7 The Fixed Direction

Late at night, Mo Qingkuang returned and entered his father's room.

However, he found that his father was not inside. Many of his trusted guards were guarding the hall.

When they spot Mo Qingkuang, the guards hurriedly greeted him, "Young Master, the Clan Head is currently discussing with a few Elders in the secret room."

Why was his father gathering the elders in the middle of the night? Mo Qingkuang was puzzled.

Mo Fan's voice rang in his mind, "It seems that your father is much smarter than you."

Mo Qingkuang entered the secret chamber and found his father and the six elders sitting around the ancestral incense table, discussing in low voices.

"Father. Elders."

"What are you doing here Kuang'er?" Mo Shan stood up and looked at his son. Only a few people knew about the secret chamber. As a Grandmaster Martial Artist, he had already sensed Mo Qingkuang's aura, so he was not surprised by his presence.

"Father, I think we should send people to monitor the Grand Elder Mo Hai's line and try our best to prevent him from coming into contact with outsiders in case anything happens," Mo Qingkuang cupped his fists.

Those who could enter the secret chamber were all Mo Shan's confidants, so he wasn't afraid of telling them his idea.

After all, Mo Shan was the rightful Clan Head. More people were supporting him than the Great Elder.

When Mo Shan and the elders heard this, they looked at Mo Qingkuang in surprise.

In the past, Mo Qingkuang would never have thought so far ahead.

"Hahaha, my son has grown up!" Mo Shan consoled him with a smile, "I'm here with your uncles to plan this. Since you're here, sit down and listen."

Originally, Mo Shan had been hiding this secret scheme because he was afraid that his scheming would reveal a flaw. At this moment, seeing that Mo Qingkuang had also thought the same, he felt relieved.

It turned out that Mo Shan had already sent people to keep an eye on Mo Hai. He had been the Clan Head for many years, and it was not easy to deal with him.

Their plan was not to imprison the Mo Hai's family like Mo Qingkuang had said, but to eradicate them completely!

Hearing his father say that he was going to eliminate the root of the problem, Mo Qingkuang panicked. His ancestor was still in the ring.

Mo Fan was not only Mo Shan's ancestor but also Mo Hai's ancestor! Killing the other family within the same clan had always been the last thing the ancestors wanted to see. What if they angered their ancestor?

"Father, this is not a good idea," Mo Qingkuang hurriedly advised, "Great Elder and the others are of the Mo Clan's bloodline after all, why bother fighting against each other?"

"Young Clan Head is really kind-hearted," An elder first praised Mo Qingkuang's temperament before continuing, "But look at how Mo Qingfeng attacked you today and how Mo Hai looked at you. How could you treat them as a member of the same clan?"

"That's right. Kuang'er, you're still young. You won't understand the viciousness of the human heart," Mo Shan also nodded. He was both gratified and helpless about his son's thoughts.

In the world of martial artists, every inch of land must be fought for!

'I don't understand? All the things I've done over the years, which one of them isn't full of evil?' If it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of the ancestor's anger, why would he care about Mo Hai's life?

"But…" Thinking of this, Mo Qingkuang wanted to persuade them again, but Mo Shan interrupted him, "Alright, the matter has been settled. Just listen. You will understand my decision in the future."

Seeing that his father won't budge from his plans, Mo Qingkuang was helpless. He called out to Mo Fan in his mind, but he did not receive any response.

What he did not know was that Mo Fan was currently filled with thoughts. In his book, Mo Shan was just a Grandmaster who doted on his only son. He tried to kill Lin Yang to avenge his son, but he was killed by Lin Yang and the Saint Alchemist, leading to the fall of the Mo Clan.

However, Mo Shan was actually a person with flesh and blood. He was not a person who could be described in detail with just a few strokes.

He had his own thoughts. Being able to hold the position of the Clan Head for more than ten years, he would not be a kind-hearted person.

As for Mo Qingkuang's worries, Mo Fan was at a loss.

He was the ancestor of the Mo Clan in name and in this reality. Mo Shan and Mo Hai were indeed his blood.

Deep down, he was still a bystander watching these children.

He was the author of this story, and the life and death of all the characters here were all in his hands.

Not to mention Mo Hai, Mo Qingfeng, and the others, even Mo Qingkuang, who was currently under his command, had died under his pen.

However, Mo Qingkuang seemed to really treat him as an ancestor. From the perspective of an ancestor, it was the last thing he wanted to see between his descendants.

This made him feel a little strange, complicated, so he fell silent.

Mo Qingkuang felt as though his soul was flying out of his body when he did not get a response from Mo Fan.

Was the ancestor really angry? Was that why he was ignoring him? Or had he already left?

'If Ancestor sees us fighting and wants to punish us, with his ability to bring the dead back to life, how are we going to fight back?'

"Kuang'er, Kuang'er? Are you listening?" Mo Shan grabbed Mo Qingkuang's attention when he saw Mo Qingkuang's gaze drifting.

"Ah, Father, uh…" Mo Qingkuang looked at him with some difficulty.

Mo Shan looked at him deeply and sighed heavily. "Ha... You. Since you can't bear to see this, I'll send you to the West Region tomorrow and let you join the Heaven Saber Sect. There's always conflict between the Heaven Saber Sect and the Origin Sword Sect. You should cultivate there and train yourself to seek revenge."

When Mo Qingkuang heard this, he hurriedly said, "No, Father. If I go to the Heaven Saber Sect, it will cause the Origin Sword Sect to be dissatisfied. They will vent their anger on our clan. How will you and the elders handle it if that were to happen?"

"Good child, as long as you're fine, we won't fall! You just need to cultivate diligently. Leave the rest to us." Mo Shan smiled in relief. This child was arrogant and despotic on the outside, but he actually had a strong sense of belonging to the family and his clan.

"No! Father, if I don't die, Lin Yang will never let this matter rest. He will think of a way to destroy our clan to prevent future trouble!"

"I earnestly request that you hold a funeral for me starting tomorrow! After we declared that I had died, I will secretly go to the Central Plains to seek refuge with the Imperial Clan," Mo Qingkuang said.

When everyone heard this, their faces were filled with shock. Mo Qingkuang thought of a plan to fake his death! It really made them look at him in a new light.

Mo Shan looked at him carefully for a while, as if he was getting to know his son again, "That is a very good idea, Kuang'er! We didn't think it through."

"Faking your death is a good plan. Then, we can use your death as an excuse to trigger a power struggle between Mo Hai and the Mo Clan. First, we could get a clear picture of Mo Hai's lineage. Then, the Mo Clan would be in internal conflict, and the Origin Sword Sect and Lin Yang would be able to relax their vigilance."

"But why the Imperial Clan? Why not go to the Heaven Saber Sect? Everyone knows that the Imperial Clan's power is in decline and the only sect to be able to contend with the Origin Sword Sect is the Heaven Saber Sect!"

Mo Qingkuang shook his head, "It's easy to add flowers to a garden, but it's difficult to send charcoal in the snow. There are no eternal enemies, only eternal benefits…"

He repeated what Mo Fan had told him, shocking everyone in the room once more.

After a long while, an Elder praised, "Young Master is a genius! That's right, the four sects are full of talents. Even if the Young Master is talented, it would not be easy for him to obtain the full support of the entire sect after entering the Heaven Saber Sect."

"The talents of the Imperial Clan are dwindling, and there are four great sects surrounding them. The Imperial is in danger, and it's time to thirst for knowledge from a talent like the Young Master! If we can help the Imperial Clan overthrow the powerful enemy in the future, our clan will become a colossus in the Tianxuan Kingdom!"

Mo Shan also nodded, "Very good, Kuang'er! You've really grown a lot after this ordeal. In the future, when I go out on an adventure, I can rest assured."

Mo Qingkuang nodded. He wasn't sure. He originally planned to join the Heaven Saber Sect like Mo Shan had said until his ancestor told him otherwise. He had learned all this from his ancestor.

He couldn't help but feel even more grateful to Mo Fan. He had saved his life and guided him. Even his grandfather was nothing compared to Mo Fan.

However, he didn't know where the ancestor had gone, and he didn't have any confidence at all. If the ancestor gave up on him, then there would be no chance at all for his clan to thrive at all.

"Father, can you spare the lives of the Grand Elder and the others?" Mo Qingkuang could only persuade him again.

"No. If you want to fake your death, they can't live. Even those who know about your resurrection must keep their mouths shut." Mo Shan rejected coldly, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Everyone, Kuang'er is dead! Know your place," Mo Shan looked around. His indifferent gaze made the elders shiver.

"Yes, sir! We won't reveal the Young Master's situation!" All the elders present expressed their loyalty.