then—
"There will be plenty of women there." Tian Long added, hitting the nail on the head. It turns out that he does know his children.
Mo Han paused. Then let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, he always loved women no doubt, even if he was not going to date them, he could atleast see if the way they described them in books were the same.
"Fine."
Tian Long called for a few of the servants to escort Mo Han back to his room to clean himself, he was given a better room that night. No more damp walls, no more broken furniture.
For once, he really felt like he was a proper young master. The real Mo Han would be so proud.
But just as he was about to relax, the little fluff ball appeared before him with a poof, snapping it's fingers.
[You have failed your daily quest!]
Mo Han froze, this was a joke right?
The fluffy ball smiled.
[Penalty Activated.]
Shit. Before Mo Han could grab something to hold onto, he was sucked into nothingness. His body slammed hard into the ground, pain exploded through his body.
The scent of damp earth filled his nose, leaves rustled around him. His mind spin as he forced himself up.
A deep growl rumbled above him and Mo Han froze in his step, lifting his gaze Mo Han's breath caught.
A massive demonic beast stood before him, it's crimson eyes locked onto bum like a predator eyeing it's prey. It's fangs gleamed, it's body radiating terrifying pressure
[Survive for three minutes.]