Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1104 - 1102: Useless Pieces Must Be Moved Off the Board

Mo Yunsheng sat in the center of the main hall, crossing his legs, one hand gently resting on his temple, eyes slightly closed, taking a short rest. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The other hand hung loosely, empty, holding nothing.

Today, Feng Qingshui was to be executed.

However, Mo Yunsheng felt at peace, as if he had already convinced himself, confidently accepting the decision to execute Feng Qingshui.

A few days ago, he announced to the Xuan Clan.

Feng Qingshui, holding grudges, had murdered Mo Chen, and was to be executed at a chosen date.

The Xuan Clan was in an uproar.

Yet, no one dared to question or oppose.

But today.

Mo Yunsheng sensed a faint unease.

"Any developments?"

He asked softly, eyes closed.

The matter he referred to was not trivial affairs but Lin Fan.

"So far, no sign of Lin Fan has been found."

A subordinate bowed and replied in a low voice.

He was one of the spies Mo Yunsheng had placed in the Main City.

To guard against Lin Fan, Mo Yunsheng had deployed over a thousand spies in Xuan Clan's Main City.

Should Lin Fan make so much as a small move, he would receive the news immediately.

He had exhausted every strategy to eliminate Lin Fan.

"Report!"

Suddenly.

A spy burst in, flustered and shouting.

Mo Yunsheng snapped his eyes open, staring intently at the spy rushing before him.

"Re-reporting to the Clan Leader! Lin Fan has been sighted!"

As expected.

Lin Fan had indeed come.

Mo Yunsheng's lips curled into a sinister smile, his eye twitching involuntarily.

Before, the Xuan Clan was Mo Chen's domain, and he stood alone against Lin Fan.

Now that the Xuan Clan was in his hands, with the whole clan's might against one Lin Fan, how could he possibly escape?!

Yet, Mo Yunsheng showed no excitement on his face, remaining calm.

"Where?"

"In an alley near Linglong Tavern, two soldiers followed him, their lives uncertain. Lin Fan probably already knows about today's events and should head towards the East Gate."

"Good, I understand."

Mo Yunsheng replied composedly, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

The two spies were baffled.

Having already found Lin Fan and entered the Main City, why not order his capture immediately? What were they waiting for?

The two didn't understand but dared not ask, retreating to continue secretly following Lin Fan.

"Son, Lin Fan has already appeared, what more are you waiting for?"

Mo Hai had similar thoughts to the spies, anxious seeing Mo Yunsheng remain inactive, even nonchalant.

Mo Yunsheng turned sharply, glaring coldly at Mo Hai from the corner of his eye.

Mo Hai's heart trembled, sending chills down his spine.

Since Mo Yunsheng became the Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan, he seemed to have changed, exuding a violent, unapproachable aura.

As if anyone nearing would provoke great wrath, bringing fatal disaster.

Especially those eyes, they seemed capable of devouring a person whole.

Mo Hai swallowed hard, feeling like the son in the presence of his own son.

"What did you call me?"

Mo Yunsheng frowned slightly, speaking indifferently.

Mo Hai was taken aback, blinking, nervously rubbing his pants leg, palms sweating.

"Son…"

As soon as he uttered a word, Mo Yunsheng slammed the armrest of his chair, erupting in anger.

"Clan Leader! Call me Clan Leader!"

Mo Hai was scared out of his wits, face turning pale.

His body wavered, trembling, legs nearly giving under him to kneel before Mo Yunsheng.

But there's no reason for a father to kneel to his son. So Mo Hai forced himself to stand, swaying uncertainly.

His throat seemed blocked, mouth agape yet voiceless.

"How many times must I tell you? Yet you never remember."

"I-I'm sorry… son… no, no… Clan Leader, I'm old and forgetful…"

Seeing the fury and faint murderous intent in Mo Yunsheng's eyes, Mo Chen tremblingly responded, stuttering.

Mo Yunsheng took a deep breath, shaking his head helplessly, taking his gaze off Mo Hai.

The old fool is getting more and more muddled.

If not for being my father and his merit in assassinating Mo Chen, how could someone like him enter the main hall, even standing by my side?

He must be removed at the right time, Mo Yunsheng thought, fully aware of his father's ambition and familiar with his capabilities.

"All talk, no substance" described him perfectly.

Always wanting the Emperor's life, yet his ability was inferior to an ordinary soldier's.

In the past, his defeat in vying for the Clan Leader's position with Mo Chen was the best proof.

Thus, Mo Hai was willing to cooperate with Mo Yunsheng and Dongmen Nu, seizing the chance when Mo Chen let his guard down to assassinate him.

This grudge, he had harbored for decades.

Once triggered, it would surge forth like a vicious beast.

Mo Yunsheng knew, naturally he remained vigilant.

Currently, he had not yet firmly grasped the Clan Leader's position and still needed Mo Hai's assistance. Once the Clan Leader initiation ceremony was over, he had to find an excuse to remove Mo Hai.

A useless piece should naturally be taken off the board.

"If you're old, then speak less. I have my own plans, I don't need you teaching me."

"Yes… yes…"

"Or do you think." Mo Yunsheng chuckled coldly, gazing sidelong. "You want to be the Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan?"

"No, no… I wouldn't dare… wouldn't dare…"

"Has the invitation to the Clan Leader ceremony been sent out?" Mo Yunsheng suddenly changed the subject.

"Se-sent out."

"Good, that's good."

Mo Yunsheng slowly stood, his gaze sharp and profound, scanning the empty main hall. Spreading his hands, taking a deep breath, his face showed satisfaction and greed.

"In a few days, everything here will truly be mine!"

"Although I'm just an acting Clan Leader now, I think the clan shouldn't oppose me becoming the Clan Leader, should they? Nor would anyone covet this position, right?"

He asked again, coolly.

A probe, also a threat.

"No, absolutely not."

Mo Hai replied resolutely.

He kept his head down, daring no eye contact with Mo Yunsheng, body trembling violently, walking on thin ice.

Deep inside, he understood that if he continued speaking to Mo Yunsheng as his father, his head might not remain on his shoulders.

Mo Yunsheng was no longer the same; now, he was the Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan.

Killing him wouldn't be patricide but a Clan Leader executing a clan member.

Yet, Mo Hai harbored a trace of dissatisfaction.

Being Mo Chen's younger brother, by rights, he had more claim to the Clan Leader's seat than Mo Yunsheng. Moreover, it was he who had killed Mo Chen, yet Mo Yunsheng reaped the benefits.

His expression was extremely complicated, showing unwillingness, fear, dread, greed...

"Better not."

Mo Yunsheng glanced disdainfully at Mo Hai, then resumed his seat calmly, gently massaging his temple, his gaze still fixed outside the hall.

Up in the main hall, silence reigned.

The two remained wordless.

Each with their own thoughts, each with their own schemes.

Father and son in name, yet estranged at heart.