Chapter 578 - 575: Fair and Tender Mo Qi

A shattered Life Jade Token appeared in Gu Weitian’s hand.

It recorded the state of Gu Zetao’s life.

Shattered meant death.

Gu Zetao was Gu Weitian’s own nephew. Gu Weitian was consumed by the Martial Dao and power, so he had never taken a partner and naturally had no heirs.

So, he treated Gu Zetao like his own son, intent on grooming him to be his successor.

Although the theft of Gu Lele’s Talent Bloodline was masterminded by Gu Zetao’s grandfather, Gu Weitian was the one supporting it from behind the scenes.

It was also Gu Weitian who had accidentally discovered that Gu Lele possessed a Talent Bloodline in the first place.

He had high expectations for Gu Zetao, which was why at this critical juncture he didn’t hesitate to spend a huge sum to buy a spot for him, so that his bloodline issue could be resolved.

Who could have imagined that what was supposed to be a joyous event had now turned into a tragedy.

"It must have been Mo Qi!" Gu Weitian said with absolute certainty.

Qin Hai and the other two exchanged a look. "What makes you say that?"

Gu Weitian, of course, wasn’t about to mention plundering Gu Lele’s bloodline. But he knew in his heart that, based on the timing, Gu Zetao should have been enjoying a meal at Mo Qi’s restaurant at this very moment.

And to be able to kill someone in Mo Qi’s restaurant, besides Elder Ku Mu, the only other person was probably Mo Qi himself.

Gu Weitian was certain Gu Zetao wouldn’t be foolish enough to provoke Elder Ku Mu, so the only explanation was that Mo Qi had killed him.

The reason was also easy to guess: Mo Qi was standing up for Gu Peng and Gu Lele.

"Who else could it be? Mo Qi, you’ve gone too far!"

Originally, among the four of them, Gu Weitian had the least conflict with Mo Qi. Especially after Mo Qi’s Medicinal Cuisine had solved his bloodline fusion problem, he had even entertained the thought of reconciling with Mo Qi.

But now, he wanted to kill Mo Qi more than anyone.

"Qin Hai, accelerate your plan!" Gu Weitian had not lost his reason. He knew that if he wanted to successfully kill Mo Qi, he still had to rely on Qin Hai’s plan.

’But before that, I can make Mo Qi pay a small price first!’

Qin Hai nodded without saying much.

That night, He Jincheng, Feng Gong, and Gu Weitian transformed into Shadow Demons and split up, melting into the darkness.

They concealed their auras with all their might, weaving through the territories of a dozen powerful families at their fastest speed.

Because their stays were extremely brief, and the three of them had made thorough preparations, they were not discovered.

These dozen or so powers had one thing in common: they all had exceptionally talented scions who had previously purchased private custom services at Mo Qi’s restaurant.

Qin Hai, however, acted alone. He tore open space and arrived in a desolate void.

Here stood a grim, massive stone altar. Vicious winds swirled around it, emitting sounds like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

Around the altar stood four statues of ferocious-looking Exotic Beasts, each one a thousand feet tall, radiating an overwhelming aura.

Qin Hai kept his head down, not daring to look at the four statues.

He hurried to the base of the altar, slit his wrist, and dripped his blood onto its foundation.

RUMBLE!

With a tremendous roar, the altar began to tremble. The four statues abruptly opened their eyes, which blazed with a brilliant light.

A hopelessly powerful aura emanated from the statues, instantly crushing Qin Hai to the ground.

Before this aura, Qin Hai, who possessed an Immortal Level Cultivation, was like a fleck of duckweed on the ocean—tiny and fragile.

Qin Hai hastily stanched the wound on his wrist, stopping the flow of blood.

Deprived of the blood offering, the altar quickly quieted down. The light and the immense presence vanished in an instant, and the four statues returned to normal, as if nothing had just happened.

Seeing this, Qin Hai scrambled to his feet and left without a second thought or a backward glance.

At the very moment the altar trembled and the statues opened their eyes, far away in Uncle Niu’s Kitchen God restaurant, Elder Ku Mu stopped drinking and furrowed his brow.

With a flicker, his form appeared directly inside Mo Qi’s room.

Mo Qi was comfortably soaking in a bath, his hands clasped behind his head as he leaned against the tub. He was reminiscing about the good times he’d had with Niu Kexin and Liu Ruyan when an old face suddenly appeared before him. The shock nearly made him unleash his power and draw upon the last of his Power of the Dragon Vein.

K-KRAACK!

Although Mo Qi managed to pull back in time, the immense force still shattered the bathtub, and bathwater spilled all over the floor.

"HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT! What the hell are you doing, old man?" Mo Qi snatched a nearby towel, clamped his legs together, and held it to cover his privates, front and back, staring warily at Elder Ku Mu.

Seeing Mo Qi’s pose, a muscle in Elder Ku Mu’s face twitched violently.

’What in the world is going on in this brat’s head?!’

"I have urgent business to attend to. I must leave for a while."

Mo Qi was completely baffled. ’Leaving? Fine, go ahead and leave! But is that any reason to barge into my room and peep at me while I’m bathing?’

"Things haven’t been very peaceful lately. You should be careful." Elder Ku Mu rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with Mo Qi. With that, he left.

Mo Qi fell into deep thought. The fact that Elder Ku Mu had come to warn him meant he definitely knew something.

’I just don’t know why he wouldn’t say it outright.’

’Then again, what could have happened to make that old coot leave in such a hurry?’

CRASH!

Just as Mo Qi was pondering, the door to his room was violently smashed open.

"Master, what happened? Are you alright? You..." Hearing the commotion, Xiao Zhang rushed in shouting, only to be petrified on the spot.

Mo Qi was still in the same pose: holding a towel, legs clamped together, completely naked.

He instinctively looked up.

Their eyes met for a moment, and the scene became incredibly awkward.

Xiao Zhang was thinking: ’Who am I? Where am I? What time is it? My Master has... this kind of fetish? Am I going to be silenced?’

Mo Qi was thinking: ’Looks like I really need to improve the privacy in this room!’

Just then, the Pig Emperor and Scab Chicken also heard the noise and came running over.

"What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Mo the kid, what are you...?"

"Little Master, don’t panic! This Chicken Ancestor has come to the rescue... res... HOLY CRAP!"

The pig and the chicken stood with their mouths agape, their faces frozen in a stupor.

’Is that a pose? How... unique!’

"SCRAM!" Mo Qi couldn’t take it anymore and roared in anger.

As if granted amnesty, Xiao Zhang was the first to bolt out of the room. The Pig Emperor and Scab Chicken shrank their necks and scurried out after him.

Mo Qi immediately dug out some clothes to put on, but the voices of the Pig Emperor and Scab Chicken drifted to his ears.

"Brother Pig, I never would’ve guessed. The Little Master’s skin is so fair and delicate."

"Tch, you’re so naive. Let This Emperor tell you, Mo the kid’s ass is what you’d call truly pale. Let me tell you, back in the day, This Emperor was the one who put in the hard work to help him lose his virginity. You want details? No problem, just listen as This Emperor slowly tells the tale..."

"..." A vein throbbed on Mo Qi’s forehead. He roared at the top of his lungs to the floor below, "Xiao Zhang, go sharpen the knives, boil some water, and get a basin ready! We’re slaughtering a pig for dinner tonight!"

The Pig Emperor’s "speech" came to an abrupt halt.

Scab Chicken shivered in fear. "..."

"No, wait! Mo the kid, This Emperor was wrong! This Emperor won’t say another word, okay?!"