Chapter 233: Bad Kid, Not Pleasant at All

This ancient city is too vast; the repair of the thousand‑year‑old ruins that have emerged above ground is still ongoing, especially the massive project of building the city walls, and the daily labor costs are a huge expense.

Lin Manzhi grew tired after looking for a while, set down her brush and pinched the spot between her eyebrows, then turned and saw a stack of arm‑high Thin Skin Scrolls on the table, all matters that needed the lord's personal approval.

Her gaze followed the tabletop upward, seeing Mo Lie still busy, his eyes filled with admiration.

She felt dizzy from watching, yet Mo Lie could handle the affairs of such a vast land so orderly—so handsome!

Lin Manzhi tilted her head, realizing that watching a handsome man is a pleasant way to relax.

She saw Mo Lie, head down, diligently handling matters; his profile was sharply defined, a high nose reflecting his long, drooping lashes, as if Nüwa had meticulously crafted his features.

Lin Manzhi, sitting beside him, had her mouth corner lifted high.

At that moment, Hua Zheng rushed into the great hall: "Master, the lord of Ansen City has sent someone! Lord Mo Cang says he wishes to invite you back to Ansen City, saying that the Young Master's position is still yours!"

Lin Manzhi: "??"

What?

She looked bewildered, not knowing why the lord of Ansen City would suddenly send such a message, and absent‑mindedly followed Mo Lie back to Ansen City.

Lin Manzhi had been to Ansen City before; she and Mo Lie were driven from here to a remote tribe.

Mo Lie led tens of thousands of Kuangsha City troops, traveling unimpeded to the lord's residence of Ansen City; Lin Manzhi sat on the carriage frame and saw Lord Mo Cang of Ansen City for the first time.

On the lord's residence wall, a tall elderly man stood amid the crowd, blue eyes, silver hair; he looked down at Mo Lie on the back of a Flower Leopard in the army, his face showing a grateful, kind smile: "Ah Lie…"

He called out like that.

Below the wall, Mo Lie's brows were cold.

The main army stood neatly in front of the lord's residence square; the Flower Leopard and the carriage‑pulling team did not stop, passing through the city gate into the passage. When they entered the residence, Lord Mo Cang was leading the crowd down from the wall.

"The Young Master's position?"

Mo Lie's ice‑blue eyes swirled with danger as he slowly said, "I'm here to claim the lord's seat."

The people of Ansen City, who had been joyful, saw their smiles vanish the instant they heard this, staring at Lord Mo Cang standing ahead; the space fell into a dead‑silent hush.

Mo Cang gently squinted his eyes.

His smile remained, but a massive pressure radiated from him, like a beast fighting for territory releasing its aura, the pressure of an ancient Beastfolk bloodline.

The Flower Leopard could not endure the pressure of the Supernatural Male Beast, its limbs went limp and it knelt, while Mo Lie silently descended from above onto the ground.

The male beasts pulling the carriage also let out muffled groans and fell to the ground.

Lin Manzhi, watching this imminent battle, walked from the window to the doorway, stopped, and peeked outward.

Most of the people outside lay on the ground, only Mo Lie and the Ansen City lord opposite him a short distance away remained.

She could not sense the male beasts' aura in the air.

However, Lord Mo Cang of Ansen City is Mo Lie's father, and he is also an Earth‑type Supernatural Male Beast.

Lin Manzhi began to feel nervous.

Suddenly, the provoked Ansen City lord Mo Cang let out a loud laugh, instantly shattering the terrifying atmosphere.

In this moment, amid the silent clash of male beasts' pheromones, he clearly realized he was no match for Mo Lie, let alone Mo Chi.

Mo Cang smiled, looking at his tall, handsome son opposite him with satisfaction, and said, "The contest for lordship has always been that the stronger becomes the next lord. I have now entered the Cang Elder stage; Mo Chi is still young, and Ansen City is destined to be yours."

After Mo Lie seized Kuangsha City and inherited Ansen City, he would become the lord with the largest domain, making An Sen Da Lu the world's biggest territory.

"My bloodline, welcome back." Mo Cang smiled, spreading his arms, like a father welcoming a son returning from abroad.

Caught off guard by the unexpected turn, Mo Lie was stunned.

In a few short seconds, after he figured out what Mo Cang wanted, his face returned to indifference: "So you're admitting defeat? Willingly relinquishing the lordship of Ansen City now?"

Mo Cang, without changing expression, nodded: "Yes, I will pass the lordship of Ansen City to you."

In fact, having entered the Cang Elder stage, his life was already nearing its end. He had previously noticed, by chance, that Mo Chi was scheming in secret, and also became aware of Mo Lie's affairs in Kuangsha City.

Facing the powerful Mo Lie, who returned with a grudge, Mo Cang did not think his opponent would show him mercy, so it was better to hand down the position early; after all, some things could not be changed.

Mo Lie's bloodline originates from him.

He is Mo Lie's father beast.

He also had a selfish motive, wanting to preserve his other bloodline.

Mo Lie: "……"

He had thought it would be a war, but the opponent surrendered far too quickly.

Lin Manzhi, hearing their father‑son conversation from the carriage frame, finally let go of the anxiety that had lingered for days, patting her heart that was pounding.

So, this continent is going to belong to Mo Lie?!!

After Mo Cang's words, the Beastfolk of Ansen City bowed to Mo Lie, shouting in unison, "Congratulations to the new lord Mo Lie on his return…"

In a corner of the lord's residence.

"No… why! The lordship is mine! Ansen City is mine!" Mo Chi shouted in terror, but his legs wouldn't dare step forward; he couldn't bring himself to rush in front of Mo Lie to say that.

Lacking the courage inside, he had always lived under the awe of his half‑brother's reputation; now, seeing Mo Lie again, the fierce resolve he once boasted vanished completely.

With a crack, the finely carved wooden rail he was gripping snapped; the already frightened Mo Chi was startled immensely, uncontrollably beast‑transforming and leaping several meters high, jumping from his hiding spot in the wall corner to the crowd.

Seeing a black leopard the size of her waist leap out, Lin Manzhi's eyes widened: "…Wow."

Mo Lie glanced over casually, his eyes showing no emotion, no intent to exterminate, nor any sudden brotherly awakening.

Just that calmly, watching the little black leopard that had sprung out.

In everyone's gaze, the black leopard turned into a little brat; he darted behind Mo Cang, sneaking a vicious glare at Mo Lie, his childish voice carrying an unlovely grim tone: "You only became lord because you're older than me; wait for me—when I grow up I'll kill you and take it back…"

"Ugh…" The rest of Mo Chi's words were silenced as Mo Cang covered his mouth with his hand.

Mo Lie's expression remained indifferent, unmoved.

Hearing Mo Chi's words, the fondness Lin Manzhi felt faded away.

Bad kid, not pleasant at all.