My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Wang Xiaoke was just watching the show, and he didn't expect that his target was himself.

"He is indeed a rare talent, with great luck."

The look in Mo Xuanyuan's eyes when he looked at him was full of approval and satisfaction.

“It’s really rare to reach this level at such a young age!”

"Even a thousand years ago, no one could match this talent."

"Mojia has such a good son-in-law, which is very much to my liking, hahahaha."

The others' hearts paused, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Their majestic and overbearing ancestors actually praised Wang Xiaoke? ?

This world must have gone crazy!

After all, Mo Xuanyuan's expression changed too quickly, and he was just scolding the head of the family.

Now he has a kind face and chats with Wang Xiaoke.

The attitude took a 180-degree turn.

Wang Xiaoke smiled awkwardly, wondering how to address the other party.

Call him Senior Mo, Grandpa Mo... or fellow Taoist?

As if seeing what he was thinking, Mo Xuanyuan placed his big hand on his shoulder.

"Since you are my son-in-law, just follow them and call me ancestor."

"Ancestor?"

"Hey, not bad, the little guy is quite smart!"

Wang Xiaoke coughed twice, feeling that he was being taken advantage of.

But he had no evidence...

"Everyone, get up." Mo Xuanyuan turned around and dragged his hand.

All the Mo family members who were kneeling on the ground were lifted up by a gentle force.

"Although there are many branches of the Mohist family, the blood flowing in your veins is of the same origin and you are all part of the same clan."

Mo Xuanyuan's aura became slightly stern, and his deep eyes scanned the entire audience.

"No one is allowed to collude with outsiders and bring harm to the clan."

"You must not harbor any disloyal thoughts, disobey the leader, or disobey the wishes of the head of the family."

"The 108 rules of the Mohist school, have they not been forgotten by later generations?"

Some people with ulterior motives shuddered when they heard what was said.

"No."

"We will follow the teachings of our ancestors."

Mo Ranshang's mood sunk to the bottom, and he seemed to have accepted defeat.

The ancestor personally protected it, what could he use to overthrow the main lineage?

"When the banquet is over, come find me in Ren De Fang."

Mo Xuanyuan glanced at Wang Xiaoke, Mo Yanyu and Mo Ye.

Then he looked at Han Daoren and nodded with a smile.

"It's rare to see you, little Han. Would you like to have a cup of tea with me?"

"I couldn't ask for more." Han Daoren smiled slightly.

Nie Wentian was sweating profusely...

He really wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Mo Xuanyuan grabbed him with one hand and carried him out of the hall like a chicken.

Han Daoren nodded at Mo Cangming, then looked at Wang Xiaoke meaningfully.

Then he left the banquet venue with Mo Xuanyuan.

The atmosphere eased only after several older generations left.

"Jun'er."

Lu Jin helped her son up with concern and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xianjun pushed his mother away, with madness flashing in his eyes.

"Why should the ancestor protect him? I am the most suitable one!"

"How can Mo Ye be better than me?"

All eyes were focused on him, but most of them were cold and mocking.

They are all fence-sitters, seeing that the second branch's situation is hopeless.

Of course they have to draw a line in the sand to avoid being implicated.

Mo Ye said in a cold tone: "Master Fan, suppress him."

"As ordered."

Gongsheng Fan grabbed Mo Xianjun and dragged him out of the hall.

Mo Ranshang loved his son dearly, so he was also dragged out.

The little episode at the night banquet finally came to an end.

Mo Huaikui and Mo Cangqiong both went out of their way to toast Wang Xiaoke.

Even the overseas Mohists who were offended tried to get close to him with a smile on their faces.

Wang Xiaoke did not refuse. He took a few sips of the wine, just considering it as a courtesy.

After Mo Yanyu sat down, she didn't even look at her relatives.

The only thing in his eyes was Wang Xiaoke.

As soon as the banquet was over, she took Wang Xiaoke away.

Mo Ye had to see off the guests with his father, so he did not go with them.

Rende room.

The most remote and quiet old house in Mojia Villa.

No one is allowed to enter here, and secret guards are on duty at all times.

On weekdays, only the Mohist family worshippers live here, so the environment is very leisurely.

Wang Xiaoke followed Mo Yanyu through the corridor and into the courtyard.

When I pushed the door open, I saw Mo Xuanyuan and Han Daoren sitting opposite each other playing chess.

There are two cups of tea on the table, and eight worshippers stand nearby.

"Where are the people from the Dragon Group?" Wang Xiaoke didn't see Nie Wentian.

Mo Xuanyuan took a sip of tea, picked up the chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

With a "buzz" sound, the space twisted and deformed, and the three people fell to the ground in a mess.

"Laws of space?" Wang Xiaoke was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

Only when one’s cultivation reaches the level of spiritual transformation can one come into contact with the power of laws.

He had only heard his master talk about it, but had never seen anyone perform it.

"Haha, you do have some good eyesight."

Mo Xuanyuan laughed and turned to look at Nie Wentian.

The three men's clothes were torn and tattered, and Li Xingyuan and the other two were seriously injured and looked exhausted.

His body was covered with cuts and wounds, which looked horrifying.

"Are you Qin's apprentice?"

Nie Wentian's eyes were filled with fear: "Yes, my master Qin Jianzhi."

Mo Xuanyuan's arrogant eyes gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Do you think you have grown too powerful and don't care about the Mohist School?"

"If Qin is still alive, I will definitely ask for an explanation!"

Nie Wentian was sweating profusely and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Although he is over 500 years old, he is in front of his ancestors.

Obviously not enough,

"Grandmaster, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me."

"We were confused for a moment and betrayed the Mohist School..."

Nie Wentian's face was filled with regret: "My master intended this back then."

"I have no choice but to follow Master's orders."

Mo Xuanyuan made another move, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth.

"You have cleared yourself quite well. Your master has indeed trained a good disciple."

"You will be given three days to integrate the organization and resume your original responsibilities."

"This is your only chance. See if you can seize it."

Mo Xuanyuan's words had hidden meaning.

"I can create the Dragon Group, or I can destroy it."

"What do you think?"

Nie Wentian was no fool and he reacted immediately.

"Well, I understand. Please rest assured, ancestor."

Mo Xuanyuan waved his hand and said, "Go down, don't disturb my fun."

Nie Wentian felt relieved and wanted to run away.

After the Dragon Group members left, Mo Xuanyuan put on a smile.

"Good boy, and Xiaoyu, both of you come and sit over here."

"I heard that you were Wu Tu's disciple, but I didn't realize it."

His eyes were shining as he looked at Wang Xiaoke back and forth.

"It's not like the fox's inheritance, but it's a bit strange."

Wang Xiaoke smiled but said nothing, without explaining clearly.

"Although I have been away from the world for a thousand years, I still have some information about the outside world."

Mo Xuanyuan laughed and said, "A few days ago in the West."

"There was a 19-year-old boy who reached the Nascent Soul stage and defeated the four strongest."

"Kill three people, repel one person, and destroy the Divine Court."

"He is even more revered as the Sword Immortal. It is true that heroes emerge young."

Wang Xiaoke felt a little embarrassed after being praised by him.

The worshippers looked at each other, especially the second worshipper.

The last time I dealt with this guy, I didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Could it be that when he hit me... he deliberately let me off a little?

Then he is pretty good~

Wang Xiaoke cleared his throat and asked about his doubts.

"Ancestor, how did you break through the suppression and achieve the half-step transformation into a god?"

"Isn't this Yuanying the end point of this world?"

Mo Xuanyuan nodded: "You are right."

“When ordinary cultivators reach the end of the Nascent Soul stage, they will feel the shackles of heaven and earth.”

"For example, kid Han is trapped at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and will never be able to break through in his lifetime."

Han Daoren smiled bitterly and stroked his goatee.

"Two hundred years ago, I was in seclusion on Mount Tai, hoping to break free from the shackles and reach the realm of incarnation."

"But the bottleneck seems to be both real and imaginary, and it is ultimately untouchable."

“It ended up being a failure.”

Mo Xuanyuan smiled helplessly: "The way of heaven was shattered in the war between the two worlds."

"Even if it is being slowly repaired, it will probably take tens of thousands of years."

"I am different from him. The Mohist School is the most respected in China and is respected by the world."

"The royal families of all dynasties who were granted titles all had good fortune."

"I relied on a wisp of the emperor's aura to forcibly step into the half-step transformation into a god."

"But that's all."

Wang Xiaoke looked at the expressions of the two people and suddenly had a bold idea.

If we bring them into the Ancient Realm... and then join the Invincible Sect...

Hiss... Two more high-end combat forces appeared.