Yin Chengren kowtowed frantically, looking terrified, and racked his brains to make excuses: "My Lord, I... I've always treated Ruoruo well... Today, I disciplined her strictly because she made a mistake. I... I did it all for her own good..."
Mo Yong's eyes were sinister, and his spiritual power was surging uncontrollably within him, but he forcibly suppressed it for fear of hurting Ruoruo.
He commanded in a harsh voice, "Lingxi, cut off one of his hands."
The attendant Lingxi coldly slashed down with her sword.
Yin Chengren screamed as his arm flew off, blood streaming down his face. He clutched his shoulder and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
The scream startled Yan Ruoruo, who looked up blankly.
Mo Yong raised a barrier in his palm, separating Yan Ruoruo from the outside world, and his palm gathered abundant spiritual power to soothe Ruoruo.
The other elders of the Yin family, seeing Yin Chengren and his son crippled and dead respectively, turned pale, their clothes soaked with cold sweat, and trembled with fear: "Divine Lord, we know nothing. This was all Yin Chengren bullying the young prince, it has nothing to do with us."
Yin Chengren glared at them with bloodshot eyes: "You, everything you eat and drink was obtained by me using Yan Ruoruo's blood to refine pills! And now you want to shirk responsibility?"
"My Lord, they forced me to do this. Yan Ruoruo is my sister's own daughter. I couldn't bear to part with her either. It was them..."
"You're talking nonsense!" The First Elder, fearing that Yin Chengren would implicate him, transformed into his hyena form and lunged at him, intending to kill him and shut him up.
Yin Chengren, not to be outdone, reverted to his original form, and the two sides fought like dogs, instantly turning into a melee.
"Your Majesty, what should we do with these people?" Lingxi asked with a look of disgust.
Mo Yong stroked the wound under Yan Ruoruo's soft cat paws, which had just been healed and scabbed over by his spiritual power: "Find out how they treated Ruoruo, and I will make them pay a hundredfold."
"Yes!" Lingxi waved her hand, and several more armored and armed immortal soldiers appeared behind her, gagging the Yin family members and taking them away for questioning one by one.
Yan Ruoruo's paws were tickled from being touched, but she resisted the urge to pull them back, and just looked at Mo Yong with admiration.
This guy is amazing. He not only saved himself from Yin Dalang, but also captured all the bad guys.
In the past, she would have been beaten, kicked, and whipped.
Mo Yong met her adoring gaze, his heart softened, and his usually cold eyes became much gentler: "Ruo Ruo, I am your father. Your father has come to take you away. From now on, no one will be able to bully you anymore."
Yan Ruoruo became frightened when she heard that the man called her Father wanted to take her away.
The tiny kitten, no bigger than a palm, struggled in Mo Yong's hands and said in a childish voice, "I want to wait for my mother to come back. If I leave, my mother won't be able to find me when she comes back."
Everyone said that her mother was dead, but Ruoruo didn't believe these bad people. She only believed her mother's words, which said that her mother would definitely come back.
Mo Yong closed his eyes slightly to hide the sadness in them: "Your mother... has something to do and can't come back, so she can only ask your father to come and pick you up."
"Really?" Yan Ruoruo pouted, somewhat doubtful.
Mo Yong avoided the longing look in the kitten's eyes: "Really."
"Great! I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me!" Yan Ruoruo happily wagged her tail.
Mo Yong patted her head: "Take your eggshell with you, your father will take you to see your mother."
The eggshell of a nine-tailed cat is the best source of spiritual nourishment for kittens, who grow up sleeping inside their own eggshells.
Yan Ruoruo jumped out of Mo Yong's palm and led the way. They passed through the magnificent main hall and the flower-filled courtyard, and the more they walked, the more overgrown the weeds became. Finally, they arrived at a small, dilapidated thatched hut.
The thatched hut's door was completely broken and lying on the ground. As soon as Mo Yong stepped inside, the dilapidated roof almost pressed down on his head, and when he looked up, he could even see the glaring sunlight outside.
A hint of murderous intent flashed across Mo Yong's cold and handsome face. The Yin family had gone too far!
Such a dilapidated and cramped place cannot even provide shelter from the wind and rain, let alone spiritual energy.
They make money by refining pills from Ruoruo's blood, but they won't even give Ruoruo a room or a bed, and they still have the nerve to argue that it's for their daughter's good.
The short-legged kitten, unaware of the murderous intent spreading in Mo Yong's heart, used its two pink little paws to pry open the straw nest in the corner of the wall and began digging.
The beautiful, soft paws of the kitten were covered in brown mud, turning the little white kitten into a little tabby cat.
Mo Yong decisively scooped up the kitten and used magic to retrieve the object buried in the soil.
"Mmm! Amazing!" The kitten Mo Tong stared wide-eyed as the eggshell, which it had painstakingly dug for several days to bury, was suddenly unearthed.
Yan Ruoruo cherished the eggshell dearly and timidly sat in Mo Yong's palm, looking at him with trepidation.
He probably wouldn't steal his own eggshell like Yin Chengren did, would he?
Mo Yong looked at the dirty kitten and eggshell covered in mud and felt a pang of heartache. A stream of water flowed over the kitten carrying the eggshell, instantly washing the kitten and the eggshell clean.
A warm breeze blew, and the kitten's fur became dry and fluffy. Its soft, white fur was like clouds in the sky, soft and lovely.
Mo Yong used the softest and most precious silk gauze to thickly line the eggshell, and then put the kitten inside.
Yan Ruoruo stepped on the soft cushion, her withered meridians being nourished by the spiritual energy of the eggshell. Enjoying it, she squinted her eyes and rubbed against Mo Yong's fingers, which were still there. She made two sweet and soft meows: "You're so nice."
Mo Yong's fingers froze instantly on the edge of the eggshell, afraid to move, lest he scare away the kitten that was trying to be affectionate.
He protected Yan Ruoruo inside the eggshell and returned to the divine palace.
The divine palace stands high atop the nine heavens, with white jade steps rising from the clouds, surrounded by ethereal mist and spiritual energy.
Silver dragons coiled around pillars, cranes guarded the steps, and elegant spiritual flowers and gems were scattered across the steps. Spiritual servants and celestial slaves stood in neat rows, bowing their heads in greeting: "Welcome, Divine Lord, welcome, Your Highness."
Ruoruo lay on the edge of the eggshell, warily peeking out only her beautiful eyes.
My gaze swept past the crowd, but was drawn more to the cranes on both sides.
The kitten drooled. "What a big bird! It would taste delicious roasted."
Yan Ruoruo started to feel her teeth were a little itchy and needed to rub them against a bird's neck.
Then Yan Ruoruo's stomach started making uncontrollable gurgling noises.
Mo Yong looked down: "Hungry?"
The kitten immediately curled up, skillfully tucking its tail under its flat belly: "Ruo Ruo just ate, so you don't have to eat now. Press your tail against your belly and you won't meow."
What if this man called Father dislikes her for eating too much and doesn't take her to find her mother?
Although it said it wasn't hungry, its cat-like eyes kept darting around the crane.
Lingxi, listening from the side, felt a pang of pity. This was the only child of the God, who should have grown up in a life of luxury. How could he not even be able to eat?
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