Chapter 320: Identity

Mo Hua was shaken, at a loss for words.

Qian's ancestral elder's secret was discovered by Qian Xing; he did not wish to kill this great-grandson, yet feared he would leak it, so he told him some truths, intending to groom Qian Xing as the next head of the Qian family.

A Qian family head who viewed others as pigs, dogs, and cattle.

After speaking, Qian Xing suddenly looked terrified: "Mo Hua, save me!"

Why hasn't the ancestral elder aged, yet pretends to be frail and senile?

Why kill someone, then send the body to feed pigs?

Why warn him not to speak of it, and even for an instant, feel the urge to kill this great-grandson?

Qian Xing did not know, dared not ask, and dared not investigate—but he knew there must be some unspeakable secret behind it all.

He didn't know, but Mo Hua must know!

Since Mo Hua knows, he must have a way.

Zhang Lan found it unbelievable.

Yang Jiyong shook his head: "Yes, yes, the aura matches."

"What did he do to Cha Ke?" Zhang Lan asked again.

"That's strange," Zhang Lan puzzled. "Qian Xing of the Qian family definitely went to the Pill Chamber, ate the Longevity Pill—he must be a core member of Great Baishan. His identity is certainly a watch. Yet now, all seven leaders are me."

"The junior leader… can't possibly be… the Qian family's junior elder!"

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened slightly: "Before this, I had already considered it—his Qian Xing would come looking for trouble."

At this point, I have no other option.

Mo Hua was startled: "The Qian family's junior elder isn't…"

We must first knock him out, then over the next few days, find a way to deal with Qian's Cha Ke!

Even if he doesn't die, the Qian family will have no place for him.

The ancestral elder staggered and collapsed.

"Pretend?" Qian Xing froze, then frantically shook his head: "No, I'm too nervous—the ancestral elder will see through me. I can't fool him!"

The parlor fell silent for a moment.

Then he returned to Xiancheng, found Yang Jiyong, and had Yang Jiyong secretly summon a few people—things were urgent, he had important matters to discuss.

"In the next seven days, we must find a way to eliminate Qian Xing of the Qian family!" Mo Hua declared firmly.

Mo Hua continued: "You came looking for trouble, though ignorant of heaven and earth, it's understandable; you overestimated yourself, you're no match for me, that's also understandable; I knocked you out, you're unconscious—naturally, some will believe what you said, and others will know what I know, that too is understandable…"

"Come on, hit me hard, knock me out longer—I don't want to know anything!"

Cha Ke was confused: "What is he trying to do? Qian Xing's cultivation is weak—he's not someone I can handle."

Yang Jiyong nodded: "Two hundred years ago, the Qian family's junior elder—who was said to have died in Shenshan!"

"Don't tell me! Don't you dare tell me!"

Everyone exchanged glances, at a loss for words.

Zhang Lan pondered for a moment, glanced at Cha Ke Shan: "What does the Dao Ting Si say?"

Qian Xing of the Qian family clearly had ties to Great Baishan, yet none of Great Baishan's members matched his identity.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then asked curiously: "Is the head of Great Baishan necessarily the junior leader?"

Everyone's spirits trembled!

Mo Hua struck him a few more blows to ensure he wouldn't die, but would remain unconscious for several days.

Mo Hua said: "Technically, isn't the head of a mountain stronghold called 'zhai zhu'?"

"Then what did he want from you?"

Mo Hua smiled warmly: "As long as you say nothing, no one will know what you said."

"Alone?"

Mo Hua was silent: "No."

Everyone wore solemn expressions, all eyes on Mo Hua, waiting to hear what he would say.

"What does that mean…"

He's so young, suffered the greatest loss—he's learned things he shouldn't know.

"Why would he tell you all this?"

This was also the best solution Mo Hua had thought of.

A hidden, unknown, bloodline-bound darkness within the Qian family!

"Cha Ke told me," Mo Hua said.

Yang Jiyong didn't understand, but still followed Mo Hua's instructions and gave the order.

"Pretend you know nothing."

"You knocked me out."

Zhang Lan thought silently: Who knows what he might do?

The ancestral elder cannot be killed—killing him would make things difficult for Dao Ting Si, impossible to explain to the Qian family, and would surely alarm the enemy.

Mo Hua modestly said: "Not bad."

"And before that?" the ancestral elder remained uneasy.

"Junior elder?" Mo Hua looked at Yang Jiyong with confusion.

"That's it?"

Cha Ke was about to nod, then suddenly realized, his face filled with terror:

Mo Hua's expression was calm: "I'm not like that either…"

Letting him go is even less likely.

Mo Hua watched me silently. "Does he want to know?"

Zhang Lan exclaimed, "He's become that powerful now?"

Mo Hua said, "That's a long story. Anyway, while I was unconscious, you couldn't strike first. Wait until I wake up—only then, when Qian family's Cha Ke detects something, can you act."

Cha Ke's pupils shrank slightly; her expression turned shocked.

Soon after, Zhang Lan of Dao Ting Si, Elder Yu of Dao Bing Si, and my father Mo Shan met outside Yang Jiyong's parlor.

Mo Hua extended his spiritual sense and found no other cultivators nearby, then lowered his voice.

Mo Hua said, "Then don't pretend—just pass out."

Yang Jiyong froze. "You mean…"

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing, then suddenly said:

"Aren't you the young master of Shanzhai?"

Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Yu pondered. "I believe Mo Hua, but if we're to mobilize Dao Bing, we still need concrete proof."

The Ancestor tugged at his mouth. "How long will he be unconscious?"

Zhang Lan's expression changed drastically. "How did he know?"

Zhang Lan frowned. "If Cha Ke is the stronghold leader, then who is the young master?"

For a moment, everyone felt a thick cloud of suspicion.

If this is true, then Shanzhai isn't another branch of the Qian family at all!

The Ancestor blinked slightly.

"Eight or seven days. Then wake up, pretend you're still insane, and lock yourself away—no need to show your face." Mo Hua instructed.

Zhang Lan thought he'd misheard. "Cha Ke was knocked out by him? What does that have to do with him wanting to kill Qian Xing of the Qian family?"

Mo Hua released a firework. Soon after, hunters arrived and saw the ground littered with fallen Qian family cultivators; their expressions froze.

Zhang Lan jumped. "Did he kill him?"

Zhang Lan exhaled in relief. "You looked so calm—I thought you'd killed the Ancestor and came to us to clean up the mess…"

"The Ancestor came looking for trouble…"

Cha Ke leaned her head toward Mo Hua's face and said stubbornly:

"Good!" The Ancestor nodded vigorously.

"The Ancestor will probably be unconscious for eight or seven days."

Mo Hua wasn't polite—he raised the Thousand-Jun Club and, with a clang, struck the Ancestor on the head.

Zhang Lan nodded.

Yang Jiyong suddenly remembered something and stood up abruptly. "Young Master…"

Mo Hua explained the situation and asked several hunter uncles to return those men to the Qian family.

His intentions couldn't possibly hide from Qian Xing of the Qian family. When he spoke, Mo Hua would know what he said—and Qian Xing would easily guess.

He didn't want to eat that defeat a seventh time.

He'd been defeated by Mo Hua many times—he knew Mo Hua was clever and hard to deal with. In other words, Mo Hua could also help him!

Mo Shan frowned. "There's another problem: what is Qian Xing of the Qian family's true role in Shanzhai?"

As the stronghold leader, Cha Ke wouldn't appoint someone with no connection as young master to lead the stronghold on the surface.

There aren't many people, but every faction has them.

Zhang Lan nodded. "If we can't clarify his identity, even if we capture him, we can't convict him."

Mo Hua pointed at the surrounding Qian family disciples. "Are they just unconscious?"

If the Ancestor finds out he revealed these things, he'll be dead for sure!

Mo Hua said: "Qian Xing of the Qian family once killed a cultivator and brought the corpse to Shanzhai, feeding it to the pig in the alchemy room."

"Seven or seven Qian family disciples were also injured by me," Mo Hua said.