The wind rustled his clothes.
Mo Jiuchi stood still, sensing everything around him.
He had known Shen Yue and her group were there the moment they entered the Prime Minister’s Residence.
The aura of these Sect Disciples was weaker than the two in the living room, so he ignored them.
But among these eight, there was one exception.
Mo Jiuchi opened his eyes and looked down at Shen Yue in the courtyard below.
‘This little girl is the exception.’
No matter what method he used, he couldn’t see through her cultivation. There were only two possibilities.
One, her cultivation was too high, beyond his detection range.
Two, she had no cultivation, an ordinary person.
‘Could it be that this little girl has no cultivation?’
As for the first possibility, Mo Jiuchi never considered it. How could a girl not yet of coming-of-age age have higher cultivation than him?
Extremely puzzled, he stepped down through the air, one step at a time, descending into the main courtyard.
“I am Mo Jiuchi, steward of the Mo Manor. What business do you have with the Head of the Family?”
This ability to tread on air as if walking on flat ground deeply shocked the seven, their eyes filled with terror.
The group exchanged glances, their faces solemn, and nodded. Using the system to confirm the target’s identity, the Divine Strategy Player immediately made the first move.
He looked at Mo Jiuchi with disdain and spoke in a flippant tone, “A mere steward, what right do you have to speak with us? Go, call that damn Head of yours.”
“Exactly, exactly. A dog of the Mo Manor doesn’t deserve it.”
There was an ancient saying: when the ruler is humiliated, the subjects die. They planned to provoke Mo Jiuchi by insulting Mo Ruhui.
As expected, the words made Mo Jiuchi’s eyes turn cold, a fierce killing intent rising in his heart.
But seeing they were disciples of the Eight Major Sects, he quickly suppressed his anger.
“The Mo Manor is the Prime Minister’s Residence of the Great Song Dynasty. This is no place for insolence.”
“Oh, the Mo Manor? We’re so scared.” The Divine Strategy Player pretended to be frightened, patting his chest.
“So?” He then walked up to Mo Jiuchi, stood on his tiptoes to look down at him, and grinned. “Even if I am insolent, what can you do about it?”
Faced with such provocation, Mo Jiuchi remained unmoved.
He glanced calmly at the group and smiled. “If that’s the case, the Mo Manor does not welcome you. Servants, see them out.”
“Yes.” Two servants at the courtyard entrance hurried in, gesturing with their right hands toward the exit. “Please.”
The Divine Strategy Player frowned. He truly hadn’t expected this NPC to be so patient. Even with him climbing all over his face, he still didn’t get angry.
‘Damn it. I refuse to believe you have no temper at all.’
He turned and gave the Divine Fist Player a look. The latter understood and nodded slightly.
The Divine Fist Player walked over to the servant, twisted his wrists, spread his huge palm, breathed on it, and then slapped him.
Smack The sound of the slap echoed through the quiet courtyard.
The servant covered his left cheek, looked at the Divine Fist Player, then at Mo Jiuchi, stunned.
“What status do you have to speak to us with that attitude?”
“A servant needs to know his place. Got it?” With that, the Divine Fist Player added a kick, knocking the servant to the ground.
No matter how well-trained the servant was, rage boiled within him. But facing a Sect Disciple, no matter how furious, he could only hold it in.
“You…”
The Divine Fist Player glared at the servant with a fierce expression. “You what? Say one more word, and I’ll kick you to death.”
“Enough!”
Mo Jiuchi roared, drawing everyone’s attention.
He then looked coldly at the Divine Strategy Player. From his actions, he knew this was the leader.
“Are you all determined to cause trouble in this manor?”
The Divine Strategy Player was stunned, then burst into inexplicable laughter, clutching his stomach and pointing at Mo Jiuchi.
The other players didn’t understand why, but they all joined in the laughter.
“Ha ha.”
The only female player in the group, Yihua, didn’t laugh as loudly as the others, holding back somewhat.
Shen Yue blinked her small eyes, seemingly very interested in their sudden laughter. She tugged on the Yihua player’s hand and asked, “Big sister, what are you laughing at?”
The smile on the Yihua player’s face instantly froze. Awkwardly, she rubbed the little girl’s head without speaking.
“Why are you laughing?”
“At how stupid you are, haha.” The Divine Strategy Player pointed at Mo Jiuchi.
Mo Jiuchi’s face darkened. He took a deep breath, his face twitching involuntarily, looking like he wanted to be angry but didn’t dare.
“Do not think that just because you rely on the status of Sect Disciples, I would not attack.”
“Ha.” The Divine Strategy Player let out a dismissive cold laugh, then clapped his hands and turned to the Yihua player. “Little sister, go ahead. Hit him with some internet slang.”
“Huh?” The Yihua player was confused. “What internet slang?”
The Divine Strategy Player was speechless.
“Think about why we’re here. Any of it.”
“Oh.” The Yihua player immediately understood. She gave an “OK” gesture and walked up to Mo Jiuchi.
She took a few deep breaths, composed herself, looked at him contemptuously, and parted her lips. “You calling me a dog, you weakling?”
As the Yihua player said this, her gaze kept wandering down to Mo Jiuchi’s crotch, making him feel deeply humiliated.
Although he didn’t understand what the words meant, he understood “calling” and “dog.” It was basically calling him incompetent, comparing him to a dog.
Good. Very good.
I haven’t left seclusion in over a decade, and now a mere Sect Disciple dares to climb all over my face and insult me.
“A bunch of jumping clowns, how dare you!!!”
The moment Mo Jiuchi finished speaking, he vanished.
In that instant, a sky full of fist shadows engulfed the entire courtyard. In the blink of an eye, all the players were sent flying like scattered flowers.
Including Shen Yue.
She lay on the courtyard grass, staring blankly at the clear blue sky.
“Hiss.” The seven clutched their chests, sucking in cold air.
The burning pain, like a stone blocking their chests, made it hard for them to breathe.
“Cough, cough.”
The Divine Strategy Player ignored the pain, quickly pulled up his private chat, and sent a message to Mu Qingxue.
After sending it, he collapsed to the ground, laughing heartily.
Mo Jiuchi saw this and frowned deeply, sensing something was wrong.
“He attacked. Everyone can attack now.”
At this point, everyone knew the mission was complete. Running away was fine, but there was still one last step.
Death.
Well, they knew they didn’t have to die, but there was compensation. Compensation, you know? Who wouldn’t want that?
“I hope the Guild Leader’s compensation is generous.” The Divine Fist Player grinned, climbed up from the ground, rubbed his chest, and charged forward cursing.
“You old thief, you hurt me.”
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