1024: C1024 Poor Parents

C1024 Poor Parents

"A Grandmaster is a boundary point. Only by stepping into the Grandmaster realm can one be considered a true martial artist."

"As the saying goes, above the Grandmaster realm, there are the classifications of Martial King, Martial Sovereign, Martial Saint, and Martial God. As for whether there are any higher realms, I'm not too sure."

After briefly describing the true realms of warriors, Elder Mo immediately became serious and said in a deep voice,

"So, try not to provoke the people of Hidden Clan, because no one can tell what realm the warriors will jump out from among them."

"Let me give you a simple example." He paused, afraid that Mo Nan would not take it to heart. He also added:

"Actually, those Hidden Clan are different from what you know."

"What do you mean?" Mo Nan, who didn't care at first, immediately became serious.

Elder Mo continued, "There are divisions in the Hidden Clan as well. Some of them are like what you know. Some of the more talented people in the clan are chosen. After they go to another world, they will be blessed by the entire clan."

"However, some of them are the descendants of those who left the Ancient Martial Aristocratic Family in the past."

"Back then, it was very easy for them to have some special bloodline. According to what I know, when I brought you down that year, there was a baby of a Xiantian master born in the south of the Yangtze River..."

"The so-called Innate Grandmaster means that the bloodline power in their bodies is too strong. Once they spoke, they would possess the strength of a Grandmaster. Think about it, after so many years, as long as that child is not abandoned, he should at least possess the strength of a Martial King now, right?"

His words were actually reminding Mo Nan that it was better to keep a low profile in the future.

However, he did not expect it.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Mo Nan opened his mouth and looked as if he wanted to scold someone. In the end, he held back.

However, he laid back and rolled his eyes.

"F * ck me..."

"Alright, I suddenly figured it out. From now on, it's good that we just obediently become Late Period of Martial Warrior. Those deep grudges, old man, it's better for you to work hard yourself."

There was nothing he could do. It's not that he doesn't have dreams, but... Compared to those who were born as Grandmasters, what right does he have to compete with them?

He might as well just be a salted fish waiting to die.

Elder Mo was speechless.

He raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help but curse, "Useless thing, Great Dao 50, Sky Spill 49, leaving behind that variable is for you to fight for it!"

"Now that you say these words, do you want to anger me to death?"

"Uh."

Mo Nan looked at the old man speechlessly. He sat up and spread his hands. "You have said so much. Do you want me to be honest or can you torture me?"

"If I torture you to scold me, I will scold me even if I am honest. Even if you are my father, you should not bully others like this, right?"

Wasn't this making things difficult for him?

... ""

Hearing this, Elder Mo could not help but fall silent. After all, it was a contradiction from the bottom of his heart. On one hand, he hoped that Mo Nan could live a peaceful and healthy life. On the other hand, he did not wish for his son to have no future in his life.

Perhaps, in the hearts of all parents, it was such a contradiction.

He could not explain it.

Elder Mo waved his hand. He did not want to continue. He said angrily, "It's up to you. Whether you live or die is your own destiny. I can't even take care of myself. I don't have the time to care about you."

"Hehe."

Mo Nan laughed when he heard the old man's frustrated tone. This time, he said, "I'm just teasing you. Don't worry. What Xiantian Grandmaster, what Martial King?"

"I've only been cultivating for a short period of time. Give me a few more years, and I'll trample all of them under my feet. " When the time comes, I'll bring you with me. Let's go back and take revenge for those who have enmity with us. We'll settle the score with them one by one. "

"Everyone who talks about the door."

Elder Mo rolled his eyes at Mo Nan and scolded him with a smile.

However, there was still a hint of a smile in his eyes when he said that. After all, this was his son. He was destined to have a future!

"Alright, you are outside. Remember to be careful. If there is anything you cannot handle, remember to let me or Mrs Wang know."

Elder Mo closed his eyes and gave a final warning. He then began to rest on his own.

"Don't worry. I'll give it to you. I won't be polite." He grinned and agreed. He looked at the old man who had started to rest. Mo Nan did not disturb him again.

He looked in the direction of the door and pondered. After leaving for so long, Zhao Yann should be back by now. Why did he not see anyone until now?

He strolled to the door and looked outside.

Surprisingly, Zhao Yann had finally come back. Behind her was Mrs Wang who had just left not long ago. The two of them smiled and chatted as if they were old acquaintances whom they had not seen for many years.

Mo Nan could not help being stunned. Taking advantage of the time when they entered the door, he directly pulled Zhao Yann to his side. Frowning, he said,

"You called Mrs Wang over?"

"Ah." Zhao Yann nodded and said in puzzlement, "Didn't you say that you wanted to matchmake Mrs Wang and Uncle Mo? Didn't I do this because I wanted to help you?"

He turned around and saw Mrs Wang enter the courtyard. He then went to the kitchen skillfully. Elder Mo, who was in the courtyard, merely opened his eyes and took a look. He pretended that nothing had happened and went back to sleep.

Only then did Mo Nan nod his head. "Alright then. You go wash the vegetables first. I will look for Mrs Wang and talk about something else."

"Oh."

Zhao Yann agreed and did not ask any further. She obediently carried a few plastic bags to the sink.

Mo Nan took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen.

However, he did not come to matchmake. Especially in his heart, he felt that Elder Mo was not worthy of Mrs Wang. No matter how hard he tried, it would be a waste of Mrs Wang's time.

It was better to not care about sex.

He came for something else. The moment he entered, he saw Mrs Wang busy cleaning up the kitchen utensils. Mo Nan laughed and walked over to help. "Mrs Wang, let me do it."

"You do it?"

She looked at him in surprise. Mrs Wang obviously did not trust him. However, under Mo Nan's insistence, she still smiled and held her hands. She retreated to the side.

Not long after, Mrs Wang nodded and said with relief, "Not bad, you are quite skilled. Looks like you usually do household chores?"

"Yes."

Mo Nan laughed. He shamelessly praised his cooking skills and said that he had such good skills. It was all thanks to Mrs Wang's cooking when he was young that he was able to keep his mouth open. He was not used to eating outside, so he could only cook by himself.

"Shut up." Mrs Wang scolded him and scolded him. She knew Mo Nan or the father and son well. She paused for a second and took over Mo Nan's unfinished work.

"Alright, don't interfere with my work. If you have any questions, hurry up."2

"Then I will say it."

Mo Nan did not have the slightest bit of embarrassment after being seen through. Instead, he showed an expression that Mrs Wang, you know me. He touched his chin and asked first.

"Mrs Wang, there are many things that this old man has told me just now. Can you tell me what realm you are at now?"

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