"Are you implying our Xing'er's brain is inferior to theirs?"
Seeing Mo Qing about to erupt in anger, Zi Qi quickly interjected, "Alright, alright, Mo Qing, no need to get angry. I agree to that condition."
Mo Qing, who was about to unleash a torrent of threats, froze mid-sentence. What?
He agreed? He had just adamantly refused. How could he agree now?
No, these old bastards must have some ulterior motive.
Seeing Mo Qing lost in thought, Zi Qi spoke again, "However, this matter isn't that simple, after all..."
"See? See? I knew you old bastards had a scheme! You've revealed it now," Mo Qing interrupted before Zi Qi could finish.
Zi Qi, looking at the brazen Mo Qing, grabbed his large seal and brought it down hard on him.
"You son of a bitch! Am I giving you too much leeway? You dare call me an old bastard? Let me tell you, other than our own little brat, every single one of you who dares call me that again will face my wrath!" Zi Qi knocked Mo Qing out with two swift blows. Sudannovel.com
An hour later, Mo Qing, with his head wrapped in bandages, and the Demon Imperial Son sat obediently opposite Patriarch Zi Qi and the young Daoist.
"Can we talk properly now?" Patriarch Zi Qi asked Mo Qing with a chuckle.
"Yes," Mo Qing nodded meekly.
"Can you talk properly now?" the young Daoist asked the Demon Imperial Son in the same tone.
The Demon Imperial Son blinked, then said aggrievedly, "I didn't say a damn thing, and you just knocked me out. I still don't know why you hit me."
The young Daoist blinked. Right, why did he hit him?
"Hahaha, Brother Xing, please don't be angry. It was all a misunderstanding. Besides, in this room, I can't beat anyone else but you."
The Demon Imperial Son blinked. "What the hell, can you even speak human?"
Seeing the Demon Imperial Son genuinely angered, the young Daoist knew he was in the wrong. He quickly plastered on a conciliatory smile.
"Brother Xing, are you thirsty? What would you like to drink?"
"No."
"Brother Xing, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"
"No."
"Brother Xing, are you lonely? I can introduce you to a girl."
"This one works. (≧▽≦)"
Everyone was taken aback. What the hell, so these two little brats aren't as upright as they seem.
Just then, the main door opened again, and a formidable-looking old demon walked in. This was Mo Qing's father and Mo Xing's grandfather, Mo Kuangtu.
"Father, Grandfather," Mo Qing and the Demon Imperial Son greeted them respectfully.
"What the hell happened to you two? How did you end up like this after a negotiation?"
He then asked Mo Qing, "Who hit you?"
"I did," Zi Qi said gruffly, looking at Mo Kuangtu.
"And who hit you?" Mo Kuangtu glared at Zi Qi, then asked Mo Xing.
"I did," the young Daoist, not in the right, could only confess obediently.
Mo Kuangtu didn't scold Zi Qi and the young Daoist. Instead, he turned and lectured Mo Qing and Mo Xing, "Didn't we always teach you not to bother with people from the Great Shang? That whole family has issues with their brains. If we win, it's embarrassing, and if we lose, we end up hospitalized. Why don't you ever listen?"
Zi Qi and the others from Great Shang exchanged bewildered glances: What? Our entire family has issues with their brains?
Mo Qing pointed at the young Daoist and said, "Father, this little fatty is just Great Shang's son-in-law, not one of us. He's from the Zhang Zhen family."
"The Zhang Zhen family?" Mo Kuangtu asked curiously.
"What the hell, even more reason to stay away from them! That old guy's brain is worse than the Great Shang family's. Otherwise, why would anyone willingly approach someone who's beaten them for thousands of years?"
Zi Qi twitched his eyebrows and said grumpily, "Mo Kuangtu, you old bastard, stop slandering me. If you keep babbling, I'll beat you up."
Mo Kuangtu sat opposite Zi Qi nonchalantly.
"Alright, we've been fighting for thousands of years, we know each other well enough. Let's talk business."
"My eldest son transmitted a message to me, saying you've agreed to revive our second son."
Zi Qi nodded. "Mo Shang's death was indeed a pity. It was like a joke. We fought fiercely before, and when Mo Shang died, I was happy for days."
"But now that we're allies, I feel Mo Shang's loss is regrettable. After all, with the great enemy upon us, if Mo Shang were alive, he could definitely make those Heavenly Clan brats regret their existence."
Mo Kuangtu nodded. "Though it sounds unpleasant, it's not easy to hear you say that, you old rascal."
Zi Qi continued, "You've preserved Mo Shang's soul, haven't you? Give it to me straight, is it a complete soul or just a remnant."
Mo Kuangtu gave a wry smile. "Only a remnant is left, but a good portion, more than half."
Hearing this, Zi Qi lowered his head in thought. After a while, he looked up and said,
"Old man, transmit a message to your Demon Ancestor. Tell him to capture Ai Nuo's soul while killing him. We'll use this old fellow's soul power to mend Mo Shang's soul."
Mo Kuangtu immediately transmitted the message to the Demon Ancestor, who was currently toying with Ai Nuo, through bloodline communication.
"Zi Qi, are you sure this method will work? Mending our second son's soul with Ai Nuo's old soul... won't that cause problems?"
Patriarch Zi Qi said impatiently, "Are you an old fool? I said we'll use Ai Nuo's soul *power*, not his soul. Can't you listen properly?"
"What the hell, when did you become so amazing? You can refine the soul of an Ancestor? Zi Qi, tell me honestly, what level are you at now?"
Zi Qi looked at Mo Kuangtu as if he were an idiot. "You old fossil, can you stop being so jumpy? Did I say I'm refining Ai Nuo's soul? You think too highly of me."
"If I had that ability, I would have slapped you to death long ago, saving you from all this incessant chatter. I intended for my father to invite Ancestor Nu Wa... What the hell, how could I forget about my father?"
He then ignored Mo Kuangtu and quickly turned to throw a storage bag at Zhao Ming. "Son, take Xiang Tu and get some resources from Xiao Ming. Go to your grandfather's immediately."