Live-in Son-in-law

Everyone was shocked.

One was the leading figure of the young generation of the Mo Family, the top strongman, Mo Tianhao.

The other was the well-known waste of the Mo Family, Mo Wuji.

And the result? The identities of the genius and the waste swapped in an instant, how could this not be astonishing?

"Mo Tianwei, my patience is running thin. If you don't apologize to my parents, I will personally kill you," Mo Wuji said in a deep voice.

Mo Tianhao's eyes were cloudy, his face twisted; he never expected to be injured by this waste Mo Wuji.

"Brother Fang, weren't you just about to kill this bastard? Let's join forces now and kill him together, and I will owe you a favor." In order to kill Mo Wuji, Mo Tianhao was willing to lose face.

Fang Ran himself was willing; Mo Tianhao couldn't defeat Mo Wuji, and he estimated he couldn't either. If the two of them went together, they could kill Mo Wuji and earn a favor; it was a win-win. Why not?

"Since Mo Shao kindly invited me, I won't be polite."

Fang Ran drew his sword forward, his face fierce.

Mo Wuji's expression turned serious, but he wasn't afraid because he knew Qin Yi was around. With Qin Yi there, not to mention Mo Tianhao and Fang Ran joining forces, even if everyone went together, they would not be threats.

However, doing so might disrupt Qin Yi's original plan.

"This is a matter of the Mo Family, it's better for Master Fang not to get involved," Bai Jingqing said calmly.

Everyone was stunned, not expecting Bai Jingqing to speak up for Mo Wuji at this moment.

"Junior Sister Bai, what do you mean by this?" Mo Tianhao's eyes were cold, full of jealousy.

He had long suspected that Bai Jingqing had something with Mo Wuji, and now Bai Jingqing directly helped Mo Wuji, which seemed to confirm his suspicion.

Bai Jingqing was his; why should Mo Wuji, this waste, have her? Jealousy made Mo Tianhao's face fierce and twisted, extremely horrifying.

Bai Jingqing replied indifferently, "Does it mean anything? It's just that the two of you are the faces of the Mo Family and the Fang Family. Two against one, isn't that bad for your reputations if word gets out?"

"Nonsense, you are clearly helping this bastard. I've noticed you two are suspicious. Speak, are you two having an affair?" Mo Tianhao roared with a ferocious face.

Bai Jingqing's pretty face was full of anger, "Even if there is or isn't, what is it to you?"

"Junior Sister Bai, don't you know I've always loved you? Do you think this is fair to me?"

Bai Jingqing laughed in extreme anger, "Mo Tianhao, don't be ridiculous. Just because you like me, I have to like you? What kind of logic is that? Who I, Bai Jingqing, like is my own business, do I have to report to you?"

"Master Fang, if you dare to strike today, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Fang Ran's face changed dramatically, and he sneered, "Fairy Bai, you are the Holy Daughter of Baihua Pavilion; why stoop to liking such an impure-blooded bastard, a waste?"

"Waste? What right do you have to call him a waste? Fang Ran, if you have the guts to fight Mo Wuji one-on-one, it's not too late to call him a waste if you win, dare you?"

"You keep calling others waste, little do you know that you yourself are the biggest waste."

Mo Wuji was moved; after his parents were gone, throughout growing up, only Junior Sister Bai protected him, and it was the same now as it was back then.

Fang Ran's gaze was sinister; Mo Wuji could injure Mo Tianhao, whose cultivation was definitely higher than theirs. He feared he himself was not a match either, but not wanting to lose face, he said arrogantly, "Mo Wuji, do you dare to fight me? Life or death does not matter."

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Mo Wuji agreed directly, confident that his cultivation was on par with anyone present.

Fang Ran gritted his teeth suddenly, his face looking extremely ugly. He thought Mo Wuji would be afraid of the life-and-death condition, but the other party wasn't. This put him in a difficult spot.

"Mo Tianwei, I'll deal with you later." Mo Wuji glanced coldly at the other party, then turned to look at Fang Ran, opening the folding fan in his hand with a swish, "Master Fang, please."

Fang Ran was in a dilemma. He didn't want to fight Mo Wuji; this guy could injure Mo Tianhao, making him very apprehensive. Besides, Mo Wuji was merely a waste in everyone's mouths; winning wouldn't gain fame, losing would bring shame. Win or lose, he wouldn't benefit.

But he didn't want to lose face either, he represented the Fang Family, not just himself. So he had to brace himself.

"Everyone, let's talk it over," Nancheng Fei suddenly spoke up.

"Everyone, don't forget our task this time. Internal strife will only consume our strength. The place on the treasure map must have many unknown dangers, and with each death or injury, our chances of obtaining the treasure decrease."

"The treasure is our common goal, so anything should wait until we have it. Anyone causing trouble now is cutting off our opportunities and going against us."

"Moreover, bringing back the treasure was specifically instructed by the elders of each family. Whoever ruins this big event might find it hard to explain to their family when they get out, right?"

Swish!

Fang Ran sheathed his longsword, as Nancheng Fei's words gave him a way out.

"Young Master Nan is right, we must prioritize the bigger picture." Fang Ran looked at Mo Wuji, giving a sinister smile, "I'll spare you this time; let's talk after we get the treasure."

"I'll be waiting," Mo Wuji responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Mo Wuji turned to Mo Tianwei, "Apologize or die, your choice?"

"Mo Wuji, do you want to ruin a big event? You're making an enemy of everyone," Mo Tianwei said in a thick and cowardly voice.

"You don't represent everyone. Someone like you, who can't accomplish anything but ruin things, whether you're here or not doesn't make a difference. As for the greater good, that's just your greater good. I didn't know about a treasure when I came in. Today, if you don't apologize, I'll kill you, and I will make sure it happens."

"Mo Wuji, Tianwei is part of our Mo Family's main line. Don't push your luck. You gain nothing from this; aren't you afraid of being punished by the elders if you continue this outside?" Mo Tianhao snarled.

Mo Wuji sneered, "Punishment? Haven't I been punished enough by the Mo Family since I was young? Insulting my parents, if I don't seek justice for them even in death, I fail as a son. Today, if he doesn't apologize, no one can save him."

"Do you dare?"

"See if I dare."

Swish!

Mo Wuji suddenly dashed at Mo Tianwei, raising a hand to strike, the Palm Wind howling like a rolling thunder.

"Brother, save me..." Mo Tianwei cried out in fear.

Mo Tianhao roared in anger, raising a hand to strike, his Palm Wind clashed with Mo Wuji's strength, exploding with a boom, sweeping into a storm, cracking the ground, and blowing Mo Tianwei several meters away, spewing blood.

"Mo Tianhao, you can't stop me, nor can you save him." Mo Wuji said calmly.

Nancheng Fei stepped forward, "Young Master Mo, for the bigger picture, just let Tianwei apologize."