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Yun Qianhao had a tenacious look in his eyes. If he had to sacrifice his father's life to become a cripple in a wheelchair for him to stand up, how could he take it?
"Since the relationship between you and your father is so deep, then pretend I didn't say anything. I won't make a move either. You can leave now." Du Shaomu waved his hand as he watched the father and son argue.
"No, please take my meridian and Dantian. I am Qianhao's father. I have the final say." Yun Zhenhai pleaded.
"If I say that I won't make a move, then I won't. You can leave." Du Shaomu waved his hand with a cold gaze.
"I'm begging Mr Mo to make a move, I'm begging Mr Mo!"
This was his only chance and hope. Three years had passed and he had no way out, he had searched through all the Pill Master, not even seeing a single hope, let alone finding one, now that it was thirty percent chance, it was his son's last hope to save his life. His eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth, his legs bent instantly as he kneeled on the ground and said: "I plead for Mr Mo to take action, in the future, this old life of mine, I am willing to be a horse for Mr Mo."
"Dad, don't!"
Yun Qianhao shouted. A man had gold under his knees, his father had never been able to lower his knees to anyone before. But now, because of him, he actually kneeled down.
If you want to kneel, then kneel at the door. I don't lack bulls and horses either, I've said that I won't do anything if I don't know how to do it. Even if you kneel for ten days straight, I won't do anything.
Du Shaomu waved his hand and directly walked into the inner hall with his hands behind his back. He was indifferent and ignored the father and son duo.
Watching Du Shaomu's back, Yun Zhenhai stood up and gritted his teeth as he said: "If that's the case, then I will kneel until Mr Mo takes action."
With that, Yun Zhenhai turned around and pushed open the door. Nangoong Xuewei and the two other medicine boys, who were waiting at the entrance, kneeled down in front of the surprised gazes.
"Father, get up."
Yun Qianhao pushed the wheel wheel wheel wheel out of the door with both of his hands. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore.
In the past three years, his father had traveled tens of thousands of miles just for him, and he had begged countless times.
That man who was originally so high-spirited and heroic was now kneeling outside someone else's door because of him.
"Qianhao, you are still young. As long as Mr Mo takes action, you have a thirty percent chance of standing up. That is worth it."
Yun Zhenhai smiled at his son and continued to kneel outside the door. He had already made up his mind and hoped that Mr Mo could make a move.
"Dad, your son is unfilial. If you don't want to get up, then your son will also kneel in front of you. I beg you to get up and also kneel in front of Mr Mo, begging him not to do anything."
"Bam!"
Yun Qianhao fell out of the door with his hands supporting his body. However, he immediately got up. His weak legs seemed to have shriveled up for the past three years. He knelt beside Yun Zhenhai with his hands supporting his body.
Watching his son fall to the ground, Yun Zhenhai's heart ached. He forced himself to look sideways and his eyes became even more determined.
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"Father, your son shall kneel with you. If you don't get up, I won't get up either."
Yun Qianhao smiled slightly with tears in his eyes.
Looking at the father and son duo, Nangoong Xuewei originally wanted to step forward to support them. After hesitating for a moment, she did not go up but asked Yun Zhenhai with a puzzled expression, "Mayor Yun, what are you doing?"
"I'm just asking for Mr Mo's help."
Yun Zhenhai did not say anything else. He knelt straight outside the door with a determined look on his haggard face.
A wry smile appeared on Nangoong Xuewei's face, and astonishment flashed across her eyes.
A moment later, Nangoong Xuewei went into the inner hall. Looking at Du Shaomu, who was sitting upright, a perfect curve appeared on the corner of her lips. With a slight smile, she whispered: "Mr Mo, City Lord Yun of Southcloud City and his son have been kneeling outside the door the entire time.
"So what if it's the master of Southcloud City? If he likes to kneel, then let him kneel. It doesn't matter."
How could Du Shaomu not understand the meaning behind Nangoong Xuewei's words? The status of the City Lord of Southcloud City was not low, but so what?
Nangoong Xuewei's expression did not reveal anything. The lord of the city did not pay any attention to her and this proved that Mr Mo was not an ordinary person.
After hesitating for a bit, Nangoong Xuewei smiled, and said: "Actually, this City Lord Yun and his son isn't simple either. City Lord Yun has always had a good reputation within the Dreamy Cloud Ninth City, he is loyal, upright, and lost his wife in childbirth; the father and son pair depend on each other for survival. Yun Qianhao stepped into the Martial Spiritual Stage when he was twelve years old, and was accepted as a direct disciple by the Heavenly Martial Sect elders at the age of thirteen.
With such a dazzling son, City Lord Yun has always been very happy in his heart. Unfortunately, three years ago, when Yun Qianhao competed with a senior, it was rumored that his meridians and dantian were injured by mistake and he was unable to recover his Heavenly Martial Sect, hence, he was unable to return it back to the Southcloud City. In the end, he was able to return it to the Southcloud City, but City Lord Yun had never given up.
His voice paused for a moment, and Nangoong Xuewei secretly sized up Du Shaomu's expression, seeing that Du Shaomu did not say anything, she continued: "But according to the information I obtained from Heavenly Pavilion, Yun Qianhao's character has always been following father, being righteous and honest, but because of this, he has offended someone in terms of Heavenly Martial Sect. Three years ago, he was set up by someone in the competition, and was even mercilessly killed, and is also a disciple of Heavenly Martial Sect.
"You wish for me to save Yun Qianhao?" Wu Tie looked at Nangoong Xuewei as he spoke.
"This is Mr Mo's decision. Mr Mo is the one in charge. If Mr Mo doesn't act, then Mr Mo will have his reason. Xuewei, you're exaggerating too much."
Nangoong Xuewei bowed, thinking that she had offended Mr Mo.
"As long as they like to kneel." Du Shaomu did not say anything.
Nangoong Xuewei didn't say anymore. She was quite moved by the Yun Family father and son duo, but she had no choice. Someone like Mr Mo wasn't someone that she could say anything about.
"Mr Mo, the young miss of the Jiang family has already handed over the examination fee of twenty million one grade spirit stones to the Heavenly Pavilion. I wonder when Mr Mo will want it?"
Nangoong Xuewei was a little surprised in her heart. From the way Jiang Huiyun went out, she seemed to have dealt with the cold poison in her body. Otherwise, she wouldn't have paid the twenty million grade one spirit stones.
"Let's leave it to you first. There's no rush."
Du Shaomu raised his brows and said to Nangoong Xuewei, "Tomorrow morning, that Ye Mingchao will definitely come back. At that time, let him kneel outside. If he can't kneel, then scram."
"…"
Nangoong Xuewei was hesitating on whether she should ask about Ye Mingchao leaving in a huff not too long ago. She didn't know how to start the conversation. Hearing Du Shaomu's words, she was flabbergasted.
"It's good that you came. I need a good medicinal cauldron and some medicinal ingredients. We'll settle the score then." Du Shaomu passed Nangoong Xuewei a list of the herbs required.
"When does Mr Mo want it?"
The master of Yueling City, Ye Mingchao, had left in a huff, but this Mr Mo had actually said that he would return tomorrow, and at that time, he had actually said that he would make him kneel outside the door.
As the lord of a city, if he were to leave in a huff, would he really return? Furthermore, did he even say that he would kneel when he wanted to?
"The sooner the better." Du Shaomu said.
"Alright."
Nangoong Xuewei didn't dare to hesitate and immediately went down to make the arrangements.
In less than two hours, Nangoong Xuewei had personally delivered the medicinal ingredients Du Shaomu needed as well as a medicinal cauldron.
The medicinal cauldron s all opened their arms and surrounded the two of them.
"This should be the best medicinal cauldron within the Dreamy Cloud City. Mr Mo will use it first."
Nangoong Xuewei did not say much. This medicinal cauldron was something that she had forcefully commandeered from the Dreamy Cloud City Earth Pavilion. It was indeed the best medicinal cauldron that she could find within the Dreamy Cloud City.