Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1012 1012: Old Scumbag

"Sister-in-law, you are..."
Mo Wuji didn't finish his sentence because Fan Ye also looked bewildered, not expecting Qin Yi to act so decisively.
"Quick, go and bring him back," Fan Ye snapped back to reality and said urgently.
Bring him back?
Everyone forced a smile; who could catch up with Qin Yi's speed?
"Ancestor, no one here can match Qin Yi's speed," Bai Jingqing said.
Fan Ye frowned, she was just speaking casually; how could Qin Yi, as smart as he is, take it seriously?
Mo Wuji slightly lowered his head, seeing Fan Ye caught in a dilemma, he couldn't help but show a faint smile. Qin Yi's best skill was climbing up the pole. Give him a step, and he'll climb to the Nine Heavens.
What moved him the most was that Qin Yi was going all out for his matter.
He subconsciously looked up at Bai Jingqing.
Bai Jingqing noticed Mo Wuji's gaze but turned away in a panic.
Mo Wuji sighed internally. On one side was him, on the other was the Baihua Pavilion; it was clear that Junior Sister Bai was in a difficult position.
"Brother Qin, everything depends on you," Mo Wuji silently prayed.
Qin Yi always had a way; he was out of options right now, and everything depended on Qin Yi.
Mo Hutu sighed, "Sister-in-law, do you really want to see Senior Brother?"
Mo Qingyun was Mo Hutu's senior brother and currently one of the Mo family's ancestors.
"What? Am I not allowed to see him? If he had the courage of the Mo family head back then..." Fan Ye did not finish her sentence. These are matters of their generation, and it's inappropriate to discuss them in front of the younger ones.
Mo Hutu sighed. Although cultivation had many benefits, such as becoming stronger and extending life, it also had many drawbacks. For example, people would gradually lose emotions, and the ties of family, friendship, and love in the world would become very weak.
His senior brother was already indifferent to desires, and later he became so obsessed with cultivation that he cut off emotions, ultimately disappointing Fan Ye's deep affection.
He once talked to his senior brother about this; no matter how strong one's cultivation is, one must not forget that humans have emotions. If you become an emotionless machine, what's the point of living ten thousand years? But his senior brother did not agree and even scolded him for his unstable mindset.
Mo Hutu genuinely hoped Qin Yi could awaken his senior brother. They were all getting on in years now, and it was time for his senior brother to apologize to Fan Ye.
"His cultivation reached that level?" Fan Ye suddenly asked.
Mo Hutu was slightly startled, then said, "He's attempting to break through to the Unification Middle Stage, having failed several times already."
Fan Ye sneered, "He's been wholeheartedly cultivating, and yet his level isn't that impressive."
Mo Hutu bitterly smiled; it seemed his senior brother's relentless pursuit of cultivation had led him astray.
"Is Qin Yi his match?" Fan Ye suddenly asked.
Mo Hutu shook his head, "Senior Brother is now nearly at the Unification Middle Stage; whether Qin Yi can win, I do not know."
Mo Wuji said, "Ancestor, don't worry! Brother Qin's cultivation is unfathomable. Even if he can't defeat the ancestor, he can at least fight to a draw."
Fan Ye was taken aback, and with disdain, said, "Someone who has focused on cultivation for hundreds of years ends up tying with a young man in his twenties. What a waste of a long life."
Mo Hutu could only smile helplessly; his senior brother had let Fan Ye down for a century, so her resentment was understandable.
...
Qin Yi dashed all the way, arriving at the Mo family around three or four in the morning.
Qin Yi did not hide his presence and rushed straight to the Mo family's Holy Land.
"Who's there?"
Qin Yi's presence startled the Mo family elders, and their faces changed drastically. This aura was overwhelmingly strong.
"Who's there?" Mo Fushui and others floated into the air to question.
"It's me," Qin Yi called out.
Mo Fushui and the others were stunned. How could it be Qin Yi? Wasn't he with the family head and the ancestor at the Baihua Pavilion? How did he come back alone?
"Young Master Qin, where are our ancestor and family head?"
"At the Baihua Pavilion."
"Then why are you back?" Mo Fushui cautiously asked.
"Because Old Man Hutu didn't have enough influence, and for your family head's happiness, I need to bring someone."
"May I ask who Young Master Qin is intending to bring?"
"Mo Qingyun."
Mo Fushui and the others were stunned and their expressions changed drastically. Wasn't Mo Qingyun another ancestor?
"Mo Qingyun, Old Man Mo, come out, I have something to discuss with you."
Qin Yi shouted loudly in front of the Holy Land, his voice like rolling thunder, shaking the surrounding mountains.
Mo Fushui and the others were terrified.
"Young Master Qin, the ancestor is in closed-door cultivation, he must not be disturbed."
Disturbing someone in closed-door cultivation could result in either loss of cultivation or life-threatening deviation.
Qin Yi snorted, "Disturbing is exactly my goal. What kind of person deceives a woman and doesn't take responsibility? It's more detestable than a john; at least they know how to pay."
All the Mo family elders turned black-faced, their lips twitching.
If it weren't for fear of Qin Yi's cultivation and methods, they would have already rushed up to attack Qin Yi.
"Mo Qingyun, come out quickly, or don't blame me for being impolite..."
Mo Fushui and the others panicked.
"Young Master Qin..."
"Shut up, any more noise and I'll dig a hole and bury you in it."
Mo Fushui and the others shivered and held their tongues, their frustrated faces turning purple with anger.
"Mo Qingyun, Mo Biaopiao, come out quickly, or I'll ruin your Mo family Holy Land," Qin Yi shouted.
"How dare you! The Mo family will not tolerate your arrogance."
An angry shout came from deep within the Mo family Holy Land, dispersing the clouds in the sky.
Qin Yi smirked. Old guy, keep pretending to be dead? Have the guts to stay in there.
A figure appeared suddenly in front of the Holy Land as if by instantaneous movement.
The person was tall, with white hair but a youthful face, clearly showing he must have been a handsome man in his youth. However, his expressionless face and the anger emanating from him made him quite distasteful.
"Mo Qingyun?" Qin Yi asked.
Mo Qingyun looked expressionlessly at Qin Yi. He sensed Qin Yi's presence as soon as he entered the Mo family. He never expected the other party was looking for him, cursing and slandering upon arrival.
He had lived for hundreds of years, invincible among Qi refiners, rarely meeting an equal. Now, with his esteemed status and peerless cultivation, Qin Yi was the first to show such impudence in his presence.
"Mo Qingyun, come with me; someone wants to see you," Qin Yi boldly said.
Mo Qingyun's eyes were cold, and his entire body exuded a chilling aura.
"I know you. You may act freely elsewhere, but the Mo family isn't a place for your antics."
"Antics, my ass! If not for Old Mo's happiness, scum like you would have been slapped to death by now. What a pretentious piece of work! Who do you think you're fooling?" Qin Yi was disgusted with such kind of scoundrel.
Although he didn't know the specifics, from Fan Ye's words, Qin Yi deduced the gist. This Mo Qingyun was a piece of garbage who takes off his pants and refuses to acknowledge it. Therefore, to such a person, he showed no courtesy.