Wandering Swordsman |

Upon hearing these words, Shen Tianxing frowned, a hint of disappointment and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

The old lady's face grew even darker, and she said coldly, "Since that's the case, then it's best this way. Anyway, you were born to a lowly servant and are not worthy of the name Shen Family Village."

Upon hearing this, Shen Tianxing's face turned ashen. He roared furiously, "Shut up!" His voice echoed throughout the hall, carrying an undeniable authority and anger.

Shen Mo's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and he immediately released a wisp of demonic energy, which instantly formed an invisible pressure that spread outwards.

He took two steps forward, his gaze fixed firmly on the old woman, his tone unwavering in his resolve: "I respect you as an elder, and we are related by blood, so I'll give you some face. But if you dare call my mother a lowly servant again, then today, Shen Family Village will perish!"

Shen Mo's voice was deep and powerful, each word striking like a heavy hammer into everyone's heart. His eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent, and his entire being exuded a terrifying aura. Lin, the head guard, unconsciously took a step back, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, as if a storm was about to erupt.

At this moment, Lin, the head guard, could never have imagined that Shen Mo's martial arts skills were so unfathomable.

Upon hearing Shen Mo's warning, the old lady and Shen Tianxing felt a sudden pang of unease, as if Shen Mo would carry out his words. The old lady's expression changed slightly. Although she remained relentless and showed no fear, she did not mention the words "lowly servant" again.

The old woman gritted her teeth and said, "You brat! I'm your elder, how dare you speak to me like that! But do you think you can threaten our Shen Family Village all by yourself?"

Shen Mo gave a cold laugh, his gaze still resolute. "I alone am enough!" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable determination. The coldness and resolve in his eyes sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Seeing this, Shen Tianxing quickly stood up, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "Shen Mo, calm down and listen to your grandfather." His voice was deep but full of authority, trying to calm Shen Mo down. He knew that any conflict at this moment could have unpredictable consequences.

"I know you have deep feelings for your mother, and I understand why you are so angry," Shen Tianxing said slowly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and concern.

After a pause, Shen Tianxing sighed and said softly, "Since you have clearly refused to acknowledge that you are of the Shen family bloodline, I respect your choice. I was not doing well after I learned of your parents' passing not long ago. As your grandfather, I felt very guilty. I want to give you some compensation, hoping to make up for the regrets of these past years."

Shen Tianxing took out ten silver notes from his pocket and handed them to Shen Mo. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if each note carried the weight of his years of hard work and expectations. "How can you roam the martial world without money? I hope you can take these with you." Shen Tianxing's voice was deep and full of concern, every word revealing his worry and care.

Seeing that Shen Mo did not react, Shen Tianxing continued, "Shen Mo, this is not just money, but also your grandfather's heartfelt wish for you. The world is dangerous, and with this support, it will be easier for you to solve problems. Therefore, your grandfather still hopes that you will accept it." Shen Tianxing said earnestly, his eyes filled with care and expectation for Shen Mo.

Looking at the silver notes in Shen Tianxing's hand, Shen Mo felt a complex mix of emotions. He might not know the exact value of those notes, but he knew what accepting them meant. It wasn't just material compensation, but also a sense of acceptance and dependence. However, he had come here solely to seek information about his parents, not for material assistance.

Shen Mo shook his head, his gaze firm. "Master Shen, I appreciate your kind intentions, but these things are meaningless to me. I came here only to learn about my parents, not to get your silver notes."

Shen Tianxing frowned slightly, clearly not expecting Shen Mo to refuse so resolutely. Just then, the old lady continued her rude remarks from the side: "Hmph, just like your mother, ungrateful!"

Shen Mo ignored the old lady's sarcasm, treating it as if it were nothing. He knew that the most important thing at this moment was to remain calm and not let anyone interfere with his inner peace. He took a deep breath, looked firmly at Shen Tianxing, made a farewell gesture, and then, without waiting for Shen Tianxing's response, immediately turned and left the hall. Every step Shen Mo took at this moment seemed firm and powerful, as if he had made up his mind and would never look back.

Watching Shen Mo's departing figure, Shen Tianxing's eyes revealed a trace of sorrow. Like father, like son; Shen Mo's father was the same way back then, once he made a decision, he would stick to it to the end, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead. Despite his reluctance and worries, he couldn't change his son's mind. A complex mix of emotions welled up in Shen Tianxing's heart, a mixture of guilt towards his son and helplessness towards his grandson.

A flicker of reminiscence crossed Shen Tianxing's eyes, as if he were seeing his equally stubborn son from years ago, who had disregarded everything for love and left Shen Family Village with the Wen family. Now, a similar scene was playing out again, only this time the protagonist was his own grandson.

The atmosphere in the hall was unusually heavy. The old lady's face remained gloomy, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction and disdain. After Shen Mo left, she didn't say anything more, but instead had the middle-aged man help her back to her room. A slight, disdainful smile played on her lips as she said with satisfaction, "Hmph, that ungrateful brat, it's good he's gone, saves him from making a fool of himself here."

The middle-aged man gently held the old woman's arm and said softly, "Mother, why are you so angry? No matter what, that child is still your grandson."

The old woman snorted coldly, her voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Grandson? I will never acknowledge such an ungrateful child."

As Shen Mo stepped out of the gates of Shen Family Village, a cool breeze blew in, instantly refreshing him. He took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and relief.

Then, Shen Mo gazed at the end of the street and paused for a moment. At this moment, Shen Mo had already decided that he would first go to Wudang to find Master Zhang and fulfill the three-year-long promise that was delayed, and then go to Luoyang to find Murong Qing.

Just then, the middle-aged man who had already escorted the old lady back to her room rushed out and called out to him. "Wait!" The middle-aged man's voice was gentle yet urgent.

Shen Mo stopped and turned to look at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with doubt and wariness.