Mo Yong opened the memorial in his hand, somewhat surprised: "You want to lead troops to garrison Kunlun Ruins."
The God Mingye frowned slightly: "Today, for some reason, the Kunlun Ruins barrier has weakened considerably. If this continues, the Kunlun Ruins barrier will disappear within two months. Without a strong garrison, I'm afraid there will be problems."
Kunlun Ruins is a place where the spirits of the six realms gather. It has a naturally formed array barrier, and only those of each race who are close to ascension can enter to undergo the ascension tribulation and the inner demon tribulation.
The rest of you cannot enter unless you reach the realm of a supreme god.
But today Mingye discovered that even Great Luo Golden Immortals could enter, which meant that the barrier was weakening. Mingye felt that this must be because of Yan Ruoruo's weak strength!
Once the barrier around Kunlun Ruins weakens to a certain extent, the Immortal Realm will inevitably send troops to garrison it, and he volunteered to do so.
Mo Yong, unaware of Ming Ye's ambition, pondered for a moment and said, "You will lead a general to guard Kunlun Ruins. Report any unusual activity immediately."
"I will obey the divine decree." Mingye bowed his head to receive the decree, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Being in a good position gives him an advantage; once the barrier around Kunlun Ruins becomes ineffective, that will be the day he takes action to seize Kunlun Ruins!
Just then, a fluffy little cat's head quietly peeked out from the entrance of the Taiji Hall.
Upon meeting Mo Yong's gaze, he quickly shrank back.
It was rare to see the domineering little girl in the family so timid, and Mo Yong's eyes filled with laughter: "Mingye, you may step back first."
Mingye naturally noticed the little girl peeking out of the palace gate. He inwardly despised Yan Ruoruo for her lack of manners, but he didn't show it on his face.
When he passed by Ruoruo, he even managed to maintain a respectful bow and greet her: "Greetings, Your Highnesses."
Ruoruo remembered him: "Ah! You're Ming Mengyao's father!"
Mingye's face twitched slightly, and he took a deep breath: "My daughter was quite rude a few days ago and offended Your Highness. I apologize to Your Highness on her behalf."
Having seen enough of the drama, and knowing that Ming Mengyao had already been punished by her brothers, Ruoruo naturally wouldn't hold it against her anymore: "It's okay, I forgive her now."
Mo Xuanshuang snorted and turned her head away.
Mo Jinyan couldn't help but cover his face with the tip of his wing. As the elder brother, he stepped forward and gave the standard answer to God Mingye: "It was all a misunderstanding that day. God, you don't need to take it to heart. Fairy Mengyao has a straightforward and lovely personality. We love her too much to bear it."
As the steps led down to his feet, the High God Mingye naturally followed them down: "Then I will not disturb you any longer, Your Highnesses. Farewell, Mingye."
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, Yan Ruoruo would drive him crazy.
The kitten tilted its head in confusion: "When did we start liking Ming Mengyao?"
"Mo Jinyan! You traitor!" Mo Xuanshuang slapped the floor with his tail, somewhat angry that he had spoken well of Ming Mengyao.
Mo Jinyan sighed helplessly: "Stupid tiger! This is called social etiquette! After all, God Mingye is an old minister of the Immortal Realm and has made many military achievements. His strength is second only to Father. He has already come to apologize, and you still give him a cold shoulder. Isn't that making an enemy? In the end, it's not a big deal. If we give each other a way out, we can turn the page."
Mo Xuanshuang couldn't possibly listen to these words; she just said unhappily, "You scheming, wicked phoenix, don't even think about making Ruoruo suffer."
"It's easy to make enemies but hard to resolve them. I'm doing this for Ruoruo's sake!" Mo Jinyan took a step back and shrank behind Ruoruo to prevent Mo Xuanshuang from making any more moves.
Seeing Ruoruo blocked at the door by a bird and a tiger, Mo Yong threw down the folded paper in his hand and his eyes turned slightly cold: "Shut up."
Mo Xuanshuang and Mo Jinyan reluctantly shut their mouths.
Ruoruo slowly and deliberately walked into the Taiji Hall, jumped nicely onto Mo Yong's lap, and nuzzled his palm with her head, sweetly and coquettishly meowing, "Meow, Father, Ruoruo missed you."
His soft and adorable daughter, Ruoruo, was so cute and coquettish that Mo Yongxin was completely charmed. He straightened Ruoruo's slightly crooked bow and said, "Now you know how to be coquettish, but you're quite domineering when you do things."
"Huh? Daddy, you already know?" Ruoruo's round cat eyes were watery and she looked incredibly innocent. "Ruoruo didn't do anything wrong on purpose."
“Once we take action, we are bound to make enemies. It’s better to nip it in the bud and prevent future troubles.” Mo Yong raised his eyes slightly and said, “Your strength was insufficient today, and those two demons escaped. You can’t blame yourself for that.”
Ruoruo's mind went blank for a moment, and her feigned expression instantly failed, revealing only a face full of astonishment.
"Third Brother said that what we did would cause trouble for Father and would be bad for the relationship between immortals and demons. Father doesn't blame me?"
Mo Yong looked down at him with a slight smile: "I am not dead yet, no one can bully you, and you don't need to swallow your pride to balance the relationship between the two realms. Moreover, you are a little prince of the immortal realm. If anyone offends you, they will be punished to maintain the dignity of the heavenly realm."
If one always swallows one's anger and acts with extreme caution, displaying a petty and narrow-minded attitude, others will think that the immortal realm is incompetent and afraid of the demon realm.
Mo Xuanshuang nodded vigorously: "Father is right, Third Brother is just timid, always afraid of this and that."
Mo Yong glanced at Mo Jinyan: "If he were really afraid, he wouldn't have spat out that phoenix fire."
Little Chubby Mo Jinyan kept his head down, not daring to look up.
The situation was urgent, and he had no choice but to take action; he couldn't just watch Zi Manqing actually hurt Ruoruo.
Ruoruo, fearing that Mo Yong would blame Mo Jinyan, cautiously used her cat paws to scratch Mo Yong's face, making him look at her.
"Father, don't be angry."
Mo Yong's gaze softened, and he patted Ruoruo's head: "Father is not angry. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer in vain. Your eldest brother has already personally led troops to the Demon Realm to seek justice for you."
Ruoruo blinked, feeling like she hadn't understood: "It was I who injured Zimanqing and Linye, not them who injured me."
She didn't lose a single hair, but Zi Manqing was disfigured and Lin Ye was seriously injured. Shouldn't it be Zi Manqing's father who comes to seek justice?
"You were just protecting yourself. They lost because they were less skilled. They should bear the consequences of the trouble they caused." Mo Yong was furious when he thought of the sword Ruoruo had contracted. "Take out that sword of yours and let me see it."
Ruoruo obediently took out the wooden sword and presented it.
The wooden sword has a mottled color and a dull, old appearance, making it look like a worn-out wooden sword that has been around for a long time.
It's fine for children to practice infusing spirits, but it's not worthy of being used as their natal spirit sword at all!
However, Ruoruo had already formed a natal spirit sword contract with this sword.
If this sword were to break, Ruoruo would inevitably be damaged as well. Even if Mo Yong disliked it, he could not destroy the sword.
"It was your father's oversight. He only thought that you were still young and did not cultivate the sword path, so he could choose a good one. He never thought of helping you to form a natal spirit sword. If he had known this would happen, he would have just used the Xuanyuan Sword as a substitute."
Mo Jinyan blinked his beady eyes. "Just make do?" Weapon grades are divided into spiritual weapons, magical weapons, immortal weapons, and divine weapons.
Divine artifacts are born of nature and contain the consciousness of the Great Dao. There are only a handful of them, and most of them already have owners.
Nowadays, even the gods on all paths are merely wielding magical artifacts.
That Xuanyuan Sword seems to be a semi-divine artifact, unmatched below the level of divine artifacts. Is that all you'll get?
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