Chapter 207: 206 What has it got to do with me? (Third Watch)

The elderly Madame Mo looked at the young girl approaching and, with a pair of profound, kind eyes, scrutinized Chu Jin from head to toe.

The girl before her had black hair like ink, and features like a painting. This obedient appearance of hers was truly too precious.

Then, her gaze fell upon the Blood Jade Bracelet on her wrist, and she nodded in satisfaction, the tender color in her eyes almost spilling over.

"Jin," Aunt Tong stood up and took Chu Jin’s hand, "come, let’s sit here,"

Aunt Tong directly pressed Chu Jin to sit beside the elderly Madame Mo.

"So you’re Jin," Madame Mo cheerily took Chu Jin’s hand, her face full of affection, "Zhixuan has finally brought you back. Look at this tender face, it could almost be pinched and yield water..."

Chu Jin’s face turned slightly red; she had to admit, this elderly Madame Mo was nothing like what she had imagined.

In her impression, the matrons of such distinguished households were both rigid and serious—how come Madame Mo’s demeanor was somewhat... off track?

Aunt Tong quickly peeled an imperial tangerine and handed it to Chu Jin, "Jin, don’t be reserved. Pretend this is your own home; we are all family here."

"Thank you, Aunt Tong," Chu Jin took the tangerine, peeled half into her mouth, and thanked her politely.

"This child, no need to be so polite with Aunt Tong," Aunt Tong said with mild reproach.

"Qingyi," Madame Mo glanced at Mo Qingyi, "don’t just stand there foolishly, quickly pour a cup of water for your sister-in-law.

"Oh, alright, Mom." Mo Qingyi’s expression still looked somewhat gloomy, not having fully recovered from the shocking news of Jin transitioning from brother to sister-in-law.

Sister-in-law equals curse plus short life.

She didn’t want Jin to become someone with a short life... Ahh...

In fact, pouring water was a task that could have been delegated to a servant, but Madame Mo had Mo Qingyi do it solely as a show for the others in the room.

She wanted everyone to know that she was very fond of this daughter-in-law; it was another way to announce Chu Jin’s identity to everyone present.

Indeed, as soon as these words fell, the other servants in the room looked at Chu Jin with more respect and bent their heads even lower.

**

In the study.

"Ninth Brother, the Clan Leader wants you to return and take charge of the big picture sooner," Jia Zhuo glanced at Mo Zhixuan and continued, "Ever since you left, both the Ancient Martial Arts World and the Underworld have been eyeing our Superpower World rapaciously, they could invade us at any moment..."

Moreover, she had just seen the Underworld’s Prince, Gan Mingxie, in the Mo family’s living room, which was not a good omen.

In normal circumstances, why would Gan Mingxie appear at the Mo family?

Jia Zhuo gave a slight chuckle, then seemingly offhandedly said, "Ninth Brother, I just saw Gan Mingxie in the living room. What did he come to see you for?"

They weren’t concerned about either the Ancient Martial Arts World or the Underworld on their own, but if these two joined forces, then when the time came, with impending war and two powers combined into one force,

the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I’m an old acquaintance of his, why do you ask?"

"I just think that, at this time, for you, Ninth Brother, to associate with people from the Underworld is not wise," Jia Zhuo continued, "Ninth Brother, I hope you can come back to the Superpower World with me now."

Mo Zhixuan, while picking up a brush from the desk and practicing calligraphy, didn’t lift his head and said, "You came... just for this?"

His low voice betrayed no particular emotion.

Neither annoyance nor anger, not a trace could be found.

His voice was as tranquil as a placid, ripple-free lake.

"Yes," Jia Zhuo was undeterred by Mo Zhixuan’s demeanor and persisted, "Ninth Brother, I hope you can come back with me this time, to assume your rightful place at the succession ceremony, to ascend to the throne!"

The most supreme position in the Superpower World was probably unattainable by anyone other than the man before him.

Only with him firmly in that position would the lesser realms dare not transgress lightly.

As long as he was absent from the Superpower World, the hearts of its people would not be at peace.

Within Mo Zhixuan’s downcast phoenix eyes, there still was no disturbance as he wrote and drew on the rice paper with great focus, "Jia Zhuo, do you really think I will return?"

If he had wanted to go back, he would have returned with Zhou Xunian when he came.

There was no need to delay until today.

That position might be supremely exalted in the eyes of others, but to him, it was completely worthless.

"Ninth Brother," Jia Zhuo looked at Mo Zhixuan with a pained expression, "are you truly going to be so heartless? Will you really disregard the life and death of the Superpower World?"

As soon as Jia Zhuo’s words fell, as if it were timed, Mo Zhixuan had just finished writing and lifted his gaze to look at Jia Zhuo, his tone icy and heartless, "What does the life and death of the Superpower World have to do with me?"

On the originally pristine rice paper, there now appeared a character for ’calm’, grand and majestic, as if a dragon soaring through the skies.

His calligraphy was hearty and bold, with the flourish of a dragon or snake, ink spreading with a proud posture, the strokes strong and unrestrained, bound by nothing, even completing each line in a single stroke, carrying a hint of a cool aura.

Just like his entire being, noble and detached, born with the aura of a ruler.

Hearing this, Jia Zhuo uncontrollably stepped back two paces, her complexion turning somewhat pale, "Ninth Brother, after all, the Superpower World is your homeland, you can’t just watch, with your eyes wide open, as it gets divided by other forces!"

The corners of Mo Zhixuan’s mouth curled up with an arc devoid of warmth as he looked at Jia Zhuo and slowly articulated, "Why can’t I?"

His deep, phoenix-like eyes held not even a trace of warmth.

The features on his face seemed to be cloaked in a layer of deep frost, sending shivers down one’s spine, making it hard to breathe.

"Ninth Brother, you..." Jia Zhuo looked at the Mo Zhixuan before her, feeling her blood run cold, her disbelief evident, "Ninth Brother, you’re joking, right?"

The Ninth Brother she remembered wasn’t such a cold-hearted person.

The Ninth Brother she remembered would give up everything for the Superpower World!

The Ninth Brother she remembered, for the sake of the Superpower World, once slaughtered an entire city by himself!

Ninth Brother is the faith in the hearts of everyone in the Superpower World!

Now, this faith has completely given up on the Superpower World. What path should they take from now on?

"A joke?" Mo Zhixuan’s mouth lifted in a mocking curve, "Do you think, the event that happened seventeen years ago was a joke as well?"

"The event that happened seventeen years ago?" Jia Zhuo, as if grasping some pivotal point, looked up at Mo Zhixuan, "Ninth Brother, can’t you be magnanimous and forget about that incident? Moreover, I had no knowledge of that incident at the time. If I had..."

"It’s precisely because you were unaware," Mo Zhixuan interrupted her directly, "that you can stand before me now unharmed. The Clan Leader is indeed smart, knowing to push you younger ones to the forefront."

Mo Zhixuan’s stance was very firm.

It seemed there was no longer room for turning things around.

However, Jia Zhuo hadn’t completely given up; she understood Ninth Brother very well, knowing that in his bones he carried a proud blood that couldn’t tolerate betrayal or defamation from anyone.

For the Superpower World that had raised him, he surely wouldn’t give up on it so easily.

This matter required patience, and she believed that, one day, Ninth Brother would follow her back to the Superpower World.

"Ninth Brother, I’ve heard, is Sister Chuyi also here with you?" When persuasion proved ineffectual, Jia Zhuo could only steer the conversation towards Zheng Chuyi.

After all, Zheng Chuyi was someone who had once been engaged to Ninth Brother and had deeply loved him.

Perhaps, by leveraging Zheng Chuyi, she could convince Ninth Brother to return to the Superpower World.

She never took that lowly commoner she had just met seriously; a person of such lowly bloodline was utterly unworthy of Ninth Brother.

Even if Ninth Brother was momentarily muddled and married that commoner in this ordinary world, she couldn’t be brought back to the Superpower World.

In the Superpower World, only the destined girl possessing the Bloodline of Fire Bathing is worthy of Ninth Brother.

How could the Superpower World tolerate a mere commoner becoming the mother of an entire world?

"Yes, she’s here. Since you’ve come, when you return, take her back to the Superpower World as well," Mo Zhixuan’s tone was indifferent, as if speaking of an irrelevant person.

Were it not for the sake of Zheng Zilong, Zheng Chuyi would have been expelled from the Mo family long ago.

If it wasn’t for that, how could Zheng Chuyi have stayed unharmed in the Mo family until today?

As long as Zheng Chuyi stayed in this ordinary world for a day, he had the obligation to ensure her safety.

It was a duty.

A duty owed to someone who had passed away.

"No," Jia Zhuo shook her head, "I can’t go back yet."

Without completing the mission tasked by the Clan Leader, she couldn’t return.

"Right," Jia Zhuo continued, "Ninth Brother, what’s the deal with that commoner just now?"

Jia Zhuo asked knowing the answer.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce her to you. She is my fiancée and your future sister-in-law," Mo Zhixuan said matter-of-factly, without a hint of jest in his words.

"Sister-in-law?" Jia Zhuo frowned slightly, "Ninth Brother, you must be confused. How can a mere commoner bear the title of my sister-in-law? Moreover, Sister Chuyi is living here now. Aren’t you afraid of hurting Sister Chuyi’s feelings by bringing this commoner home so openly? What place does this leave for Sister Chuyi?"

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