68: Chapter 68 White Crane Sect, Here I Come!

Mo Shouyi had just called out his name when he turned his face away and began to wipe away his tears.

Hearing the voice, Liu Chunmei raised her head and looked towards the doorway.

"Your father has been waiting for you all along."

Mo Xiaochuan's lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.

After a long while, he walked step by step into the main hall and knelt beside the door panel.

He reached out and grasped his father's hand.

It was icy cold to the touch.

"Father…"

Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head and called out once more:

"Father, I am back."

Mo Shoutian did not answer.

Mo Xiaochuan's tears instantly fell.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

"I am back."

"Father!"

Mo Xiaochuan leaned down, pressing his forehead against the back of his father's cold hand, and could no longer hold back his sobs.

After crying for a good while, Mo Xiaochuan finally raised his head.

He looked at the wound on his father's chest, and then at his missing left leg.

"Who did this?"

The crying in the room quieted down significantly, but no one answered him.

Mo Shouyi kept his head down, and Mo Shoucheng also turned his face to the side.

Mo Xiaochuan looked at Liu Chunmei.

"Mother, who killed Father?"

Liu Chunmei simply sat there shedding tears, her hand still tightly gripping Mo Shoutian's hand.

"What does it mean that none of you are saying anything?"

Mo Xiaochuan stood up.

"My father has been killed by someone, and you all still want to keep it from me?"

Mo Shouyi's lips moved a few times, but in the end, he still made no sound.

At this moment, Mo Chengyue ran over and grabbed Mo Xiaochuan's clothes.

"Father."

Mo Xiaochuan looked down at him.

"Grandfather was killed by those Immortals."

Mo Chengyue said while crying:

"They also beat Aunt Nannan and Uncle Xiao Niuzi."

After hearing this, Mo Xiaochuan glanced around the room.

Nannan was not there, and neither was Xiao Niuzi.

"Where are the two of them?"

No one dared to look at him, each lowering their heads and shedding tears.

Mo Xiaochuan walked up to Mo Shouyi.

"Uncle Shouyi, where did Nannan and Xiao Niuzi go?"

Mo Shouyi clenched his teeth and didn't say a single word.

"Uncle Shoucheng, you speak."

Mo Shoucheng also lowered his head.

Mo Xiaochuan grew anxious.

"What on earth is going on? Where are they?"

Mo Changlin stood aside and let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, this matter cannot be kept hidden anyway; Xiaochuan would find out sooner or later."

Mo Shouyi raised his head and looked at him.

"Uncle Changlin, you cannot say it."

"If you don't say it, will he not go investigate?"

Mo Changlin looked at Mo Xiaochuan.

"The ones who came today were people from the Baihe Sect, and the one leading them was the very person who made us go to Baitou Mountain to look for something eleven years ago."

Upon hearing the name of the Baihe Sect, the expression on Mo Xiaochuan's face instantly changed.

Mo Changlin then recounted the entire course of events.

"Nannan and Xiao Niuzi were also taken away by them."

Mo Xiaochuan clenched his fists tightly.

"Where were they taken?"

"To the Baihe Sect."

"When that person left, he also left a message telling us to deliver the prepared Spirit Stones and medicinal herbs before dark tomorrow, otherwise they will come again."

Hearing this, Mo Xiaochuan turned around and began to walk outside.

Mo Changlin hurried after him and grabbed his arm.

"Xiaochuan, you cannot go!"

"Let go."

"Xiaochuan!"

Mo Changlin gripped him even tighter.

"The Baihe Sect has just destroyed the Xuanyang Sect; none of us know how many Cultivators are inside."

Mo Xiaochuan turned back to look at him.

"My father was killed by them, and Nannan and Xiao Niuzi are still in their hands. You want me to wait at home?"

"Then what can you accomplish by going alone?"

Mo Changlin said with red eyes:

"Your father is already gone. If something happens to you as well, what will your mother do? What will Xiuyun and these children do?"

"Xiaochuan, your father risked his life to protect the people of the Mo family, not for you to run off and throw your life away now."

"The Mo family has already lost your father; it cannot lose you as well."

Mo Xiaochuan did not speak.

Mo Changlin still held tightly onto his arm, and Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng also blocked the doorway, refusing to let him go out.

The spiritual power within Mo Xiaochuan surged forth abruptly.

Mo Changlin, who was holding onto him, only felt a surge of force transmitted through his hand, causing him to take a step back. Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng, who were blocking the doorway, were also forced to retreat to the sides.

"Xiaochuan!"

Mo Changlin wanted to step forward again, but Mo Xiaochuan had already reached the doorway.

"Xiaochuan."

Liu Chunmei called out from behind.

Mo Xiaochuan stopped in his tracks.

Liu Chunmei was still sitting beside Mo Shoutian, her hand tightly gripping his.

"Mother has already lost your father."

She looked at Mo Xiaochuan, her tears flowing down once more.

"She cannot lose you as well."

Mo Xiaochuan stood with his back to her for a good while before turning his head.

"Mother, rest assured."

"I will return."

Chen Xiuyun stood beside the children watching him, her lips moving a few times as if she had many things to say, but in the end, nothing came out.

Mo Xiaochuan glanced at her and then looked at everyone else in the room.

"If I do not return before dawn, distribute the silver in the house."

"Take whatever things can be carried, and everyone leave Mo Family Village."

Having said that, he looked back at Chen Xiuyun.

"Xiuyun, help me take good care of Mother and the children."

Chen Xiuyun's tears instantly fell.

"Xiaochuan…"

Mo Xiaochuan said nothing more, turned around, and walked out of the main hall.

The duanshui sword flew up from the snow in the courtyard and landed beneath his feet.

Mo Xiaochuan turned back to give the room one final look.

The next moment, the duanshui sword shot straight up into the sky, carrying Mo Xiaochuan as it flew in the direction of the Baihe Sect.

In the stone dungeon of the Baihe Sect.

The oil lamp on the wall was still burning, its flame flickering from time to time.

The stone walls were covered in moisture, and water droplets continuously fell from the corners.

Inside the entire cell, apart from the sound of dripping water, there was only the sound of clashing iron chains.

Nannan was still locked by the wall.

The outer garment on her shoulder had been torn apart, and she could only turn her body sideways, trying her best to gather her clothes in front of her chest.

Duan Qingfeng stood right in front of her, still having received no answer from Xiao Niuzi.

In the opposite cell, Xiao Niuzi gripped the iron bars with both hands, his wrists already chafed bloody by the iron chains.

He stared fixedly at Duan Qingfeng.

Duan Qingfeng waited for a moment.

"What, not planning to talk anymore?"

Xiao Niuzi did not answer.

Duan Qingfeng did not ask again; he reached out, grabbed the collar on Nannan's other side, and gave it a violent pull outward.

With a ripping sound, the already torn outer garment split apart once more.

Nannan hurriedly turned her body sideways, wanting to use her shoulders to block herself, but with her hands locked behind her by the iron chains, there was simply no way.

"Beast!"

She struggled desperately, the iron chains behind her clashing against the stone wall and making a clattering noise.

Grabbing her torn collar, Duan Qingfeng turned his head to look at the opposite cell.

"Still not planning to talk?"

Xiao Niuzi gripped the iron bars tightly.

Watching Nannan trapped by the wall, his tears could no longer be held back, streaming down his cheeks.

"I'll talk!"

"I'll talk!"

Xiao Niuzi slammed hard against the iron bars, his voice already carrying a crying tone.

"I beg you to stop."

"Let her go first!"

"Xiao Niuzi, you cannot speak!"

Nannan immediately shouted to him:

"They won't let us go!"

Duan Qingfeng slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut up."

He looked back at Xiao Niuzi.

"If you had been this obedient earlier, wouldn't all of this have been avoided?"

Xiao Niuzi's wrists were still bleeding, but his hands never loosened their grip on the iron bars.

"Let her go first."

"As long as you don't touch her again, I will tell you everything."