72: Chapter 72 Spiritual Veins

Just at this moment, two Flying Swords appeared above Mo Family Village.

The people guarding the village entrance immediately noticed them.

"There are people in the sky!"

A dozen heavy crossbows quickly shifted their direction, their bolts all aiming at the sky.

Mo Qingshi supported Mo Changlin as they stood at the village entrance.

Mo Changlin looked up.

The two Flying Swords were descending toward the village side.

Two people were standing on the front sword.

The person standing in front was covered in blood, and their clothes had lost their original color. The person behind kept their head lowered, leaning their entire body against his back.

The person on the other sword also had disheveled hair, with large patches of blood staining their clothes.

For a moment, no one actually recognized them.

Several hunters had already gripped the trigger mechanisms of the heavy crossbows.

"Don't move yet!"

Mo Changlin stared fixedly at the three people in the air.

The two Flying Swords descended a bit lower.

Seeing the heavy crossbows aimed at them below, Nannan hurriedly shouted:

"Uncle Changlin, it's us!"

Hearing the voice, Mo Changlin was stunned for a moment.

Mo Qingshi supported him and moved forward a few steps.

Only then did he clearly see Mo Xiaochuan standing in the front.

"Xiaochuan?"

Mo Xiaochuan's face was covered in dried blood, leaving only a pair of eyes clearly visible.

Mo Changlin hurriedly shouted to the people guarding the heavy crossbows:

"Put down the crossbows, Xiaochuan and the others are back!"

The two Flying Swords landed at the village entrance.

Mo Xiaochuan stepped down from the duanshui sword, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, his body swayed slightly.

Mo Dashan hurriedly stepped forward to steady him.

Several people nearby also crowded over and caught Xiao Niuzi.

Mo Changlin looked at the blood on the three people, then raised his head to look outside the village.

"Where are the people from the Baihe Sect?"

Mo Xiaochuan caught his breath.

"The Baihe Sect is gone."

Mo Changlin didn't understand for a moment.

"What do you mean by gone?"

Nannan stepped down from the sword.

"Gu Changfeng is dead, and Duan Qingfeng is dead too."

She said to the surrounding villagers:

"Everyone doesn't need to be afraid anymore; there won't be a Baihe Sect from now on."

Mo Dashan looked at the three and asked softly:

"Are all the people of the Baihe Sect dead?"

"They are all dead."

After Mo Xiaochuan finished these words, the people guarding beside the heavy crossbows slowly loosened their grip.

It was unknown who threw the machete in their hand onto the snow.

"The Baihe Sect is truly gone."

Villagers hiding behind courtyard walls and on both sides of the road walked out one after another.

Hearing the news, several women broke down in tears on the spot.

Some people also ran quickly toward the village, shouting as they ran:

"Xiaochuan is back!"

"The Baihe Sect has been wiped out!"

Mo Changlin looked at the blood-soaked Mo Xiaochuan.

"Has your father's revenge been avenged?"

"It has been avenged."

After saying this, Mo Xiaochuan looked toward the direction of his home.

"I'm going to see my dad."

On the morning two days later, Mo Shoutian's funeral took place.

The members of the Mo family who worked outside all rushed back, and both inside and outside the courtyard were packed with people.

Mo Qingshi supported the leg-injured Mo Changlin as he stood before the door.

Mo Changlin glanced at the crowd in the courtyard and spoke:

"The time has come, lift the coffin."

Mo Dahu, Mo Xiaohu, Mo Dashan, Mo Xiaoshan, Mo Shoucheng, and Mo Shouyi bent down simultaneously and lifted the coffin.

Mo Dahu had an old injury on his waist and swayed slightly when getting up. The people beside him wanted to replace him, but he waved his hand to stop them.

Mo Xiaohu's eyes were red and swollen, and he kept his head down without speaking.

Mo Dashan and the others also clenched their teeth tightly, steadily lifting the wooden poles on their shoulders.

Wearing a set of white mourning clothes, Mo Xiaochuan held Mo Shoutian's spirit tablet in both hands, walking in front of the coffin.

White cloth was still wrapped around his waist and right shoulder, and every step he took brought pain from his wounds.

The five children were also dressed in white, following behind their father.

Mo Chengyue pressed his lips tightly together, Mo Chengye's eyes were already swollen from crying, and Mo Chengan pulled on his older brother's clothes corner.

Mo Chengfeng and Mo Chenglie were still young and occasionally turned back to look at the coffin behind.

Supported by Chen Xiuyun and Nannan, Liu Chunmei followed behind the coffin.

Over these past two days, she had cried until she had no strength left, only staring constantly at the coffin ahead.

Xiao Niuzi's injuries had not yet healed, and he followed behind supported by Xu Qiuniang.

Xu Qiuniang's eyes were red and swollen, one hand tightly supporting her son, while her gaze remained fixed on the coffin in front.

Further back were Mo Changlin, Mo Qingshi, Mo Xiaozhu, Mo Xiaoman, and other members of the Mo family.

Having just lost her husband, Sun Guizhi walked among the crowd, supported by Zhao Qiuju.

Mo Xiaozhu followed beside his mother with his head lowered, never lifting it up.

Mo Changlin had leg injuries and could only move forward while supported by Mo Qingshi.

Someone wanted to carry a chair over, but he waved his hand to refuse.

"Shoutian died for Mo Family Village, so I must personally send him off on his final journey."

Everyone in Mo Family Village had come.

The elderly leaned on wooden sticks, the women led their children by the hand, and the young men guarded both sides of the procession.

The funeral procession stretched all the way from Mo Shoutian's home to the village entrance.

No one spoke.

There was only the sound of everyone stepping on the accumulated snow, along with the creaking sounds made by the wooden poles.

After leaving Mo Family Village, the funeral procession followed the mountain path toward Baitou Mountain.

Upon reaching Baitou Mountain, everyone buried Mo Shoutian next to the Mo family ancestral tombs.

Once the grave mound was piled up, Mo Xiaochuan led the five children to kneel and kowtowed three times toward the new grave.

That evening, the mourners returned to Mo Family Village one after another.

After the traditional first-seven-day mourning ritual, members of the Mo family came once again to the main hall of Mo Shoutian's house.

Chairs were lined up on both sides of the main hall, and all the people in the Mo family who could currently take charge had arrived.

Mo Xiaochuan sat right in the center.

His injuries had healed a lot, though white cloth was still wrapped around his waist and right shoulder. Although his complexion was somewhat pale, his body sat very straight.

Sitting at the very front on the left was Mo Changlin.

His legs had not yet recovered, so he could only lean against the back of the chair. Mo Qingshi stood behind him.

Seated in order below Mo Changlin were Mo Shouyi, Mo Shoucheng, Mo Dahu, Mo Xiaohu, Mo Dashan, and Mo Xiaoshan.

Mo Mancang, Mo Chenghai, and Mo Chunhe sat further back.

Sitting at the very front on the right were Nannan and Xiao Niuzi.

Chen Wanshan sat behind them.

Mo Xiaozhu and Mo Xiaoman sat at the very back on the right.

The two of them had just rushed back from the Baihe Sect last night.

The main hall was extremely quiet.

Everyone was looking at Mo Xiaochuan sitting in the center.

Mo Xiaochuan looked toward Mo Xiaozhu and Mo Xiaoman sitting at the very back.

"Let's first talk about the items left behind by the two sects."

Mo Xiaozhu stood up.

"In the original treasury of the Baihe Sect, there were 1,264 Spirit Stones. After the items from the Xuanyang Sect were moved over by them, there were an additional 4,371 stones, making a total of 5,635 Spirit Stones."

Hearing this number, everyone in the main hall looked at him.

Mo Xiaozhu continued:

"There are a total of 678 Medicinal Pills. The most numerous are Qi Induction Pills, numbering 120; there are 46 Qi Gathering Pills; and 65 Huichun Pills used for healing. There are only 7 Foundation Establishment Pills. The rest are all Bigu Pills, antidote pills, and other Low Grade Medicinal Pills."

Mo Changlin gripped the armrests of his chair, not speaking for a long time.

Mo Dahu and the others also listened in a daze. Having done business for ten years, this was the first time the Mo family had ever seen so many cultivation supplies.

Mo Xiaochuan asked:

"What about the Cultivation Techniques?"

Mo Xiaoman replied:

"There are 12 Cultivation Techniques and 21 offensive Spells. Most of them are Yellow Rank Low Grade and Medium Grade, with only three Yellow Rank High Grade ones, and no Profound Rank Cultivation Techniques. In addition, there are 17 Flying Swords, 4 Pill Furnaces, and 6 medicinal gardens."

Speaking up to this point, he paused.

"There is one more matter."

"Beneath the back mountain of the Xuanyang Sect, there is a small Spiritual Vein."