Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 777 - 782-783: Neverending

Lin Xuelan’s carriage."Miss, there is about one day left before we reach the Capital City, and we haven’t seen anyone from the Diao Family."

Just as Yu Zhu finished speaking, an urgent shout sounded from the front: "Yu Zhu, protect the Miss."

It was Han Yang’s voice.

Suddenly, a group of black shadows emerged from behind the sand dune in front of the convoy, no more than six or seven people.

Each one held a crossbow.

At the front of the convoy were Han Yang and Lin Luo, and upon seeing Han Yang, who was driving the carriage, the black shadows raised their crossbows and fired.

Arrows shot explosively from the front, and Han Yang drew his sword to block them.

"Neigh..."

As the mournful sound of a horse’s call rang out, the horse pulling the carriage fell, causing the carriage to tilt sideways.

Han Yang leapt into the air.

"Boom." Lin Luo also burst out of the carriage the moment before it hit the ground.

"Whoa..."

Yu Zhu saw the overturned carriage ahead and hurriedly reined in the horses, bringing them to a stop.

"Miss, stay in the carriage, don’t get out." Yu Zhu alighted, drawing the long sword from beneath the carriage, and stood on guard.

"Kill them, leave no one alive." A voice shouted, and the black shadows in front swiftly drew their blades and charged at Yu Zhu and the others.

"Kill."

This sound was heard not only from the front but also from the back of the convoy.

The black shadows from both ends surrounded the convoy.

These assailants were clearly well-coordinated and had been waiting for some time.

Their strength was not low.

Three people charged at Yu Zhu, and the leading masked figure’s strike made her wrist numb, nearly dropping her sword.

In direct combat, a long sword was clearly inferior to a great saber.

This person’s strength slightly exceeded Yu Zhu’s. After a failed strike, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward to close in on Yu Zhu, slashing again.

Yu Zhu’s face changed, and she quickly sidestepped to avoid it. Though she dodged the fatal slash, her opponent had superior fighting experience and followed up with a swift kick, showing no mercy.

Yu Zhu couldn’t dodge this time, her face turning pale.

But in the blink of an eye, she felt her waist being grabbed, and then she was forcefully pulled to the side, while the one who was kicking her flew high and far.

Before she could regain her footing, she was spun around by a powerful force, and with a flick of her sword, she inadvertently killed two more masked assailants.

"Protect your Miss." Before Yu Zhu realized what happened, she only felt a masculine warmth enveloping her briefly as the hand at her waist released her. Chen Mo uttered these words and charged forward without looking back.

From the appearance of the black shadows to the end, it took less than half a moment, and the ground was littered with the corpses of these masked figures, not a single survivor.

"It’s Diao Qing."

"And the Hospital Guard Captain from the Diao Family."

"Along with Hong Xue and Hong Tian from the Hong Family Martial Arts Hall."

Han Yang and Lin Luo, having overcome their shock at Chen Mo’s swift actions, hurriedly removed the black cloth from these corpses to reveal four familiar faces.

"The Diao Family truly spared no expense in ambushing us, not only sending Diao Qing, Diao Hong’s own brother, but also the two brothers from the Hong Family Martial Arts Hall. Both are Sixth-Grade Martial Artists, and rumor has it that their teamwork allows them to fight Fifth-Grade Martial Artists for several rounds. They truly intended to kill us." Lin Luo said solemnly.

"Grandpa Han, Second Uncle, are you alright?" After getting off the carriage, Lin Xuelan hurriedly inquired about any injuries to Lin Luo and Han Yang.

Both shook their heads. Han Yang said, "Thanks to Young Master Mo, otherwise we would have been in grave danger just now."

Han Yang was now convinced that "Ink Language" was of Fourth Grade.

"Indeed, thanks to Young Master Mo’s help." The shock had yet to fade from Lin Luo’s face.

Previously, Lin Xuelan and the others talked about how formidable "Ink Language" was. But having not seen it firsthand, Lin Luo had no concept of this, even thinking Lin Xuelan might be exaggerating.

Now, having witnessed Chen Mo’s efficiency, taking down three Sixth-Grade Martial Artists, one Seventh-Grade Martial Artist, and several Entry Grade Martial Artists, Lin Luo could hardly catch sight of Chen Mo’s movements and understood that it was no exaggeration, just the truth.

"Once again, thank you Young Master Mo for saving our lives." Lin Xuelan expressed her sincere gratitude to Chen Mo with a slight bow.

"Young Master Mo, thank you." Yu Zhu followed suit.

The one she faced earlier was the Hospital Guard Captain from the Diao Family, a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist.

Though they were of the same grade, their overall strength was stronger than hers. Even if the kick didn’t kill her, it would have been very painful.

"No need to thank me; since I promised Miss Lin, I won’t let anything happen to you." Chen Mo replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuelan suddenly felt a sense of importance attached to her, her heart stirred.

"Thank you, Young Master Mo." Afterward, Han Yang and Lin Luo also expressed their gratitude and inquired about Nalan Yiren and others.

Aside from a horse, there were no casualties.

After a short rest, the group continued their journey. Han Yang and Lin Luo squeezed into Lin Xuelan’s carriage and Si Song’s carriage.

As for the bodies, the desert will naturally take care of them.

Following Chen Mo’s display of prowess, Han Yang and Lin Luo grew respect for him.

Especially Lin Luo; having heard of Chen Mo’s wives and concubines, Lin Luo previously disapproved of Lin Xuelan forming a relationship with Chen Mo, even if it was just a notion.

However, this incident changed Lin Luo’s perspective.

If Lin Xuelan could be one of Chen Mo’s concubines, it wouldn’t be too bad.

Given Chen Mo’s young age and such abilities, he must have an extraordinary background, which made him seem almost unreachable in Lin Luo’s eyes...

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A day later, green appeared once again in Chen Mo’s eyes.

And this marked the realm of the Yelang Country Capital.

Yet, they were still dozens of miles away from entering the city.

This time, even on the outskirts, scattered villages could be seen.

There were still few travelers on the roads.

The only travelers they saw hurriedly stepped aside, allowing Chen Mo’s convoy to pass first, afraid of provoking any trouble.

Having left those travelers behind.

"Clip-clop..."

At that moment, the sound of hooves suddenly came from the official road ahead.

At the front of the convoy, Lin Luo saw a woman in a green dress running towards their direction.

Behind the green dress woman was a group of black-clad masked riders.

"Help...Help!"

The green dress woman saw Lin Luo’s convoy and quickly called for help, but before she could finish her sentence, an arrow shot her from behind, knocking her down with blood foaming from her mouth.

The group of black-clad riders surrounded the green dress woman.

They naturally noticed Lin Luo’s convoy.

"Orders are to leave no survivors, not even witnesses."

The leader of the black-clad men flashed a cold light in his eyes, squeezed the horse’s belly with his legs, wielded a saber, and led his followers towards Lin Luo’s convoy.

"Miss, it seems they’re coming for us!" Yu Zhu’s face changed color.

"Could it be the Diao Family again?" From the carriage window, Lin Xuelan’s face darkened; she had witnessed the earlier events.

"It’s trouble; we saw them commit murder. They’re trying to silence us." Han Yang, who shared the carriage, said gravely.

"Young Master Mo..." Lin Xuelan instinctively called out "Ink Language".

From the rear carriage, Chen Mo, seeing this scene, frowned, realizing it was unending.

He sighed and got out of the carriage.

This time, it was faster than the last.

In just about three minutes, there were already more than a dozen corpses on the road, horses circling cluelessly, some standing by their master’s bodies with their heads hanging low.

"Miss, she is still breathing." Yu Zhu reported back while checking on the green dress woman’s condition.