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  Mo Qingchen quietly found it strange and pulled Mo Ningrou's sleeve, asking: "Fourteenth sister, why didn't the clan leader and grandfather react?"

  Mo Ning Rou shook her head and said, "I don't know either, other book friends are reading normally."

  Originally, the wedding ceremony was not as Mo Qingchen thought, where the groom's party arrived, the bride got on the sedan chair and left. Instead, the groom had to enter the main hall to pay respects to the bride's elders, after which the matchmaker would still have to drink with the bride's family, commonly known as "the wedding wine", only then could the bride be escorted onto the sedan chair and welcomed back to the groom's home.

  These etiquettes, let alone Mo Qingchen being unaware of them, even Mo Ran and Mo Xiangyu didn't know about them. After all, they wouldn't normally attend mortal weddings, and the Mo family's cultivators getting married was a thing of the past.

  "Go and call Number Thirteen." Mo Dashan turned his head to say to the clever maid standing beside him.

  The maid went out at the sound of her voice.

  According to custom, Mo Qingchen and his younger generation went to block the door. The man stuffed a red envelope, which opened the big door and let the sedan chair in. Book fans also like to read:

  A festive sedan chair was carried in, accompanied by a matron of honor wearing a red flower on her head, followed by two rows of neatly dressed young servants.

  The beautiful woman with a thousand trees in her hair, wearing white clothes, walked in with a gentle and elegant manner.

  "Brother Qian Shu." Hu Tou excitedly pounced on him, grabbing Qian Shu's hand.

  Hua Qian's head bowed slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips as she gently stroked the tiger's head.

  "Fifteenth brother, come over quickly." Mo Ning Rou shouted, who has a groom who comes in the door and entangles with others, the clan leader grandfathers are all waiting in the main hall.

  The tiger head did know what was important and unimportant, hearing this he loosened his grip on Huā Qiān Shù's hand and turned back.

  Mo Qingchen furrowed his brow and sized up Hua Qian Shu, seeing him walk towards Zheng Tang with a composed demeanor. He whispered to Mo Ning Ruo, "Fourteenth sister, Tiger Head, can one really wear white clothes for their wedding?"

  Mo Ning Ruo was taken aback: "Yes, I should wear a big red dress. I also saw the wedding dress of my thirteenth aunt that time."

  "Hu Tou blinked his eyes and rubbed his hair, saying: "Qing Chen, I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't said anything. Every day I see Qian Shu's brother wearing white clothes, so I'm used to it."

  "Come on, let's go in and take a look," Mo Qingchen said. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. He always felt that this wedding would stir up trouble.

  Mo Dashi looked at the extraordinary white-clothed man with a gradually darkening face.

  Mo Lao Liu couldn't bear it and shouted, "Hua Qian Shu, you're marrying my daughter today, why are you still dressed in white, aren't you satisfied with this marriage and intentionally embarrassing the Mo family?"

  Mo Qingchen lowered her eyelids, and indeed, a storm was brewing. This Sixth Master was actually the biological father of Thirteenth Auntie, which made him the legitimate father-in-law of Hua Qianshu. At this moment, Sixth Master's anger was evident, his words leaving no room for compromise.

  It's not just Mo Lao Liu, the faces of many people in the hall don't look good, even Mo Qingchen is a little annoyed. Hua Qian Shu wore white clothes on her wedding day, which made other book friends feel that it was really humiliating, and before she thought it was a local custom.

  Mo Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at how Huajian Tree responded.

  Qian Shu fell silent for a moment, then calmly made his greetings: "Qian Shu has seen all the elders. Qian Shu came today to sincerely welcome Mo You young lady."

  "What's with you then?" Mo Lao Liu asked closely behind him.

  "Only before that, Qian Shu followed the master's orders and had a question to ask."

  Mo Lao Liu was about to stand up, but was stopped by Mo Da Shan. Then, Mo Da Shan stared at Hua Qian Shu and said in a low voice: "You say——"

  "Is Nandan's book at Mo's house?" Hua Qianshu said calmly, but it stirred up a thousand waves.

  "Say that again!" Mo Daxuan suddenly stood up, his aura surging forth, the pressure of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator causing the clan members with lower cultivation to almost go weak in the knees.

  "Is Nandan's book at Mo's house?" Hua Qianshu asked, his face unchanged, one word at a time.

  Mo Daxian sat back in his chair, his face calm and serene. He said faintly, "Qianshu, my young nephew, your question has left me perplexed. Our two families, the Mo and the Hua, have been friends for many years. Have you ever heard of any Dan scripture in our Mo family? Eh, Fifth Brother, you are the only alchemist in our Mo family, what Dan scripture could we possibly have?"

  "There is indeed, but this 'Bi Cheng Dan Ji' shouldn't be what you're looking for, right?" Mo Danyan said as a jade slip appeared in his hand.

  Although "Bi Cheng Dan Ji" is not a top-grade alchemy book, any decent alchemist would have a copy. It can be found in all major markets, so it's naturally not something that Hua Qian Shu would ask about.

  Hua Qian Shu smiled slightly: "Mo Wu Shu is joking, the Dan book that our Master asked about is naturally not that Bi Cheng Dan Ji."

  Mo Danyan's eyes drooped, and he said in a bad mood: "Then there is nothing."

  Hua Qian Shu gazed at Mo Da Shan, his voice clear as he said: "Uncle, don't make things difficult for your nephew. To be honest, our sect master is determined to obtain that Dan scripture..."

  Mo Dashi fiercely swung his sleeve: "Hua Qianshu, our Mo family really doesn't have the Dan book you mentioned. It seems that our Mo family is not worthy of your Hua family after all. You should leave now."

  The flowers and trees were motionless, but a hint of bitterness flashed across his face before quickly returning to its usual calm demeanor.

  "How about it? Are we still going to see you out?" Mo Lao Liu sneered.

  "Hahaha——" A burst of proud and uninhibited laughter came, followed by the appearance of another person in the main hall.

  That man wore a red robe, his snow-white sword-like eyebrows were not angry but majestic, his whole body's aura was not intentionally restrained, and the pressure was like a towering high mountain, making people breathless.

  Mo Dashi's face changed color, this red-clothed person's aura was no less than that of the Moon Goddess, undoubtedly a high-ranking cultivator in the Golden Elixir stage!

  "Elder, I didn't know you were arriving, and we failed to welcome you from afar." Mo Dashan led the crowd in bowing their heads and clasping their hands, saying respectfully.

  The man in red robes cast a slanting glance at the crowd, his voice loud and clear as a bell: "You are the head of the Mo family?"

  Mo Dashi only felt that his body was locked by an invisible lock, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his head. His voice became even more respectful: "Yes, junior is."

  "Hand over Dan's book." The red-robed man said unequivocally.

  "Earlier... senior, I don't know what you mean by 'Dan book'?" Mo Daxian said with difficulty.

  The man in red clothes stared coldly at Mo Dashi, until his legs started to tremble before he spoke up and said: "Jiuxiao Dan Shu, book fans also like to read:"

  "Elder brother, you've misunderstood us, our Mo family doesn't have the Jiuxiao Dan book." Mo Dashan said with difficulty.

  "Haha, it seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't tell the truth." The red-clothed man laughed maniacally and waved his white flag, shooting a black light straight into the crowd.

  That black light moved extremely fast, and everyone didn't even have time to react before hearing someone let out a miserable cry.

  "Twelfth Brother—"

  "Twelfth Uncle——"

  The people in the hall exclaimed.

  Only to see Mo's face twisted, black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he slowly fell back with his hand covering his chest, his body twitching slightly before falling silent.

  Mo Qingchen bit her lip tightly, and Twelfth Uncle was actually dead just like that!

  Mo Da Nian quietly took two steps towards Mo Qingchen.

  The ruthless means of the red-clothed man instantly stunned everyone, he looked at the expressions of the crowd with satisfaction, the white flag fluttered once, and stared straight at Mo Dashi: "How about it, can you tell me now where the Jiuxiao Dan book is?"

  Mo Dashi's face turned iron-green, and he trembled with his lips: "Senior, junior dare not conceal it. Our Mo family really doesn't have the Jiuxiao Dan book."

  The Jiuxiao Dan Book indeed brought glory to the Mo family a thousand years ago, but with its loss, time passed, and the mountains and rivers changed. The Mo family had long since fallen from being a prestigious immortal family to an unremarkable small clan. As for those who knew that the Mo family once possessed the Jiuxiao Dan Book, apart from the core members of the Mo family passing it down through generations, no one else should have known about it.

  Even if it was a famous and influential family of immortal cultivators, after thousands of years of baptism, all the glory had long been erased in the river of time. How could people today know about them?

  "Clear your mind of desires, and don't be swayed by worldly affairs." The red-robed man spoke in a measured tone, his astonishing aura surging like a massive wave, causing people to involuntarily sway.

  Mo Dashi's face was as white as paper, and his knees suddenly softened with a thud. His voice came in broken intervals: "Senior... to be honest with you, our Mo family indeed possessed the Jiuxiao Dan book, but it was lost over a thousand years ago..."

  Mo Qingchen had already been forced to the ground by that enormous pressure, and in his heart he secretly thought: In the face of absolute power, it's indeed a case of "man is the cutting board and I am the fish to be sliced". The Mo family, will they be able to escape this calamity today?

  The man in red looked at the Mo family with a cold and ruthless voice: "It seems that you are not going to give up until you die. Ten years ago, I discovered the secret of the Hui Chun San Ren, but unexpectedly, after the bloodbath in Hui Chun Valley, that Dan book was taken away by a young man. Over the years, I have been searching for clues about that young man, and interestingly, I found them in your Mo family. After tracing back to the source, it turned out that your Mo family was a famous Xiū Zhēn (Cultivation) family over a thousand years ago, possessing a rare book called Jiǔ Xiāo Dān Shū. For ten years, I had a hunch that Hui Chun San Ren possessed a precious book for alchemy, and now it seems that my efforts were not in vain. Haha, Mo Da Shan, hand over the Jiǔ Xiāo Dān Shū today, and I will spare your family's life, considering the relationship between our families through marriage. If not, then your Mo family will end up like Hui Chun Valley!"

  The man in red spoke with a chilling tone, completely disregarding the reactions of the Mo family members, leaving behind an suffocating silence as he waited for Mo Daxian's response.

  The majestic mountain was as white as paper, and his heart was like falling into an ice cave. This red-clothed person was obviously ruthless and cruel. Seventeen years ago, he sent Mo Xiao to infiltrate Hui Chun Valley to gather information about the Jiuxiao Dan book. Unexpectedly, ten years ago, Hui Chun Valley was destroyed overnight, and Mo Xiao went missing for several years before returning to the Mo family, but he didn't have time to explain anything before he died. Now it seems that the root of the disaster was buried early on?

  "Elder, after the loss of the Jiuxiao Dan book, we have been searching for it all these years without stopping, but so far, there is no result. Elder, what I swore to Heart Demon was true, now the Mo family really doesn't have the Jiuxiao Dan book." Mo Dashan said with a bow.

  The man in red stared at Mo Daxuan, who was trembling with fear, and the silent pressure emanating from him was merciless. The white flag in his hand slowly rose up.

  At this moment, the embroidered curtain was suddenly lifted, and a red figure stumbled out.