Everyone pretended to be relaxed and accused Yue Mochen of being too polite. Only Yang Wutian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not hard to do it, it's just the dead brothers..."
Before Yang Wutian finished speaking, everyone was silent.
Although warriors have gone against the will of heaven and have suffered endless hardships on the road, and everyone has already seen through life and death, but when it is true that life and death are separated, who can be calm and clear? Especially these days, everyone has lived and died together, and their love is like brothers. When they see their brothers die, who can not be sad?
Although Yue Mochen did not experience these sufferings with everyone, he could understand this feeling and could only sigh: "The dead brothers must make arrangements. The settlement fee must not be reduced. They are fighting to the death just to support their families, so..."
"Young master who understands it, so the local brothers have all sent home settlement fees, and there will be regular monthly subsidies in the future. Those who follow us on the Dongyue Continent have already sent the Mamen brothers and sisters to deal with it. After all, they will also send their uncle's body back to Dongyue."
Since the World Pearl is dominated by Yuemo Chen, the original Dark Winged Human Tribe has disappeared, and the Wanyuan Plain, which originally contained the World Pearl, has become their hometown. Prince Lie's death in a foreign land and sent back to Dongyue is also a kind of race, and everyone respects it very much.
"Well. You have handled these things very well. Don't worry, brothers, now starting from the beginning, Mofeng City is ours. Here, no one dares to touch us anymore, and the assassination guild can't be possible!"
When Yue Mochen said this, it was like a huge rock suddenly thrown into a lake, causing thousands of waves.
"Young Master, are you talking about..." Liu Dayong asked suppressing the excitement in his heart.
Wanyan Yaoliang smiled lightly and said, "The Young Master has defeated all the underground forces. Jin Qiang was killed by the Young Master with one move. Now Mr. Nangong has arranged people to recruit major forces, and our revenge has been avenged by the Young Master."
"Is it avenge? Where is Juxiantang?" Liu Dayong couldn't react for a moment and murmured.
"Haha, everyone who should report it, the ones who handle it and the ones who commanded it, paid the price. The Hongdu Feng Governor of the Assassination Guild has been awarded the title of the head, and Juxian Hall."
Yue Mochen smiled faintly and said, "Since last night, there has been no power as Juxiantang in Mofeng City. Now there is another person named Hua Jianfei and Feng Xiaowu who is missing, but I will deal with it."
"Young Master, have you achieved the holy level?" Liu Fengxiao asked with disbelief.
"Not yet, I've just been promoted to the heaven level." Yue Mochen shook his head and said.
"Sky level!?"
The crowd was in trouble again. Can the Tian-level destroy the entire Juxiantang? He also killed the president of the Assassination Guild? Are you kidding?
"Is it strange? When I was a little fighter, Liufeng, would you dare to say that I will definitely win?" Yue Mochen chuckled.
Liu Fengxiao was sweating coldly on his face: "It's so perverted."
Yue Mochen didn't mind either and smiled and said, "You are not lazy either. Brother Yong is now in the realm of Qitian. Xiaoliang, you are not far away from each other. They are much faster than me and have made a lot of progress."
He was indeed very satisfied with everyone's progress. Although he left enough spiritual medicines for them to practice, if everyone did not work hard, there would never be such an effect. After all, spiritual medicines are just auxiliary, and hard work is the foundation.
Everyone did not disappoint Yue Mochen's high hopes. In less than two years, they worked very hard to improve themselves and improve the strength of Yongye Pavilion. In terms of force alone, although Yongye Pavilion cannot be called a top force, with Yue Mochen's return, it can be considered as barely crowded into the threshold of first-class forces.
Not counting Meng Wujian, who is wandering outside, among the people in Mofeng City, there are 736 existing members of Yongye Pavilion, among which the Saint-level Liufeng Xiao has the highest cultivation level, followed by Yang Wutian. Breakthrough of the Saint-level is just around the corner, and Yin cannot cultivate slightly lower, but his value is absolutely no less than any Saint-level.
The backbone members such as Liu Dayong and Wanyan Yaoliang are all above the heaven level. In addition, the Nangong family that Yue Mochen just incorporated, and the nine major forces have increased their strengths. There are nearly ten holy-level masters alone. Such forces will sooner or later make their way in Lifeng.
However, Li Yuemochen's goal is to build Yongye Pavilion into an existence that the Mo family fears. There is still a long way to go. Yuemochen often understands this, so he is not stingy with his praise for his brothers. Everyone's contribution is indeed very good at achieving such achievements in just over a year.
"Haha, young master, when you say this, I suddenly feel like a genius." He Fo grinned.
When Wanyan Yaoliang heard this, he couldn't help but slammed: "It's nonsense, you don't think about it. When we first met the young master, what level was he at. Besides, even if your cultivation level is higher than that of the young master, do you dare to fight with the young master?"
"Uh... I really don't dare." He Fo said, touching his nose.
“Haha~~~”
Everyone laughed happily, while Yang Wutian said to Yue Mochen solemnly: "Young Master, you are different from us. I know how far our future can go, but you are different. I know that you are in a hurry to take revenge, but don't rely too much on spiritual medicine, otherwise it will have a great hindrance to the future."
"Don't worry, Brother Yang, I have my own sense of responsibility."
Yue Mochen felt warm. Although he realized this himself and had never used spiritual medicine to improve his cultivation, he was still very grateful for Yang Wutian's reminder.
When Yang Wutian heard this, he smiled generously and said, "Haha, I know that the young master has his own qualities. The young master doesn't blame me for meddling in other people's business. By the way, why didn't he come?"
"Brother Meng..."
Yue Mochen frowned slightly: "I don't know where Brother Meng is now. He has entered Shenyue Forest and has lost contact with me for a long time."
"When did it happen?" Yang Wutian asked, and a trace of anxiety flashed between his eyebrows.
"We were separated shortly after, when the Qianyue Palace destroyed the palace."
Yue Mochen found a place to sit down and told everyone about everything that happened at that time. After a long time, everyone finally knew how Yue Mochen lived for more than a year.
"Young Master, you are trapped in the enemy camp now. Although you have a fake identity to cover up, it is always too dangerous. Otherwise, you don't go back and you won't be in a hurry to take revenge."
Yin can't say so many things at once, rarely.
Yue Mochen shook his head and said, "If it were just for revenge, I could wait, but I must find my mother as soon as possible. I don't know what kind of torture she is suffering now..."