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"Creak."
No one knew how much time had passed when Mo Yu finally ended his closed-door cultivation and retracted his aura. At that moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Lei Fei'er walked in with a radiant smile. Under the sunlight, her graceful figure was exceptionally captivating.
"Oh? Such a powerful aura. Congratulations, husband—your strength has advanced again," Lei Fei'er said with a soft laugh, her expression briefly showing surprise as she sensed the terrifying energy emanating from Mo Yu.
She wasn't sure exactly how much Mo Yu's strength had improved over the past few days, but from what she could perceive, his power now seemed to rival that of the old monsters within the clan.
Seeing Lei Fei'er's astonished yet delighted smile, Mo Yu reached out and gently stroked her silky hair before responding with a slight smile of his own.
Indeed, his strength had undergone a significant breakthrough during this period. By absorbing the feedback power of the Divine Wood Gang Thunder, his cultivation had surged from Six-Star Dou Sheng to Seven-Star Dou Sheng.
With such strength, he was nearly on par with the Four Demon Saints of the Hun Clan. If he were to face Hun Sha again now, he would undoubtedly beat him to a pulp.
Besides that, Mo Yu had also taken the opportunity to nurture two powerful Thunder Souls—the Evil Wind Fierce Thunder, ranked fifth on the Thunder Soul List, and the Dark Abyssal Water Thunder, ranked ninth—both of which had now reached their peak state. Except for the number one thunder on the list, he had effectively secured all the others.
A Thunder Orb fused with twelve Thunder Souls—even a Nine-Star Dou Sheng would have a hard time dealing with that.
"Husband, Father and Brother have already arrived at the Gu Clan. Father asked you to come over once you left seclusion," Lei Fei'er informed him.
"Oh? So they've finally arrived," Mo Yu raised an eyebrow before nodding.
His current identity was no longer that of a lone cultivator. Behind him stood Yuan Manor, a powerful faction in the Central Plains. Even the ancient clans, with their deep-rooted heritage, would not easily overlook its presence.
Having decided to set off for the Gu Clan, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er wasted no time. After leaving word with their clan, they immediately departed for the Eastern Region.
With their speed, they arrived at the Ancient Sacred City, the Gu Clan's stronghold in the Eastern Region, in less than half a day.
As they approached, an elder of the Gu Clan—who had evidently been informed beforehand—personally came out to welcome them with respect, drawing the attention of many onlookers. Under the astonished gazes of passersby, Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er were ushered into the city.
Led by the elder, they swiftly entered the Ancient Realm through the VIP passage.
Recently, the Gu Clan had been bustling with activity. The arrival of the Yan and Lei Patriachs was a significant event, even for the Gu Clan, and they had arranged a grand reception, giving both clan leaders due honor.
By the time Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er arrived outside the main hall, the place was already packed with people, creating a lively atmosphere.
Powerful auras filled the grand hall, causing Mo Yu to slightly raise his eyebrows.
"That man seated to the left is Yan Jin, the Yan Clan Patriach," Lei Fei'er whispered as they discreetly entered and found a secluded spot.
Mo Yu followed her gaze and saw a middle-aged man clad in crimson robes, seated in an elevated position.
The man appeared to be in his forties, with rugged features and fiery-red eyebrows that resembled burning flames. Most strikingly, his eyes were also entirely red, resembling two fire-imbued gemstones. Even as he scanned the room, the air itself seemed to heat up.
"His aura is restrained and flawless… he's no weaker than Uncle Lei," Mo Yu murmured with a serious expression.
This man was yet another formidable Eight-Star Dou Sheng!
"Don't be fooled by his youthful appearance—he's actually lived for countless years," Lei Fei'er chuckled softly. "Husband, Yan Jin's control over fire is unparalleled.
According to my father, he possesses two types of Heavenly Flames—Fire Mountain Rock Flame, ranked seventeenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, and Nine Serene Golden Ancestor Flame, ranked seventh."
"Hmm…" Mo Yu nodded slightly. Clearly, he was already well aware of this intelligence.
Seeing that Mo Yu was unfazed, Lei Fei'er was momentarily surprised. Then, as her gaze shifted to the other side of the hall, a look of joy flashed across her face.
Following her gaze, Mo Yu saw a towering, dark-skinned man seated upright. His muscular frame exuded overwhelming power, with visible energy currents coursing beneath his skin, resembling a slumbering dragon. The sheer intensity of his presence made those near him instinctively tremble.
"It's Uncle Lei," Mo Yu chuckled.
With that, he took Lei Fei'er's hand and walked toward Lei Ying.
"You two have finally arrived," Lei Ying smiled as he saw them approaching. His gaze lingered on Mo Yu for a moment before he suddenly frowned slightly.
"Your strength…"
Lei Ying's sharp perception instantly detected the drastic change in Mo Yu's power over the past few days.
"Hehe, just a little breakthrough," Mo Yu replied with a humble smile.
Seeing Mo Yu's modesty, Lei Ying shook his head. Then, as if something had occurred to him, his eyes darted between Mo Yu and Lei Fei'er with a knowing look.
"You didn't bully Fei'er these past few days, did you?" he asked teasingly.
Hearing that, a faint blush crept onto Lei Fei'er's delicate face, while Mo Yu scratched his head with an awkward laugh.
"Uncle Lei, you must be joking…"
Seeing the embarrassed expressions on their faces, Lei Ying smirked with amusement. Just then, an unexpected voice rang out from the crowd.
"Greetings, Uncle Lei… Fei'er."
A young man in a scarlet robe stepped forward from the Yan Clan's delegation. Handsome and refined, he greeted Lei Ying and Lei Fei'er with a polite smile, though his eyes held a hint of coldness when they flickered toward Mo Yu.
"Oh? Yan Yi. I didn't expect you to be here," Lei Ying responded indifferently, his brows slightly furrowing.
"Lei Ying, why are you acting so distant? Weren't we once close to becoming in-laws?" Yan Jin, the Yan Clan Leader, suddenly chuckled as he stood up.
"In-laws? What does he mean? And who is that Yan Yi?" Mo Yu frowned as he turned to Lei Fei'er.
"Yan Yi is the Yan Clan's most outstanding genius in centuries. He once spent five years in the Yan Realm's Ten Thousand Flame Pool, surpassing even Yan Jin's record by a year and a half.
Although he benefited from the full support of the Yan Clan, his talent and abilities are undeniable. The Yan Clan has already designated him as their next patriach," Lei Fei'er explained thoughtfully.
Mo Yu nodded slightly. He hadn't expected such a remarkable young talent to exist within the Yan Clan. Their foundation was indeed formidable.
However, recalling Yan Yi's hostile gaze toward him and Yan Jin's comment about an in-law relationship, Mo Yu's expression darkened.
"And?" he prompted.
"Well… the Yan Clan once proposed marriage to the Lei Clan. At the time, some of our elders actually supported the idea, but due to certain circumstances, it was postponed.
As for the ones involved in this unfulfilled engagement… it was me and Yan Yi," Lei Fei'er said, her voice tinged with helplessness.
"Uh…"
Mo Yu was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected that this guy was actually someone who had tried—and failed—to snatch his wife.
"Lei Ying, is this the son-in-law you've chosen? I heard he's got a divine-grade bloodline, but I wonder if he's just a silver spear candlehead*." At this moment, Yan Jin suddenly looked toward Mo Yu with a smile.
(*Silver spear candlehead (银枪蜡烛头): A metaphor implying someone who looks impressive but is useless in practice.)
Beside him, Yan Yi's eyes, filled with fiery energy, also fell on Mo Yu, a trace of disdain flashing within them.
"Hmph, Yan Jin, you dare criticize the son-in-law I've set my sights on? Are you itching for a beating? Do you want to fight me a couple of rounds?" Lei Ying stood up, his tower-like figure radiating an oppressive aura as he shouted.
"Hehe, Lei Ying, you're still as hot-tempered as ever. Who on the continent doesn't know you're a battle maniac? Even the legendary Xiao Xuan had to cross fists with you back in the day. I wouldn't want to fight you… but…"
Yan Jin shook his head, then paused briefly before chuckling, "How about this? I'll let Yi'er spar with your son-in-law instead. Let's see whose judgment is better—yours or mine. What do you say?"
"Agreed!"
Before Yan Jin's voice had even fully fallen, Lei Ying agreed without even discussing it with Mo Yu.
Hearing this, Mo Yu was once again slightly stunned. He hadn't even said anything, yet he was already being dragged into a duel.
He shook his head with a bitter smile. Then, his eyes slightly narrowed. The Yan Clan's father and son were underestimating him, and Yan Yi was still eyeing his wife. It seemed he would indeed need to teach this guy a lesson. Otherwise, he really wouldn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Oh? A duel? That's great. I'll have the Gu Clan arrange a battlefield for you." At this moment, Lei Dong suddenly appeared from somewhere. Upon hearing that Mo Yu and Yan Yi were going to fight, his eyes instantly lit up.
…
Not far from the Gu Clan's grand hall, there was a training ground. This was the place where the Black Submerged Army usually trained. It was also a favorite gathering spot for many young members of the Gu Clan. As such, the area was always quite lively.
Today, with the clan leaders of the Lei Clan and the Yan Clan present, many outstanding young members from both clans had also arrived. Since these young people were not involved in the so-called "important matters," they had all gathered here. After all, when the younger generations of these ancient clans met, there were bound to be clashes of pride.
At this moment, the training ground was already packed with a dense crowd. Most of them were clad in black armor—the elite Black Submerged Army, renowned throughout the Gu Clan. Their collective combat strength was extremely formidable.
The atmosphere at the training ground was exceptionally lively because the Lei Clan's son-in-law and the Yan Clan's young master were about to have a thrilling duel.
"Young man, I agreed to this duel without your permission. You won't hold it against me, right?" In a corner of the platform, Lei Ying glanced at the crowd of Yan Clan members opposite them and then chuckled.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's lips curled into a faint smile as he said lightly, "It's fine. It's just a chance to stretch my muscles a little."
"Hah, brother-in-law, you sure talk big. Even I'm not confident I can beat Yan Yi. You'd better be careful and not fall flat on your face." Lei Dong reminded him kindly.
Mo Yu merely smiled in response, not bothering to explain.
"Alright, even I can't fully see through Mo Yu's current strength. Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to Yan Jin's bet so casually. You don't need to worry." Lei Ying smacked Lei Dong on the head, then glanced at Mo Yu.
"Uh…"
Hearing his father's high praise for Mo Yu, Lei Dong was momentarily stunned. Clearly, he hadn't expected his brother-in-law to be this strong.
"Hehe, Cousin Mo Yu, I didn't expect you to stir up such a scene right after arriving at the Gu Clan."
At this moment, a gentle laugh suddenly rang out in the training ground. Instantly, all eyes shifted toward the source of the voice. On the high platform where Mo Yu stood, two figures had appeared at some point, smiling at him.
"Xun'er, Xiao Yan!"
Seeing the two figures, Mo Yu was momentarily stunned before he smiled.
The newcomers were none other than Xiao Yan and Xun'er.
"If Cousin Mo Yu is stepping onto the stage, it's almost certain that Yan Yi will get a beating…" Xun'er smiled gently as she looked at Mo Yu.
Beside her, Xiao Yan also nodded and laughed, "Haha, no one can take advantage of Cousin Mo Yu in a fight. We'll just sit back and wait for the good news."
"You two…"
Seeing his two childhood friends' confidence in him, Mo Yu couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. After exchanging a few more words with them, he slowly stepped onto the central platform of the training ground.
At the same time, Yan Yi also leapt forward and landed opposite him.
"Enough talk. Today, I'll see just how capable the man who became Fei'er's husband really is!"
Yan Yi looked coldly at Mo Yu, licking his lips as flickers of crimson flame danced in his eyes.
In the next instant, crimson flames surged from his body. Nine streams of fire coiled around him like flaming ribbons. A violent and oppressive aura erupted, causing quite a few onlookers to be moved.
"Oh, Nine-Refinement True Flame, huh?"
Seeing the flames around Yan Yi's body, Mo Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. It was said that the Yan Clan possessed an artificial flame created through nine layers of refinement. Its destructive power was formidable.
However, with Mo Yu's current strength, this flame posed no real threat to him.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mo Yu gazed at the battle-ready Yan Yi. His eyes then swept over the ten or so Yan Clan members nearby. He rubbed his chin and suddenly smiled.
"One might not be enough. How about all the younger generation members from your Yan Clan join in together? What do you say?"
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