65: Chapter 65 Father is Gone

Mo Xiaochuan stood in place and carefully sensed it once more.

Yet that trace of Spiritual Qi remaining within his father's body had truly vanished.

His tears instantly streamed down.

"Father..."

Mo Xiaochuan could no longer care about the three Cultivators of Heishui Valley inside the Immortal Cave. He turned around, took out the duanshui sword, and flew toward the direction of Mo Family Village.

He mobilized all the spiritual power within his body, and his flying speed became faster and faster.

The cold wind constantly beat against his face, and his tears were blown behind him the moment they flowed out.

"Father, wait for me."

"You must wait for me!"

Meanwhile, inside Mo Family Village.

Liu Chunmei was still holding Mo Shoutian, calling out his name over and over again.

Chen Xiuyun let go of the five children.

Mo Chengyue was the first to run to Mo Shoutian's side, kneeling in the snow and grabbing his grandfather's hand.

"Grandfather!"

Mo Chengye and Mo Chengan also ran over, lying beside Mo Shoutian and crying unceasingly.

Mo Chengfeng and Mo Chenglie were still young, stumbling as they followed behind, their mouths also calling out for grandfather.

Chen Xiuyun walked over and knelt beside Liu Chunmei, shielding the children by her side.

Mo Shouyi, Mo Shoucheng, Mo Dashan, and others looked at this scene and once again wanted to stand up.

"Nobody move!"

Mo Changlin shouted once more.

The crowd looked at Nannan, who was still trapped by Duan Qingfeng, and then looked at the four Baihe Sect Disciples surrounding Xiao Niuzi. In the end, they still did not stand up.

Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng pressed their hands against the snow, the veins on the backs of their hands bulging.

Mo Xiaoshan lowered his head, tears dropping one by one into the snow.

Mo Dashan pressed down tightly on his shoulders, refusing to let him rush out.

Mo Chenghai and the surrounding villagers also knelt in place, able only to watch Mo Shoutian in Liu Chunmei's arms.

Xiao Niuzi, however, could no longer hold back.

All the spiritual power within his body surged out, repelling the two Foundation Establishment Disciples blocking the front, and he charged straight toward Duan Qingfeng.

"I'll kill you!"

The other two Zhou-Realm Disciples attacked from both sides, but they couldn't stop him at all.

Xiao Niuzi had only rushed out a few steps when Duan Qingfeng turned around and raised his hand to strike him with a palm.

The two people's cultivation differed by a major Realm.

Before Xiao Niuzi had time to resist, that palm strike landed on his chest.

With a bang.

Xiao Niuzi's entire body was sent flying backward, successively knocking down the two Baihe Sect Disciples behind him, and finally he crashed heavily into the snow.

He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he propped up his body, a large mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his mouth, and he collapsed back down.

"Xiao Niuzi!"

Nannan was trapped by Duan Qingfeng's spiritual power and could only watch helplessly as Xiao Niuzi collapsed into the snow.

The four Baihe Sect Disciples immediately rushed over; two held down his shoulders, while the other two grabbed his arms, pressing him firmly against the ground.

Blood was still flowing from Xiao Niuzi's mouth, yet he still refused to stop, several times almost flipping the four of them away.

"Let go of me!"

The four Disciples had to exert force together to barely manage to subdue him.

Nannan also continuously mobilized her spiritual power, wanting to break through Duan Qingfeng's restraint.

"Let go of Xiao Niuzi!"

Duan Qingfeng walked up in front of her and struck the back of her neck with a palm.

Nannan's body went limp, and she fainted into the snow.

"Nannan!"

Xiao Niuzi struggled with all his might once more.

Duan Qingfeng glanced at the two of them and said to the four Disciples:

"Take the two of them away."

Two Baihe Sect Disciples propped up the injured Xiao Niuzi, while the other two lifted the unconscious Nannan.

Xiao Niuzi still wanted to struggle, but he had just taken a palm strike from Duan Qingfeng, his chest hurt terribly, and he couldn't muster much strength at all.

Duan Qingfeng turned around and looked at the crowd of Mo Family Village kneeling in the snow.

"These two people, I will take away first."

Speaking up to here, he chuckled.

"The Spirit Stones, medicinal herbs, and other things you have prepared must all be delivered to Baihe Sect before dark tomorrow."

"Not a single thing can be missing."

Duan Qingfeng raised his finger and pointed at Mo Shoutian in Liu Chunmei's arms.

"If they are not delivered by tomorrow, the one who dies won't be just him alone."

Not a single person among the people of Mo Family Village kneeling in the snow dared to make a sound.

Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng clenched their teeth tightly, and Mo Dashan and the others also lowered their heads, fearing they couldn't help standing up.

Mo Changlin still knelt in place, watching Nannan and Xiao Niuzi being carried away by the Baihe Sect Disciples, his hands already pressed deep into the snow.

Duan Qingfeng paid them no more heed.

"Let's go."

The four Baihe Sect Disciples brought Nannan and Xiao Niuzi, following behind Duan Qingfeng as they walked toward the outside of the village.

"Aunt Nannan!"

The children cried and chased after them for two steps, only to be pulled back by Chen Xiuyun.

After Duan Qingfeng and the others walked far away, Mo Qingshi supported Mo Changlin before they stood up from the snow.

Mo Shouyi, Mo Shoucheng, Mo Dashan, Mo Xiaoshan, Mo Chenghai, and others also got up and slowly walked to Liu Chunmei's side.

Looking at Mo Shoutian lying in her arms, none of them spoke.

Mo Shouyi raised his hand to wipe away his tears, while Mo Shoucheng lowered his head, his shoulders trembling unceasingly.

Mo Changlin stood to one side, tears streaming down the wrinkles on his face.

"Grandfather!"

"Grandfather, wake up!"

The children surrounded Mo Shoutian, desperately calling out grandfather.

Mo Chengyue grasped Mo Shoutian's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Mo Chengye and Mo Chengan lay beside them crying, and Mo Chengfeng and Mo Chenglie also shouted unceasingly along with them.

Chen Xiuyun knelt behind the children, tears dropping down one by one, yet she didn't know how to comfort them.

At this moment, Liu Chunmei was instead very quiet.

She merely sat in the snow, tears streaming from her eyes, lowering her head to look at Mo Shoutian's face.

Mo Changlin stood for a while before walking to Liu Chunmei's side.

"Chunmei, let's carry Shoutian back into the house first."

Liu Chunmei did not answer, still lowering her head and hugging Mo Shoutian.

Mo Changlin said again:

"It's cold outside, we can't let him lie in the snow forever."

Liu Chunmei seemed not to have heard, holding Mo Shoutian tightly with both hands, not moving at all.

Chen Xiuyun wiped away her tears and knelt forward by two steps.

"Mother..."

Liu Chunmei still had no reaction.

Chen Xiuyun reached out to support her arm and said while crying:

"Father is no longer here."

Hearing these words, Liu Chunmei's body suddenly trembled.

She lowered her head to look at Mo Shoutian in her arms, her lips moved a few times, and suddenly she burst into loud sobs.

Hearing their grandmother's cries, the children also cried even harder.

Mo Chengfeng and Mo Chenglie threw themselves beside Liu Chunmei, their mouths calling out unceasingly:

"Grandmother!"

Mo Chengyue still grasped Mo Shoutian's hand, calling out grandfather over and over again.

Mo Chengye and Mo Chengan lay beside them, also crying and shouting along.

The surrounding villagers could no longer hold back.

Some lowered their heads to wipe their tears, while others squatted in the snow and cried out loud.

Mo Shouyi looked at Mo Shoutian's corpse, raised his hand to wipe his face, and cursed through clenched teeth:

"These beasts!"

"Brother Shoutian is already like this, and they still refuse to let him go!"

Mo Shoucheng said with reddened eyes:

"Those dog bastards of Baihe Sect will sooner or later come to a bad end!"

Mo Xiaoshan punched the snow with one fist.

"If Uncle Changlin hadn't stopped me, I would have fought them to the death just now!"

Mo Dashan stood to the side without speaking, merely clutching his fists tightly.

Mo Chenghai and the other villagers also began cursing along.

Listening to everyone's cries and curses, Mo Changlin did not stop them again.

After a good while, he wiped away the tears on his face and said to Mo Shouyi and the others:

"Let's carry Shoutian back into the house first."

Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng squatted down and came before Liu Chunmei.

Liu Chunmei still hugged Mo Shoutian and refused to let go.

Chen Xiuyun could only cry while persuading her:

"Mother, let Uncle Shouyi and the others carry Father back."

"We will accompany Father again once we are home."

After crying for a long time, Liu Chunmei slowly loosened her hands.

Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng bent down and carefully lifted Mo Shoutian up.

The children cried and shouted as they followed behind.

The surrounding villagers also made way, lowering their heads as they followed into the courtyard.