430 Deal with the Aftermath (1/2)

According to what Mo Wen knew, there were more than 1,000 superpower influences in the International Superpowers Association, which covered almost every corner of the world, and the Huatian Palace was one of the members.

An existence like the Huatian Palace was at the highest level when placed among the influences in the International Superpowers Association. There were only a handful of influences in the world that could compare to the Huatian Palace. The most famous ones were the Gods Alliance and the Demon Gods Alliance of the western world. As for the eastern world, perhaps there were powers that could counter the Huatian Palace, but they were always hiding underground and had yet to surface.

Mo Wen knew a bit of the structure of this world but didn't know that much. How different influences maintained a balance was a problem that had been baffling him from the beginning. After all, the difference between the martial art practitioners and the Immortal Cultivators was too vast, yet they co-existed in this world.

”Kill!” Mo Wen said the word indifferently. Aso Saki, who was standing beside him, suddenly began to make his move like a tiger pouncing onto a sheep, violently slaughtering all the guards around Yoshida Jiro. There were martial art practitioners among the guards, but they were not as strong as Aso Saki. When they faced Aso Saki, they had absolutely no ability to resist him.

”Aso-kun! Don't forget the spirit of a martial art practitioner. Do you know what you are doing? Devil Saber-kai will not let you off.” Yoshida Jiro's heart was filled with terror as he constantly walked backwards. He never thought that Aso Saki, whom he had viewed as a protective shield from the beginning, would kill him. However, Aso Saki's face was rigid as if he basically hadn't heard Yoshida Jiro's words, and he didn't stop the action of his hands at all.

The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a sneering smile. A person who was controlled by the Divine Soul Trillion Layers no longer had their spirit. Aso Saki was merely a puppet without any consciousness who only knew how to obey commands.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The Divine Soul Trillion Layers was a mystical and profound magical power. The Mighty Immortal Cultivator might not be able to practice it. That year, Ji Wuya had used this magical power to become well-known in the world. Whenever he had an opponent, once the Divine Soul Trillion Layers was used, even those Immortal Cultivators who had higher cultivation than he did would find it difficult to withstand. As the magical power of the primordial soul, it was simply easy to control an ancient martial art practitioner in the Sea of Qi realm.

After a short while, Aso Saki had killed all the guards beside Yoshida Jiro. Yoshida Jiro was the only living person left in the massive control room, but he couldn't stand stably at that moment. His plump body flopped onto the ground due to shock, and he began stammering.

He had never expected to have such an ending. Now, he was already secretly blaming his dead son for being ignorant and incompetent to have created such trouble for him.

Mo Wen walked out of the control room with a cold face. As for the control room, other than Yoshida Jiro, the rest of them were all lying on the floor, including Aso Saki. He didn't kill Yoshida Jiro, not because he was being kind and merciful, but because he had other uses for him.

If having so many people killed on the Sword of the Seas was not properly managed, it would create a huge upheaval and panic. The reason he controlled Yoshida Jiro was so he could take care of the corpses properly, deal with the aftermath, and also to cover up the truth.

Mo Wen was there merely for travel, so he didn't want much trouble. In the following few days, he continued to enjoy a peaceful time of traveling.

Of course, not killing Yoshida Jiro now didn't mean that he would let him go. In his eyes, Yoshida Jiro was already a dead man, and he would finish him off when he was no longer needed.

When he returned to the room, he realized that Shen Jing was still awake and was staring at the clock on the wall in a daze.

”You will not have enough energy tomorrow if you do not go to sleep now.” Mo Wen removed his jacket and slipped under the blanket.

”It has already been five minutes and 18 seconds,” Shen Jing said softly.

Mo Wen was momentarily dazed after hearing her but then smiled bitterly, as Shen Jing was actually counting the time. Just now he said that he would return within five minutes, but it was only an estimate. He had handled all the matters in about five minutes. As it turned out, Shen Jing had taken it seriously.

”Those people…?” Shen Jing bit her lips as her bright eyes looked into Mo Wen's. Her eyes were filled with worries. She was not stupid, so she vaguely guessed why Mo Wen had left. Mo Wen saved her from the hands of those people, so he definitely had offended them. They were not kind people. If she and Mo Wen were not aboard the ship, she might have left immediately. Of course, she didn't know that Mo Wen had killed all of them, otherwise, she would not be worried.

”Relax. I have already handled the matter well.” Mo Wen smiled as he stroked Shen Jing's beautiful hair. So, she had been worried about this matter.

”Really?” Shen Jing said, worried.

”Of course. Just now I went to the security room to report the case and to expose that group of people. The ship's security team had already captured all of them,” Mo Wen said with a faint smile. He knew that Shen Jing didn't understand his world and couldn't accept killing people in this kind of big matter.

When Shen Jing heard him, she nodded with slight relief. She had actually forgotten about this matter previously, and Mo Wen was the one who was more thoughtful.

”Sleep. Sleep well,” Mo Wen said softly. His words seemed to have a charm, and Shen Jing felt her eyelids getting heavy. She was deep asleep within a short while.

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In the morning, Mo Wen stretched as he got out of bed. He realized that Shen Jing was still deep asleep, so he didn't wake her up.

”Mr. Mo Wen, may I help you?” The housekeeper, Finley, stood in the hall and greeted him politely as she saw Mo Wen walking out.

”When did you get here?” Mo Wen asked in surprise.

”Mr. Mo Wen, I normally start work at six o'clock in the morning. If you have any special requests, we can also come earlier or later,” Finley replied with a smile.