Mo Xiangyu had been waiting outside the main hall, wondering what the outcome of this matter would be.
To tell the truth, whenever he faced Ye Xuan, he always had the feeling that Ye Xuan could see right through him, which completely disabled his ability to dance around with his words.
But Mo Xiangyu knew that this Mr. Ye was terrifying, extremely terrifying.
However, if Mr. Ye and Grandpa hadn’t come to an agreement, then he probably wouldn’t be able to leave this place alive today.
With this thought, Mo Xiangyu slightly relaxed.
Such a person had to either be on their side or... dead!
Only then could he feel at ease.
Given Grandpa’s temperament, if the negotiation hadn’t gone well, he would definitely have taken direct action and killed Mr. Ye!
Just as Mo Xiangyu was deep in thought, he noticed some movement.
Someone was coming from the Inner Hall.
It was his grandfather, Mo Yunli, and... Mr. Ye!
"Have you come to an agreement?" Mo Xiangyu was a bit surprised.
He had thought that the negotiation would have broken down.
Mo Xiangyu hurried forward, respectfully saying, "Grandfather, Mr. Ye."
Upon seeing Mo Xiangyu, Mo Yunli wished he could secretly send a message, but with Ye Xuan following closely behind, Mo Yunli felt a prickling sensation on his back and dared not make any subtle movements.
Mo Yunli could only pretend as if nothing was amiss, gently ’hm’-ing and waving his hand, "Go on with your duties; I’ll take Mr. Ye for a tour."
"Yes, Grandfather." Mo Xiangyu had no doubts and respectfully withdrew.
"Hold on," Ye Xuan spoke up indifferently.
Mo Xiangyu tensed up, his complexion turning a shade paler, "Is there anything else you want, Mr. Ye?"
Mo Yunli also stiffened, his palms sweating.
Ye Xuan looked at Mo Xiangyu, his expression calm as he said, "You seem very nervous?"
Mo Xiangyu’s face paled, his smile stiff, he stammered awkwardly, "Yes, I am."
Ye Xuan smiled slightly, "Young man, what’s there to be nervous about? I don’t bite."
With that, Ye Xuan said to Mo Yunli, "Family Head Mo, let’s continue our walk."
Mo Yunli and Mo Xiangyu silently breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Ye, please take your time," Mo Xiangyu said respectfully.
Mo Yunli resumed leading the way.
Ye Xuan followed behind Mo Yunli.
Mo Xiangyu watched as the two left.
The moment Ye Xuan and Mo Yunli disappeared at the end of his line of sight, Mo Xiangyu collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Grandfather, has he been taken hostage by Mr. Ye?!
He was very familiar with his own grandfather, and could detect even the subtlest changes.
Just now, he definitely felt that something was very wrong with Grandfather.
Also, the old butler was nowhere to be seen.
All of this suggested that the conversation took an unimaginable turn for the worse!
But how could his powerful grandfather be taken hostage by this Mr. Ye?!
And why had there been no reaction whatsoever from the strong warriors of the Mo family?
Mo Xiangyu didn’t understand what had happened, and he couldn’t figure out what was going on.
"No, I must report this to the Elder immediately!"
Mo Xiangyu tried to gather his strength, preparing to send the message.
However, the moment he stood up, he collapsed to the ground again, unconscious.
Meanwhile, Mo Yunli, on his way to the Mo family prison, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Ye Xuan continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.
Mo Yunli’s face was pale; he could only continue to lead the way.
He had just felt that terrifying Soul Power emerge once again.
For a moment, he was almost ready to kneel before Ye Xuan.
Even so, he felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, filling him with extreme terror.
Without having to think about it, he knew his grandson, Mo Xiangyu, must have been knocked out by Ye Xuan.
Mo Yunli’s heart trembled.
He couldn’t understand how Ye Xuan’s perception could have reached such a profound level.
To be honest, during his conversation with Mo Xiangyu just now, he himself couldn’t find any fault.
But Ye Xuan was as if he possessed the Eye of Heaven, able to peer into the true nature of everything!
"Are you going to ramble on?" Ye Xuan said coldly, hands in his pockets.
Mo Yunli’s heart trembled, and he could only quicken his pace.
After the little episode with Mo Xiangyu, Mo Yunli dared not make any small moves and directly led Ye Xuan deeper inside, entering the Mo family’s prison.
This prison of the Mo family was even more brutal than the four major prisons of the Emperor Immortal Sect.
It held many serious offenders, all subjected to the most extreme punishments.
But because cultivators have extremely resilient life forces, the pain they suffered was also extraordinarily horrific.
All along the way, there were piercing screams.
Intermittent and unceasing.
Ye Xuan, without a glance sideways, followed Mo Yunli to the deepest part of the Mo family’s prison.
After all, Mo Yun Chui was an exceptionally strong figure, and with his special identity, he naturally required special treatment.
"Mr. Ye, Mo Yun Chui is inside there."
A stick of incense later, Mo Yunli stopped walking and pointed towards the blood-colored prison in front of them.
That prison, completely shrouded in endless bloodshed, emitted waves of terrible blood stench as soon as one set foot in the area.
Ye Xuan muttered under his breath and gave Mo Yunli a sidelong glance, saying indifferently, "It seems you really hate your cousin."
The Blood Prison, a terrifying type of prison.
Within the Blood Prison, one’s blood would be continuously drained, and then the dirty blood would be injected back into the body before being drained again, in a constant cycle.
This cycle would completely destroy a cultivator’s physique, rendering them unable to cultivate ever again.
Clearly, Mo Yun Chui was imprisoned within that Blood Prison.
This Mo Yunli’s methods were truly cruel and ruthless.
Mo Yunli heard Ye Xuan’s words but dared not respond, his face incredibly pale.
Even at this moment, Mo Yunli felt afraid.
He was afraid that after rescuing Mo Yun Chui, Ye Xuan would imprison him in the Blood Prison.
He had deliberately imprisoned Mo Yun Chui here, considering the terrible nature of the Blood Prison and aware of the pain within.
If he were to be put inside, it would be agony beyond endurance!
"Here is the key," Mo Yunli said, taking out the key to the Blood Prison.
Ye Xuan, however, did not move and did not even give Mo Yunli a glance.
Seeing this, Mo Yunli had no choice but to go and open the Blood Prison himself.
When the Blood Prison was opened, a heavy sound slowly spread, causing one’s scalp to tingle.
The thick stench of blood that emerged was nausea-inducing.
Even Mo Yunli, this powerful figure, frowned at this moment.
Ye Xuan, on the other hand, appeared unfazed, his gaze fixed on the figure inside the Blood Prison.
It was a decrepit old man, skin and bones, withered as if a mummy, and on his shriveled body were various scars.
Clearly, before entering the Blood Prison, this man had been subjected to other forms of punishment.
This mummy-like decrepit old man, with disheveled hair, unrecognizable in his face, had limbs pierced and locked by chains—the wounds were horrific.
Ordinary people witnessing this scene would probably have covered their mouths in shock.
"It seems his condition is still not bad," Ye Xuan remarked softly.
As his words fell, the sound of chains jingled.
The decrepit old man slowly raised his head, peering at Ye Xuan through his disordered hair.
On catching sight of Ye Xuan, a flash of excited tears shimmered in the old man’s eyes, mixed with disbelief, as he seemed shocked to see Ye Xuan here.
"Ye... Mr. Ye..." the old man called out weakly.
Ye Xuan stepped into the Blood Prison, approached the old man, and said calmly, "You’ve disappointed me a bit."
Seemingly powerless, the old man hung his head low, and at Ye Xuan’s words, he couldn’t help but respond with a bitter smile, "I have made a fool of myself in front of Mr. Ye..."
The old man was Mo Yun Chui.
When they had last parted, Mo Yun Chui, followed by ten of his trusted subordinates and riding the ancient Qing Tian Peng, had arrived in the Southern Domain, leaving with a grandeur.
Who could have predicted that in just a few short months, Mo Yun Chui would have fallen to such a state?
It was a matter for sighs.
Ye Xuan glanced back coldly and asked, "Do I need to direct you on what to do?"
Mo Yunli’s heart quivered, and despite his reluctance, he had to act and remove the chains that locked Mo Yun Chui’s cultivation.
At the moment the chains were removed, there was a significant change in Mo Yun Chui’s aura.
The previously withered old man began to slowly recover.
Such was the extraordinary nature of a Saint Realm Great Power.
Even if his blood was completely drained, he could recreate blood and revitalize his physique.
After three breaths, Mo Yun Chui had not returned to perfect health, but he looked like a normal person again.
The instant he recovered, Mo Yun Chui gritted his teeth and turned his gaze toward Mo Yunli beside him.