High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

"Thank you all, but I really can't stay here any longer."

In the end, Chen Mo shook his head; he had to move his parents to a safer place.

For example, near the Gu family residence in Yanjing, at least Old Master Gu Ji could help keep an eye on things.

"What are you talking about? Do you think we'd kick you out?!"

The old man, who had been laughing just moments before, suddenly changed his expression and glared back at the people who had been laughing heartily.

"You are sons and daughters of Taizhou, and you have won so much glory for Taizhou!"

"If we move away because of something like this, what will outsiders think of us Taizhou people?"

"Stay here and don't overthink things."

The old man genuinely didn't want Chen Mo to leave.

There are only a few surnames in the entire Taizhou, and almost all of them are related.

Apart from some outsiders, the rest of the people are quite united. Even if there are conflicts, they consider it their own business.

"No, it's not that you want to kick me out; I'm just thinking about my parents' safety."

"Our Taizhou's overall strength is not strong, partly because our rankings in the national competitions were too low in previous years."

Chen Mo shook his head; his mind was made up.

It's not just for the safety of ordinary people in Taizhou, but also for the safety of our own families.

"If this problem were to occur again, it would be devastating for the people of Taizhou."

"This time it was just one Grandmaster causing trouble, but what if there were two, three, or even four or five?"

"Not only will I lose my life, but the entire Taizhou will become a living hell."

"I am not the kind of irresponsible person."

Chen Mo coughed lightly, a rare blush appearing on his face.

"I am the Star of Taizhou, and this title will never change."

"Even if I move away, my ancestral home will always be Taizhou, and I will always be a Taizhou native."

"..." Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, everyone except the medical staff who were still treating the injuries fell silent.

Chen Mo was right; their desire to keep him was just wishful thinking.

To put it bluntly, if this kind of thing happens more and more often, can they really maintain this mentality indefinitely?

It must be very difficult.

"Since...that's what you think, then we won't try to persuade you."

The old man patted Chen Mo's waist and then sat down beside him.

"You haven't done anything to wrong us; on the contrary, we are the biggest beneficiaries."

"Go wherever you want, but if you get tired or weary in the future, then come back to Taizhou."

"Taizhou will always be waiting for you to come back."

"Thank you all." Chen Mo nodded, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Mo, where are we going?"

Xu Liu looked rather disheveled; she was genuinely terrified.

Especially after hearing that his son, a level seven martial artist, had single-handedly faced a grandmaster in order to buy them time...

To ordinary people, a Grandmaster is the most powerful being in the entire Great Xia Dynasty, with combat power comparable to that of a god.

Of course, ordinary martial artists also think this way, believing that the Grandmaster is the pinnacle of martial arts.

After all, some things cannot be revealed; the destruction a grandmaster can cause is terrifying enough.

If an existence stronger than a Grandmaster were to appear, the confidence of the human race would be shaken, and at the very least, some unrest would occur.

Only when the number of humans above the Grandmaster level increases can this matter be truly made public.

"This isn't urgent, let me look into it."

Chen Mo comforted his mother, and Chen Yi, who was standing nearby, also came over.

"Brother, where are Yang Zuo and Joseph?"

Chen Yi felt extremely distressed whenever she recalled Joseph's miserable state last night.

She was a warrior, and she had been injured herself, so she knew how much pain Joseph had endured.

Fractures, burns, frostbite, large open wounds, and ruptured internal organs—these are just the tip of the iceberg of the suffering Joseph endured.

She even heard that Yang Zuo almost lost his life.

"They're alright. I had Uncle Song take them to Shancheng. Dean Chu is there..."

Before Chen Mo could finish speaking, Chu Tianhua called.

"Hello, Dean Chu?"

When Chen Mo answered the phone, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that these two had kicked the bucket?

"You sent me a teriyaki white pig last time, and this time you sent me two living dead?!"

Chu Tianhua yelled, startling Chen Mo so much that he almost threw away his newly replaced phone.

"Damn it, one of his internal organs is almost completely ruined, and the other has not a single healthy blood vessel in his entire body."

"This is just the main injury; I haven't even mentioned the other miscellaneous injuries."

"To put it bluntly, last time it was teriyaki pork, and this time you're sending me two bowls of dumpling filling?"

"It really feels like Chinese New Year! Too bad I don't eat dumplings; this old man is eating glutinous rice balls!"

After Chu Tianhua vented his frustrations, he sighed and got back to the main topic.

"Neither of these children will die, but it will take at least half a month for them to fully recover."

"Are you alright? I heard from Song Bin that you were entangled with a grandmaster for a full five minutes?"

Chu Tianhua was indeed curious about how Chen Mo managed to get entangled with a grandmaster.

"I don't know, at that moment a power that seemed to belong to me surged within me, but I just can't find that feeling again..."

Chen Mo wasn't just saying this to fool Chu Tianhua; he genuinely felt that way at the time.

Combining this with the theories of ancient martial artists, Chen Mo planned to make his identity even more mysterious.

"..."

Chu Tianhua was struck dumb, while Chu Tianliao, standing beside him, was so excited he almost flew away.

"Ancient martial artist, Chen Mo, you are very likely an ancient martial artist!"

Chu Tianliao snatched the phone from Chu Tianhua's hand, his excitement beyond measure.

"But I'm my parents' biological child, we're related by blood..."

Chen Mo found the bug almost instantly; now it was up to Chu Tianliao to figure out how to fix it.

He couldn't explain it anyway.

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with DNA. To be precise, you are not an ancient martial artist."

"It's likely that you inherited certain traits from an ancient martial artist, traits that are often hidden within..."

Before Chu Tianliao could finish speaking, Chu Tianhua snatched the phone from his hand again.

"Xiao Mo, there are some things you don't need to know for now. We'll handle the report on this matter, so don't worry, it won't affect you."

Chu Tianhua rubbed his temples. This incident had already alarmed the three leaders in the Purple Gold Hall.

The report certainly can't be as perfunctory as before; it needs to be combined with some previous information to corroborate that Chen Mo is an ancient martial artist.

Fortunately, genetic testing proved that Chen Mo was indeed human, and a purebred Great Xia person at that.

Otherwise, this report would be even more difficult to write, and some tests might even be needed on Chen Mo himself.