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"Oh, Brother Yuan, Aunt Eleven, youâre here. I didnât kill him, I merely knocked him out. This is my aunt, Mo Xiangtong, and this is her friend, Jing Lengbei. I was just getting ready to help them escape," Mo Wuji said without hiding anything.
Yuan Zhenyi heaved a sigh of relief, "Thatâs good. As long as you didnât kill him, itâs fine. Come, Iâll help you."
Mo Wuji hesitated before saying, "Actually, thereâs still something else I want to do before we leave. I want to kill that damned slave trader who sold my aunt..."
Mo Xiangtong suddenly sounded out, "Wuji, please call me Xiangtong. Iâm younger than you so it makes me feel uncomfortable when you call me your aunt."
Actually, Mo Wuji also felt uncomfortable calling Mo Xiangtong his aunt. Afterall, he was not Mo Xinghe, but a reborned Mo Wuji.
Yuan Zhenyi laughed, "You didnât need to hesitate to tell me. Of course Iâll help you. It will be a bit hard, but Aunt Eleven and I will help you kill him. But donât underestimate these businessmen, some of them are rich enough to hire guards much stronger than us."
"I will go too," Ding BuâEr hurriedly said.
Mo Wuji waved his hands and stopped Ding BuâEr, "BuâEr, you need to stay here. At least if something bad happens to us, someone knows of this matter. Aunt Eleven, please stay too; having too many people would make things more complicated."
"Wuji is right, the two of us are enough. BuâEr and Aunt Eleven will stay behind. Even if that businessman has some friends, there still wonât be enough people for me to kill," Yuan Zhenyi said laughingly.
However, Aunt Eleven waved her hand and said, "I wonât stay, I will help bring Xiangtong and Lengbei away. Xiangtong and Lengbei are plain, normal girls. Youâll need someone to take care of them and protect them."
Mo Xiangtong hurriedly interjected, "I lived in the wilderness for two years. I know how to survive and take care of myself."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Aunt Eleven laughed and said, "That may be true, but what will you do if you meet some bandits?"
Yuan Zhenyi nodded, "Aunt Eleven is right. With her methods, it would be far too easy for her to destroy a band of bandits."
"Wonât this take away Aunt Elevenâs opportunity to go to the royal capital? How about this, I will take them away," Mo Wuji said guiltily.
Ultimately, Mo Xiangtong was his aunt, he should be the one sending her off. To be honest, he did not actually intend to send them off personally. After all, he could not bear to lose this precious opportunity to go to the royal capital. He did not realise it, but he did not actually treat Mo Xiangtong as his aunt. If it was YanâEr, he would leave with her regardless of the difficulty.
Aunt Eleven laughed, "Wuji, I used to think that Zhenyi was my only true friend who did not feel the need to act chauvinistic in front of me. However, after our drinks last night, Iâm glad I met you too..."
At this moment, Aunt Eleven suddenly said softly, "How many people in life truly know you... How many friendships actually survive... Isnât being able to befriend someone like you worth more than this favour of mine? Furthermore, Iâm already old and I donât have spiritual roots. Itâs okay if I donât go to the royal capital. That slave trader can thank his lucky stars; this old lady will no longer be playing with him."
Since Aunt Eleven had already said that much, anything Mo Wuji said would simply be hypocritical. Sometimes, the word âfriendâ can be as heavy as mountains. If Aunt Eleven ever needed his help in the future, he would not hesitate to help her.
He said earnestly, "Aunt Eleven, you, Zhenyi and BuâEr will always be my best friends."
Mo Wuji had gone through life and death, and he only knew a few true friends.
...
"Thump!" Jing Lengbei suddenly kneeled down and sobbingly said, "Sir Mo, after you catch that man, please help me find out who destroyed my Jing Clan."
Mo Wuji signalled Mo Xiangtong to pull Jing Lengbei up and said, "You can rest assure that I will definitely do so."
Having said that, he looked at Mo Xiangtong and asked, "Do you know the origins of the new Northern Qin Prefecture Lord from the Ju Clan?"
"After Ju Xufeng got assassinated, Ju Xuhuo took over. His sister, Ju Caiyun, was the Cheng Yu State Lord Situ Qianâs favourite concubine. But I heard that Situ Qian has a new favourite concubine and Ju Caiyin has gone out of favour..."
Mo Xiangtong only said a few sentences, but Mo Wuji completely understood the gist of the entire issue. No wonder the Mo Clan lost the Northern Qin Prefecture throne. Situ Qian that old fox, I will deal with you someday.
At the same time, Mo Wuji understood why he was lucky enough to escape Situ Qianâs chopping knife. It was probably because Ju Caiyun had gone out of favour. Since she had gone out of favour, Situ Qian naturally wouldnât care about the issues regarding the Northern Qin Prefecture. By the time the new Prefecture Lord Ju Xuhuo heard about Mo Wuji, it was already too late. Mo Wuji was sure that if he had stayed in Rao Zhou for a little longer, he would have met with disaster.
But then, who was the one who wanted to poison him?
"Letâs hurry before we miss the opportunity," Mo Wuji put those thoughts aside and said. He knew that Tuo Baqi had sent people to kill that obese salesman. Itâs best if Zhenyi and him could be the lucky third party. [1]
...
Even though it was already dusk, the seaside was still bustling and full of life. Mo Wuji, Yuan Zhenyi, Aunt Eleven, Jing Lengbei and Mo Xiangtong each held a horse and walked within the crowd. No one even cared about them.
"Just right, that guyâs leaving. Wow, he actually has quite a few guards," Yuan Zhenyi looked at a faraway horse carriage and laughed.
After the horse carriage left the crowd of people, Yuan Zhenyi immediately said, "Come, letâs catch up to them."
Mo Wuji stopped Yuan Zhenyi, "Zhenyi, wait. Tuo Baqi already sent men to follow him. We just need to wait and be the lucky third party."
"Ha Ha..." Yuan Zhenyu laughed. "That guy is really looking for death. He is so bold to leave this safe place just because he thinks that he has enough guards. Heâs simply looking forward to his next life."
Mo Wuji laughed coldly, "Heâs not looking forward to his next life; heâs just looking forward to earn a bit of money. In two days, the ship for the Spring Immortalâs Conference will arrive. He wants to seize these two days to sell more female slaves. Iâm sure, if nothing happens to him, he will be back tomorrow. This is what a greedy man would do."
If this obese salesman was contented with the money he made, and only left
after the ship has sailed off, he would continue living his fat, hedonistic life. Even if Mo Wuji wanted to kill him, he would not waste his chance to go to the royal capital just to do that.
Sure enough, it did not take long before Mo Wuji saw Jia Jing bring two men to follow the obese salesman.
"We can go now," Mo Wuji said after confirming that there was no one else.
...
After two hours, Yuan Zhenyi suddenly did a hand gesture, stopping the fiveâs advance, "Somethingâs happening in front. Quickly gag your horses and walk carefully."
Mo Wuji used his ears and listened hard. Only with great effort, did he manage to heard the sound of people fighting. He could not help but have a newfound admiration for Yuan Zhenyi.
"Wuji, weâre in a windy place, and youâve never cultivated before. You wouldnât be able to hear anything. Itâs okay to just follow Zhenyi," Seeing Mo Wuji concentrating his ears, Aunt Eleven laughed and said.
Mo Wuji knew that Aunt Eleven was not lying. The reason why he could hear the fighting was because he had already opened a meridian.
[1] The original Chinese text is: åæ¸ç¿. It is an adaptation of the idiom, 鹬èç¸äºï¼æ¸ç¿å¾å©. So... the stork and the clam fight, and they both end up getting heavily injured. Ultimately, it was a third party, the fisherman (æ¸ç¿) who gained from their fight.