CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 284

"You clamp my waist, I clamp your head; you kick me, I punch you—each move is ruthless, targeting the other’s vital points capable of causing serious injury. The forces from both sides are evenly matched, and the fight is at a deadlock, having reached a fever pitch. Suddenly, Mo Junhua and his team arrive, breaking the regularity. The two sides swiftly separate, adopting defensive and offensive stances.

It’s unclear whether the new arrivals are friend or foe.

People sent by Mr. Mo recognize Mo Junhua, and he recognizes them as well. They nod at each other and suddenly charge towards the opposing group. With the reinforcements of Mo Junhua and his team, they advance irrepressibly.

As soon as Mo Junhua engages in combat, he feels that his body is different; his speed is much faster than before, and his flexibility has improved by a notch. Just now, someone attempted to ambush him from behind, but he was able to bend his waist into a ’工’ shape to avoid the opponent’s military stab. His physical strength is incomparable to what it used to be—he punches someone and sends them flying five or six meters away. The enemies watch him in horror as if he were a murderous demon, while his own side grins ear to ear; he is like a godsend warrior, quickly capturing that group of people and taking them away.

The rest is handled by others. With Hidden Dragon Mountain temporarily inaccessible, Mo Junhua straightens his clothes and walks to the bus stop to take the public bus home. After arriving home, he takes a bath and changes clothes. Learning that Mr. Mo hasn’t returned yet, he becomes worried about Lan Tian’s safety, and also anxious that she might be with Ji Feng, that young man, cooing and doting over each other. Unable to sit still for a moment, he paces restlessly in the room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of the study desk and walks over after a few seconds. He spreads paper across the room to practice calligraphy. After finishing one sheet, he realizes that he has written the ’Cleansing Heart Technique’ often practiced by Lan Tian. His agitated mind calms down unconsciously while reciting the ’Cleansing Heart Technique’.

After silently writing a few more sheets, a servant informs him that Grandpa has returned. Mo Junhua drops his pen and strides towards the hall. Mr. Mo and the maid Kendi are back. He hasn’t seen them for most of the day and misses them terribly. The thought of soon being able to share the secret of his sudden strength with the maid fills him with inexplicable joy.

"Girl, you’re back!" Mo Junhua enters the hall. His gaze sweeps around, not finding the person he wants to see, but Mr. Mo seems to be in a good mood.

"Stop looking; the girl hasn’t returned. Old Ji’s condition is unstable, and she stayed there to take care of him," Mr. Mo awkwardly reassures him. Anyone with clear eyes can see that the girl and the Ji Family’s young man have a special relationship. His tone is dry and comforting, "Don’t think too much. The healer’s heart is like a parent’s heart; the girl has no other thoughts."

As if he could stop thinking.

Mo Junhua’s heart is aching. He knows that what Mr. Mo says is logical, but the thought of the girl living under the same roof as Ji Feng, that young man, really bothers Mo Junhua. He couldn’t tell Mr. Mo that Ji Feng, that young man, was constantly enticing the girl to betray.

In his previous life, the two of them were already close, and now they live together—familiarity breeds fondness, and it’s hard to say if their constant interactions could turn into affection. The position that young man holds in the girl’s heart seems higher than his; this thought makes Mo Junhua feel that his future marriage prospects are bleak, seeing no ray of sunlight.

The thought of the two of them being affectionate behind his back sends Mo Junhua into a fit of jealous rage, a bloodthirsty ferocity flashing in his eyes. The idea of killing the young man grows wildly like weeds in his mind—even if the girl has no romantic feelings for Ji Feng, her unconditional indulgence of him drives Mo Junhua mad with jealousy. Besides, Ji Feng is a man with no integrity.

No, he must separate the two of them, not giving the young man a chance to be alone with the girl. Mo Junhua worries obsessively.

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Lan Tian practices calligraphy in silence inside the room. Slowly, very slowly, her entire spirit immerses itself in the characters, unaware of the outside world and unconsciously reaching the entering the micro realm. She doesn’t realize the sky is darkening, the light in the room is dim, and the paper beneath her hands is no longer visible. With her eyes closed, Lan Tian’s brush continues to move uninterrupted, flowing like a dragon dancing with a phoenix on paper, as the surroundings gradually fade into nothingness.

"Knock, knock, knock"

The sudden knocking at the door snapped Lan Tian out of that mystical feeling. When he opened his eyes, everything was pitch black. Startled, he turned his head to look at the window. Outside, the moon was sparsely surrounded by stars, and Hidden Dragon Mountain under the night sky seemed to be draped in a silver halo, hazy and mysterious.

"Xiao Lan," Ji Feng knocked for a while, and upon receiving no response from inside, he pushed the door open, ’click’—he flipped the light switch on the wall. Then he saw Lan Tian, who was standing in front of his desk, "It’s pitch dark in here, why didn’t you turn on the lights?"

Blinded by the sudden brightness, Lan Tian squinted his eyes shut and only after a moment did he manage to open them again. He turned to look at Ji Feng, "I forgot. Why did you come over?"

"If I didn’t come over, how long were you planning to stay in your room? It’s time to eat, let’s go."

It was indeed late; no wonder he felt hungry. After Foundation Establishment, one could abstain from cereals, not requiring food to sustain the body—this state had its benefits for cultivation. Lan Tian had grown accustomed to eating; without a meal, he always felt something was missing.

"Is Mr. Ji awake?" the two talked as they walked.

"He just woke up," Ji Feng said with a smile in his eyes, "He hasn’t woken up for almost four hours, I had to call him to wake him up. All these years, Grandpa only had this one good sleep." The ones behind the scenes are sinister, with diabolical intentions. This inhumane torture wasn’t just to bring Mr. Ji down, there must be other, more terrifying purposes.

"It’ll get better in the future."

When they arrived at the living room, they heard Mr. Ji talking on the phone with a hearty laugh. Seeing them enter, he gestured for them to sit down before he ended the call with a few more words.

"Lan Tian, thanks to you I, this old man, could have a good sleep." After resting the entire afternoon, Mr. Ji was full of energy, his eyes brimming with vitality.

"It’s your Grandpa who knows how to teach, ’The student excels the master’ indeed!" The prospect of medical skills continuing in the Mo Family delighted Old Mo the most.

"It’s not my great-grandpa who taught me; it was my uncle." Lan Tian struggled to restrain herself, but ended up speaking out anyway. She disliked hearing such words that erased Mo Yuanle’s existence. All her medical knowledge came from Mo Yuanle, but to others, it seemed as if her proficiency was all thanks to her great-grandpa.

Mr. Ji was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the young girl across from him, only to see her looking back at him seriously and earnestly.

As wily as they get, Mr. Ji was a sly old fox, and he immediately realized he’d said the wrong thing when he saw Lan Tian’s expression. The young girl felt indignant for her uncle. He laughed heartily afterward, "Your uncle taught a fine daughter. I would really like to meet him if I have the chance."

This time, Lan Tian genuinely smiled, her eyes curving, "My uncle really respects you; he says you’re a national hero. If he knew you wanted to meet him, he’d be both excited and nervous, probably unable to sleep for at least a week."

"Really? Am I that terrifying?" Mr. Ji asked with a laugh.

It wasn’t a matter of being terrifying or not, but rather that Mr. Ji was the idol that Mo Yuanle admired. Regardless of who it is, learning that one’s idol wishes to meet them would naturally cause nervousness; it’s an instinctive human reaction.