227 First Ranked in the Heavenly Fate Ranking (1/2)

AGM 227 - First Ranked in the Heavenly Fate Ranking

“IS THIS THE TALENT YOU WANTED?”

The sound of Qin Wentian’s voice resounded through Old Mo’s ears. He sat on the ground, his heart pounding in madness.

Qin Wentian, comprehended two Mandates at the first level of Yuanfu. All three of his Astral Souls were condensed from constellations existing in the 5th Heavenly Layer.

Were these achievements possible for a human?

He could be considered as someone who had seen many things throughout his life and was extremely knowledgeable. But at this instant his mind blanked out, he could only stare dumbly.

“5th Heavenly Layer, 5th Heavenly Layer…” Old Mo mumbled in a low voice. How was this possible? He met many other geniuses before and knew the stories of many legendary characters. Yet never had he heard of someone managing to condense their first Astral Soul from the 5th Heavenly Layer.

This was too… impossible. At this moment, his brain had turned to mush, as he sat there muttering incomprehensibly to himself.

Looking at the young man before him, his eyes filled with ice and fire, although Old Mo was at the peak of Yuanfu, he couldn’t help feeling traces of fear in his heart. How powerful would this young man be if he matured in the future?

Chu? The Grand Xia Empire should be where he soars. He was destined to be mentioned in the same breath as those godly talents among the younger generations in the Grand Xia Empire.

Seeing how this young man was willing to descend into madness for the sake of Qingcheng, he found it extremely laughable how he had unconsciously disdained Qin Wentian back then, looking down on his talent.

Back then, he had felt that Qin Wentian was unworthy to love Mo Qingcheng. But now, he no longer had any such notions in his head.

Drawing a deep breath, Old Mo calmed his heart, yet he didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s go back and see Qingcheng,” Old Mo mumbled in a low voice, causing Qin Wentian’s countenance to freeze.

Oh, Qingcheng, how was she doing now?

“If anything has happened to her, even if you are her granddad, I will never spare you,” Qin Wentian coldly stated, his silhouette flickering as he transformed into a blurred shadow, flying rapidly in the direction of the Mo Clan.

Despite all this, he didn’t forget about the matter with Hua Xiaoyun. That person pushed Qingcheng to the brink. He had to die. Even if he had fled back to the Grand Xia Empire, he still had to die.

Old Mo stood up, staring at the black shadow that was Qin Wentian’s back. He didn’t blame Qin Wentian in the slightest. Now, he couldn’t help having a feeling of self-reproach. Had he gone senile?Seeing how a talented person like Qin Wentian cared for his own grand-daughter, Old Mo naturally felt happy in his heart. He could only pray that his grand-daughter would survive this.

Bzzz. A gentle gust of wind billowed, as a graceful silhouette appeared; it was the masked young lady at the level of a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign. Old Mo stiffened in fear.

The strength of this mysterious woman was too astounding, yet she was willing to follow at Qin Wentian’s side, deferring to him.

“I didn’t see anything earlier.” Old Mo, feeling waves of coldness radiating from her, hurriedly exclaimed. He thought that Qing`er had come to silence him, because she didn’t want him to reveal what he witnessed today.

Qing`er frowned slightly, as though she was displeased. “What do you mean? If you direct killing intent at Qin Wentian again, I will kill you okay...?”

After which, she turned, as she too vanished from sight while Old Mo’s gaze still stared at the spot she was last in.

An expression of disappointment flashed past Old Mo’s face. He felt truly old, this was no longer his generation. Today, the little bit of confidence he had, was smashed into smithereens.

In the Mo Clan, Qin Wentian came to the courtyard Mo Qingcheng was residing in. There were many guards outside of it, but at a signal from Mo Tianlin, no one went to block his path.

“How’s Qingcheng?” Qin Wentian stared at Mo Tianlin, as he inquired. “She’s still receiving treatment from Senior Luo He.” Worry and anxiety could be seen on Mo Tianlin’s face. “Where is Hua Xiaoyun, that bastard?”

“He fled. But he will surely die.” A look of resolution appeared on Qin Wentian’s countenance.

“Mhm, you have to be cautious, Hua Xiaoyun’s background is extraordinary,” Mo Tianlin reminded. He’d always had a good impression of Qin Wentian, and had long wanted him and Mo Qingcheng to be together. Yet because of his father’s attitude, he couldn’t say anything.

However today, the actions of his father truly caused him to be disappointed. Hua Xiaoyun had done something so despicable, yet Old Mo refused to kill him. Although Old Mo was thinking with their Clan at stake, Mo Tianlin still felt slightly betrayed. He wanted nothing more than to tear Hua Xiaoyun apart with his own hands.

“I will.” Qin Wentian lightly nodded, staring in the direction of Mo Qingcheng’s room. This wait lasted for several hours. Mo Qingcheng’s room was enveloped by a soft and gentle glow, and a fragrant smell of medicinal herbs could also be detected drifting out from it.

Luo He was concocting medicine inside the room.