Yunlan looked at the man who had grabbed him and felt extremely nervous, but said lazily, "Who sent you? I've already told you that capturing me is useless. I haven't cultivated much, so I won't rebel."
After his father and mother died, because he was young, his uncle ascended the throne. People around him encouraged him to rebel, claiming that his uncle had killed his father and mother.
After clearing up the misunderstanding with his uncle, he fled far away.
Surprisingly, the number of people coming to look for him was still quite high.
These people had only two purposes in contacting him.
One reason was to use his name to rebel or to confront his uncle; the other was to kill him and then frame his uncle.
The person who came to arrest him at this moment looked dignified and extraordinary, with a cold and handsome face, and a luxurious and elegant silver-white robe.
He doesn't look like a top-tier assassin.
What was his purpose in searching for himself?
Yunlan sighed inwardly.
He didn't want to cause trouble for his uncle...
Hidden in the wide sleeves of his robe, he secretly held a dagger.
"I had dealings with your father. Before he passed away, he wrote to me, saying that if you are exceptionally talented but unruly and too young, he was afraid you would go astray and asked me to take care of you," Mo Yong said coldly.
Yunlan smiled and tugged at his sleeve: "You keep calling me 'this sovereign,' but the sovereign of the human realm is my uncle. Could it be that you are not a human?"
Ah, these platforms can't even come up with a better method. Why are their tactics getting clumsy and clumsy?
"I am Mo Yong, a divine lord of the Immortal Realm. You will then accompany me to the Immortal Realm to cultivate." Mo Yong felt that if he put the little thing on the ground, it might run away, so he kept carrying it.
Yunlan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "A Celestial God? Hahahaha..."
These people are incredibly audacious; they even dare to impersonate a deity.
"You don't want to leave with me?" Mo Yong asked.
Yunlan wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes. For a moment, the immortal seemed melancholy, but her smile carried an air of indifference: "Of course I'm willing."
Whoever this person is, his words mean he wants to take him away from the human world.
As long as he can leave the human world, those people will never be able to find him again, so it doesn't matter where he goes.
Yunlan felt a sharp pain in her temples, remembering how she had been used, causing her aunt to be injured and even nearly lose her unborn child...
He would be a menace if he stayed in the human realm. Whether he lives or dies, it's fine as long as he's not in the human realm.
Mo Yong nodded slightly, waved his sleeve, and activated the Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman. Yun Cheng's urgent voice came out from the talisman.
"Has the Divine Lord already found my nephew Yunlan?"
“Well, I have other important matters to attend to. I will take him back to the Immortal Realm first. Once he is promoted to High Immortal, I will have him return to you for a visit,” Mo Yong said.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Divine Lord."
Yunlan idly straightened his cuffs, pretending quite well. It was probably a sound cultivator over there who could speak in his uncle's voice.
Ha, a celestial being? The spiritual energy in the mortal realm is scarce, and there are no more than ten celestial beings. How could it be so easy?
He slowly replied, "Since you're going to guide me in my cultivation, should I call you Master?"
Mo Yong looked down at the boy's exceptional talent and decided to take him back to keep Mo Wuyu company. After all, fate had decreed that he would have no children, so he would just pick a few himself.
"From this day forward, you shall be Mo Yunlan, the Second Prince of the Immortal Realm."
Yunlan chuckled casually, "Yes, Father."
Are you addicted to pretending?
Mo Yong thought the boy was quite well-behaved, so he sent a message to the Divine Palace to prepare a palace for him and to reveal his identity to the immortals.
It wasn't until Mo Yongzhen led him through the Six Realms Path to the Immortal Realm that he arrived.
Mo Yunlan still looked somewhat dazed.
They actually made it to the Immortal Realm! Just who is this person, an immortal from any of the heavens within the Immortal Realm?
Then, they went directly through the Supreme Heaven to the Divine Palace of the Outer Heaven.
The immortals bowed to him, saying, "Welcome, Your Majesty, and pay your respects to the Second Prince."
Mo Yunlan felt a sense of unreality, as if her head was spinning and her feet were sinking...
Is this person really a god?
Which deity is going around picking up people and adopting them as sons?
After bringing him back, Mo Yong simply handed him over to Mo Wuyu: "I will immediately go into seclusion. Wuyu, you will take care of your younger brother for a while and then send him to the academy."
"Your son obeys," Mo Wuyu replied.
Mo Yunlan looked at the smiling prince of the immortal realm, who was also said to have been picked up, with a gentle smile, but felt a chill run down her spine.
Tell him directly that this person is not someone to be trifled with.
He proved to be right.
Mo Wuyu disciplined him very strictly. He could never win a fight, and if they argued, he would be silenced. He was forced to learn all the etiquette of the immortal realm every day, and his hands were almost broken from copying books.
"Father told you to take good care of me, but you're so strict with me. Aren't you afraid of hurting our brotherly relationship?" Mo Yunlan muttered.
Beneath Mo Wuyu's gentle smile lay a heart as cold and unshakable as a thousand-year-old icy pool: "How you see me is unimportant; I only need to carry out my father's orders."
Mo Yunlan was certain: this guy was a complete daddy's boy!
In order to escape his clutches as soon as possible, Mo Yunlan had no choice but to take things seriously. In just ten days, he learned everything he was supposed to learn and became qualified to go to the academy.
What Mo Wuyu learned in a full month, Mo Yunlan only took fourteen days. For the first four days, he didn't learn much at all, as he was mostly learning from his mistakes.
“Your talent is extraordinary, and your father will be pleased.” Mo Wuyu, however, felt nothing special.
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