Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 270: Mo Tianyun's Suffering and Counterattack
As Ao Xieyun's words fell, the entire hall fell into silence. Ji Zhu's gaze shifted subtly, while Gu Yanyang and Gu Yanyue exchanged sharp looks; the young masters who were friendly with Ao Xieyun also displayed solemn expressions.
Ao Xieyun's statement carried significant weight. Ever since Mo Tianyun arrived, he had been looking for opportunities to challenge Ao Xieyun. Now, this was the most gathered audience they had, and it was clear that Ao Xieyun was trying to suppress Mo Tianyun.
Moreover, he was exploiting Mo Tianyun's weaknesses!
Everyone felt a bit tense. If the two young masters openly declared their positions today, the prominent families present would be faced with an unexpected dilemma.
Except for a few who were unconcerned, everyone else would have to make a choice.
This was abrupt!
Moreover, Ao Xieyun held the moral high ground, and with his words, Mo Tianyun was clearly at a disadvantage.
Mo Tianyun stared intently at Ao Xieyun, remaining silent for a long time, as if the atmosphere had frozen. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Ao, that statement shouldn’t come from your mouth."
“Is that so?” Ao Xieyun did not look at him, merely lowering his head as he skillfully rolled a small white porcelain teacup in his hand, tea filling the cup, releasing an aromatic fragrance, yet not a single drop spilled even when held upside down.
“We are both descendants of noble families,” Mo Tianyun sighed deeply, his soft gaze becoming sharp and piercing, carrying a sense of inexplicable oppression. “Brother Ao, you should understand, our kind of noble family stands in the Central Three Heavens based on what.”
“Hehe, is it based on fratricide or the despicable and lowly?” Ao Xieyun's eyes flashed with a strange light as he mocked.
“Both! But that’s not all.” To everyone’s surprise, Mo Tianyun admitted it. His acknowledgment even caused Ao Xieyun to halt the rolling of the teacup, slowly lifting his head to look at him.
“Every rise of a noble family is a tragedy,” Mo Tianyun slowly took his seat across from Ao Xieyun, quietly locking his gaze on him. “It’s either one’s own tragedy or that of an enemy.”
“Indeed.” Ao Xieyun replied in a deep voice.
“And we, the new generation of the Central Three Heavens, are also the leaders of the next generation. Each of us holds significant importance in our respective families; Brother Ao should not deny this.” Mo Tianyun continued slowly.
“Go on.” Ao Xieyun’s voice had a somber tone.
“But to put it bluntly, why do we have such status?” Mo Tianyun said in a low voice. “Don’t talk about talent, don’t talk about our hard work; those are mere platitudes. Our current status ultimately stems from the fact that we have a vast family backing us!”
“Among us, the one with the highest cultivation level is still just a ninth grade martial sovereign.” Mo Tianyun chuckled coldly. “Such cultivation level could easily be wiped out by a king seated in the Central Three Heavens! And this cultivation level was achieved only through the family’s countless resources and spiritual medicines; what is there to be proud of?”
“If we were born in an ordinary family, even with such talent, what difference would it make? We would merely be ordinary.” Mo Tianyun said, “Brothers, don’t blame me for being impolite. In my view, we, including myself, Brother Ao, and Brother Dong, are the same; without our families, we are nothing! Not even worth a damn!”
Everyone remained silent, not saying a word.
Ao Xieyun's gaze flickered slightly, yet he did not refute. The fact was undeniable; arguing would only show narrow-mindedness.
“Because of the great Ao Family, there is the evil young master! Because of the powerful Mo Family, there is me, Mo Tianyun.” Mo Tianyun stated firmly, “Our foremost priority is to protect the family’s interests. Only by safeguarding the family can we protect ourselves.”