51: Chapter 51 News of Xuan Yuan

Chapter 51: News of Xuanyuan

The goose-feather-like heavy snow had been falling for three consecutive days, and only stopped at noon today.

The houses and roads in Mo Family Village were entirely covered by accumulated snow, and looking out, everywhere was a vast expanse of white.

In Mo Shoutian's courtyard, the accumulated snow had already submerged their calves.

The courtyard walls were weighed down by a thick layer of snow, and a row of varying-length icicles hung beneath the eaves.

In the center of the courtyard, the five brothers Mo Chengyue, Mo Chengye, Mo Chengan, Mo Chengfeng, and Mo Chenglie were building a snow castle.

Ten years had passed, and Mo Shoutian's face had a few more wrinkles than before, with a few white hairs already at his temples.

At this moment, he was draped in a thick fur coat, standing under the eaves with a smile on his face, watching his five grandsons in the courtyard.

Liu Chunmei glanced at him from inside the house and said,

"What are you standing there smirking for? Quickly call the children back to warm up for a bit, don't let them freeze."

Mo Shoutian did not turn his head, still watching the five children in the courtyard.

"What do you know? Can children raised at the foot of Baitou Mountain possibly fear this bit of cold?"

Hearing this, Chen Xiuyun, who was reading account books in the main room, smiled and said,

"Mother, don't mind them. They are dressed thickly and won't freeze."

"Xiuyun, you are still young and don't understand these children."

Liu Chunmei said,

"They are each just focused on playing. Even if they get cold, they won't know to come back."

Finished speaking, she put on a thick cotton-padded coat and walked out of the main room.

As she passed by Mo Shoutian, Liu Chunmei gave him a side-eye, then stepped on the accumulated snow and walked toward the five children.

The five children had bustled about for a long time before stacking up a waist-high snow wall.

Mo Chengyue was the eldest among the five brothers and was already seven years old this year.

He was leading his four younger brothers to pile the surrounding accumulated snow onto the snow wall.

Liu Chunmei walked up to him and said,

"Dayue, don't listen to your grandfather. Take your younger brothers back inside; you have all been out playing for an hour."

Mo Chengyue hadn't had enough fun yet and said with a grin,

"Grandmother, I really am not cold."

Finishing speaking, he bent down again, scooped up a pile of snow with both hands, and pressed it onto the snow wall.

Liu Chunmei sighed and looked over at Mo Chengye and Mo Chengan standing nearby.

These two children were squatting on the ground, patting the snow wall with wooden boards, with no intention of returning inside at all.

After glancing at them a few times, Liu Chunmei simply stopped trying to persuade them.

She knew clearly in her heart that if the eldest didn't go back, these two children wouldn't leave either.

Finally, she cast her gaze onto the three-year-old twins.

Mo Chengfeng and Mo Chenglie were born just an incense stick's time apart. The two children were similar in height and dressed identically.

Because of their young age, the two children were dressed much thicker than their three older brothers, making them look somewhat clumsy when walking.

Even so, their snot still ran down from being frozen.

Liu Chunmei squatted down and said,

"Xiaofeng, Xialie, your three older brothers are all disobedient. Will you listen to Grandmother's words?"

Mo Chenglie did not speak, still adding snow to the snow wall with the small wooden shovel in his hand.

Mo Chengfeng raised his head and said in a milky, childish voice,

"Fengfeng will listen to Grandmother's words."

Liu Chunmei was delighted to hear this and wiped away his snot.

"Xiaofeng is still the obedient one."

Finishing speaking, she took a child by each hand, preparing to bring the twins back inside.

Just at this moment, a rapid knocking suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

Thump, thump, thump!

Nowadays, Mo Shoutian's home was no longer the few mud houses from ten years ago; high courtyard walls had been built all around, and standing under the eaves made it completely impossible to see the people outside the gate.

Mo Shoutian pulled up the thick fur coat draped over his body and walked toward the courtyard gate.

After opening the courtyard gate, he discovered that the person standing outside turned out to be Chen Wanshan.

Chen Wanshan was draped in a thick fur coat, with his hat and shoulders covered in accumulated snow.

A layer of white frost was frozen onto his eyebrows and beard, his face was reddened by the cold wind, and white vapor continuously billowed from his mouth and nose.

His eyes were bloodshot, and one could tell at a glance that he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

The horse following behind him was also exhausted, standing in the snow with its head lowered, constantly emitting heat from its body, its four legs trembling slightly.

Seeing him in this state, Mo Shoutian quickly asked,

"Did you rush back from Xianren Valley overnight?"

Chen Wanshan nodded.

"What happened?"

Chen Wanshan glanced behind him and opened his mouth, about to speak, when Mo Shoutian ushered him into the courtyard.

"Brother Chen, let's go back inside the house first before talking."

Chen Wanshan nodded and led the horse into the courtyard.

After handing the horse over to a servant, Mo Shoutian brought him into the main room.

Seeing her father in this state, Chen Xiuyun hurriedly put down the account book in her hand, stood up, poured a cup of hot water, and brought it before him.

"Father, why did you brave such heavy snow to come here?"

"I am fine."

Chen Wanshan took the hot water, held it in his hands, and drank a few sips.

Mo Shoutian sat to the side and asked,

"Brother Chen, did something happen over at Xianren Valley?"

Chen Wanshan shook his head.

"Xianren Valley is fine."

Finishing speaking, he glanced around the room.

Aside from Mo Shoutian, Chen Xiuyun, and Liu Chunmei, there were no other outsiders in the room.

Chen Wanshan placed the water cup in his hand on the table and lowered his voice to say,

"Shoutian, didn't you instruct me many times to keep an eye out for news regarding that half piece of broken jade?"

Mo Shoutian nodded.

"Did you find anything out?"

"Yesterday, there weren't many people in Xianren Valley, so I went to Xianrenju next to our shop, thinking of ordering a few side dishes and having a couple of drinks."

"Not long after I sat down, I heard two Cultivators dressed in alien attire at the neighboring table mention the broken jade."

Mo Shoutian hurriedly asked,

"What did they say?"

"The voices of those two people weren't loud. I only intermittently heard a few phrases like 'Xuanyuan', 'Qingli', and something like 'Our Ancestral Master ordered us to come find it' and 'half piece of jade'. I didn't dare get too close with the specifics for fear of them discovering me."

"Xuanyuan, Qingli?"

"Right, as for the rest of the words, I didn't hear them clearly."

Mo Shoutian anxiously asked,

"Where are they now?"

"After leaving Xianren Valley, they headed in the direction of Qingshi Town."

Hearing these words, Mo Shoutian's expression changed.

"Brother Chen, this time you've really done me a huge favor."

If it were ten years ago, Mo Shoutian probably wouldn't have been this excited.

Although Qingli had mentioned Xuanyuan back then, he didn't know just how important Xuanyuan was to Mo Xiaochuan and the Mo family.

Until two years ago, when Mo Xiaochuan broke through to the Golden Core realm, did he truly understand the importance of the other half of the broken jade.

Mo Shoutian didn't even bother to exchange polite pleasantries anymore, standing up and rushing toward the martial arts practice room in the back courtyard.

At this moment, Mo Xiaochuan was inside the practice room, guiding Nannan, Xiao Niuzi, and seven or eight people in Mo Family Village with cultivation Aptitude to Cultivate.

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Everyone in the room all looked toward the doorway.

Seeing his father walking in such a rush, Mo Xiaochuan opened his mouth and asked,

"Father, what happened?"

"Xiaochuan, you come out with me for a moment first."

Mo Xiaochuan nodded, then turned around to say to Nannan,

"Little Sister, I'm going out with Father for a bit. You and Xiao Niuzi guide them to Cultivate first."

Nannan asked with some curiosity,

"What is wrong with Godfather?"

"I don't know either."

Finished speaking, Mo Xiaochuan followed his father and left the practice room.

The father and son duo came to a room nearby.

As soon as the door was closed, Mo Shoutian said,

"There is news of Xuanyuan."

"Father, wait a moment first."

Mo Xiaochuan raised his right hand, bringing his two fingers together. A trace of Spiritual Qi dispersed from his fingertips, quickly forming a transparent Qi barrier inside the room.

"Now you can speak."

Mo Shoutian looked around his surroundings.

"What is this?"

He had never asked about matters regarding Mo Xiaochuan's cultivation, nor could he truly understand these things.

He only knew that his son broke through to the Golden Core realm two years ago. As for just how great Mo Xiaochuan's abilities were nowadays, he wasn't clear.

"This is a sound-insulation barrier; people outside cannot hear us talking."

Hearing this, Mo Shoutian nodded.

"Just now, your father-in-law came back and brought back some news."

Mo Xiaochuan asked,

"What news?"

"News of Xuanyuan."

Afterwards, Mo Shoutian recounted everything Chen Wanshan had just said from start to finish.

After listening, Mo Xiaochuan said,

"Father, I will go back to my room to discuss this with Master first, then make a trip to Qingshi Town."

"Xiaochuan, although this matter is important, you must be careful."

"Rest assured, Father."

Mo Xiaochuan returned to his own room and took out that half piece of broken jade.

"Master, there is news of Senior Xuanyuan."

As soon as his words finished, Qingli's voice came out from the broken jade.

"Is that so?"

Mo Xiaochuan recounted the news that Chen Wanshan had brought back.

After hearing it, Qingli did not answer immediately, only softly murmuring a sentence:

"Cultivators dressed in alien attire?"