Live-in Son-in-law

Mo Wuji brought Qin Yi to a grand hall.

"Please announce, Mo Wuji seeks an audience with the Family Head."

Mo Wuji bowed and said to the guard at the door.

"Wait, the Family Head is discussing matters with the Elders." The guard said coldly, with a look of disdain.

Mo Wuji nodded and respectfully stood at the entrance of the hall, waiting.

Qin Yi cursed silently, idiot, can't you find a place to sit and wait?

After waiting for more than two hours, the guard finally informed Mo Wuji to go in.

The two of them walked into the hall. Qin Yi looked around, admiring the carved beams and painted rafters; it was indeed magnificent.

At the far end of the hall, there was a high platform with a golden throne on it. An elderly man with greying hair sat there, his body thin and unremarkable, but his eyes were sharp, exuding the aura of someone in power.

Without saying, the person sitting there must be Mo Family Head Mo Honghai.

On both sides, a dozen chairs were neatly arranged, separated by small tables, with several elders sitting opposite one another.

Such strength.

Qin Yi was trembling inside. Although these people were not channeling their energy, just sitting there, they felt like a mighty mountain, instilling fear.

Damn, these old fellows' cultivation has surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm.

Especially Mo Honghai; his cultivation is unfathomable, maybe able to battle Azure Dragon.

These Hidden Families truly have deep foundations.

Qin Yi restrained his aura, held his breath, and slightly lowered his head. If he was not careful and these old guys realized he wasn't Qin Ankang, it would be awful, and he probably wouldn't leave here alive.

"Wuji greets the Family Head, and the Elders." Mo Wuji respectfully cupped his hands and bowed.

Qin Yi mimicked Mo Wuji and saluted as well.

"Wuji, you're back? How did things go on your trip?" Mo Honghai asked, his voice steady.

"Wuji feels ashamed. That Qin Yi was too strong; I couldn't kill him." Mo Wuji lowered his head, full of shame.

Beside him, an elder suddenly snorted coldly, as if thunder had exploded, making the whole hall tremble, and dust fell.

"You can't even deal with a Qin Yi, and you dare return?"

"It's Wuji's incompetence, please punish me, Elder."

"In the end, not all of his blood is from the Mo Family. Naturally, compared to Mo Family disciples, he is far lacking, so failure is normal," another elder sneered.

"If I failed, I would have already committed suicide; how could I have the face to return?"

Facing the humiliation from these old dogs, Qin Yi clearly saw Mo Wuji's fingertips trembling, struggling to endure.

This guy is too unfortunate; is he so unwelcome in the Mo Family?

But, what do they mean by not completely having Mo Family blood? Nan Zaixu did have Mo Family blood, didn't he still get defeated by me?

This Hidden Family is quite proud of their bloodline, aren't they? Ridiculous.

Mo Honghai saw that the Elders had almost finished their humiliation and then gestured for silence before speaking: "Actually, it's not Wuji's fault. That Qin Yi causing so much trouble must have some skills."

"Wuji, you don't need to blame yourself. There's still a chance if you couldn't kill him this time."

"Thank you, Family Head, for your understanding," Mo Wuji said, lowering his head.

"You must be tired from the journey, go rest. In seven days, the Secret Realm opens. We must set off tomorrow, so prepare early."

"Yes, Wuji takes his leave."

After saluting, Mo Wuji led Qin Yi out of the hall.

"Damn, you can endure that?" Qin Yi began to admire Mo Wuji a little.

Mo Wuji gave a bitter smile: "I'm used to it. Besides, the Elders' resentment toward me is all because of my father. How can I, as his son, refute it?"

"Your father? What do you mean?" Qin Yi didn't understand.

"Back then, my father was extraordinarily talented, praised by my grand ancestor as the Mo Family's greatest genius in hundreds of years. If my father were still alive, he would have surely led the Mo Family to suppress other families. However, he met my mother, and eventually, they had me, which led to his depression and death. So, the Elders think it was my mother and I who caused my father's death, stifling the Mo Family's rise."

Qin Yi nodded slightly, so that's it.

Half an hour later, Qin Yi couldn't help but ask: "Where exactly is your place?"

Mo Wuji walked ahead, "Here we are."

Qin Yi stared at the small courtyard before him, stunned for a moment: "Are you sure?"

Mo Wuji gave an awkward smile, "With my status, having a place to stay is already good enough."

The two walked into the courtyard, and Qin Yi looked around. The courtyard only had two rooms and was merely a few dozen square meters. The outhouse they passed earlier was even bigger than this.

However, the courtyard was full of flowers and plants, arranged in an orderly fashion, and it was tidily kept.

Mo Wuji pointed to one of the rooms and said, "For now, Qin Brother will have to put up with it. This is my room, Qin Brother can stay in it, and I'll stay in Ankang's."

"Are you insane?"

Mo Wuji looked at Qin Yi, confused.

"You're the Young Master, I'm the servant. I'm staying in your room? Aren't you afraid others will find out I'm not the real Qin Ankang?"

Mo Wuji slapped his forehead and awkwardly smiled: "Sorry, I completely forgot about that. I was too careless. In that case, I'll have to inconvenience Qin Brother to stay in Ankang's room."

"I'm Qin Ankang; of course, I stay in my own room." Qin Yi said as he stepped forward and pushed the door open. The room was not large, but it was clean and tidy.

Mo Wuji had a serious case of cleanliness, so Qin Ankang naturally wouldn't have left his room in a mess.

"Qin Brother, if you need anything, I'll prepare it for you."

"No need, I'll only be here for a day or two, so there's no need to trouble yourself. Let's go, I want to see what your neat freak's room looks like?"

"Please, Qin Brother,"

The two entered Mo Wuji's room, and as imagined, it was clean and tidy, with each item in a specific place.

The room was mostly filled with books and paintings.

"Are all these painted by you?" Qin Yi asked, pointing at the paintings on the wall.

"Idle work, sorry for the embarrassment, Qin Brother."

"No need for modesty, it's really well done."

"Thank you for the praise, Qin Brother."

"Actually, I don't know anything about painting," Qin Yi laughed.

Mo Wuji felt awkward, so your earlier compliments were just mocking me?

"Although I don't understand painting, these landscapes show you must have a broad mind, as Confucius said, those who paint landscapes are often open-minded people."

Mo Wuji pondered seriously: "Did Confucius say that? Which book is it from? Please enlighten me, Qin Brother."

"You're really pedantic. I made it up; adding Confucius just makes it more convincing."

Mo Wuji: "..."

Qin Yi suddenly pointed at a piece of calligraphy on the wall and curiously asked: "What's this weird habit, why hang the word 'slut' on the wall?"

"Slut?" Mo Wuji was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "Qin Brother, it's read from right to left."

"Ut-Sl? What's that mean?"

"It's supposed to be 'Frank.' Mo Wuji corrected with a wry smile.

"Uh..." Qin Yi was embarrassed, "It's not that I'm uneducated, it's that your handwriting is bad."

Mo Wuji stifled his laughter: "As you say, Qin Brother."

"What's so funny? Go get me some food, I'm starving," Qin Yi said, partly angry and embarrassed.