The Premier Star Eyes Mage

Chapter 12: When the Enemy Strikes

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively moved further away from Fang Yan, their eyes fixed on him as if he were a ferocious beast.

This infuriated Fang Yan, causing a taste of bitterness to rise in his throat. However, he managed to suppress it, preventing himself from spitting blood in front of the crowd.

The members of the Fang family stood close to Fang Yan and naturally caught a whiff of the foul odor emanating from his body.

What kind of birds are these?

They also wanted to keep their distance from Fang Yan, but they feared his retribution or some other form of punishment if he were to notice.

So Fang Yan hastily made his way back with the members of his family.

The onlookers soon realized there was nothing more to see and dispersed. Yun Mo accompanied Yun Patriarch back to their residence.

Within the grand hall, Yun Patriarch sat at the head with a stern expression, his gaze fixed on the woman in white standing before him.

"Leave us," he commanded, waving his hand to dismiss the idle spectators in the hall.

"Yes, my lord."

"What do you have to say?" Yun Patriarch inquired, his gaze piercing.

Yun Mo lifted her hand, and a cute, white fluffy ball appeared on her palm. "All of this started because of it," she said.

"What is going on?" Yun Patriarch furrowed his brows in confusion. He stood up, approached Yun Mo, and carefully examined the small fluff ball, but there was nothing particularly extraordinary about it.

Yun Mo, with a delicate face filled with frustration, complained, "This little fellow is a divine beast."

She couldn't afford to feed a divine beast without money or spiritual resources. If she kept this divine beast with her, wouldn't it starve to death?

Shock flickered in Yun Patriarch's eyes, and his emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

"Is this the divine beast rumored to appear in the Forest of Flame recently?"

Yun Mo pondered for a moment and nodded.

This was the first time Yun Patriarch had seen such a peculiar divine beast, which only fueled his skepticism. "Is it truly a divine beast?"

"Squeak!"

The little fluffy ball protested, releasing an overwhelming aura of a divine beast throughout the hall.

Yun Mo immediately tucked it back into the contract space and communicated sternly with her spiritual consciousness, "You are not allowed to reveal your divine beast aura without my command in the future!"

"Squeak," the fluffy ball responded, sounding aggrieved.

The tone of Yun Mo's voice was slightly cold as she said, "Since you have chosen me as your master, you cannot behave recklessly."

The little furry ball lowered its head and shrunk its neck.

Upon seeing this, Yun Mo's heart softened, and she spoke with emphasis, "Do you know how many people covet you? If your identity as a divine beast is revealed, countless people will come to take you away. You have signed a life-and-death contract with me, which means if I die, you cannot live."

"Right now, you are still in your juvenile stage, only able to confront people in the Spiritual Emperor's realm."

The little fluffy ball seemed to understand her words and ran over to rub against Yun Mo's spiritual consciousness body, emitting two squeaky sounds.

Yun Mo curled her lips and her expression softened.

"Mo'er, what about the divine beast?"

Yun Patriarch's words brought Yun Mo back to reality. Seeing his mixed expression of delight and worry, her heart warmed.

"Grandfather, I understand the importance of discretion. I won't easily let people discover that the little furry ball is a divine beast." Yun Mo reassured him.

Yun Patriarch sighed and stared deeply into her eyes. "In the past, grandfather always concealed your father's extraordinary talent, never allowing him to shine in front of others. It's been a regret for me."

"Grandfather has always been afraid of this and that, inadvertently restricting our freedom. In this world, only the strong are respected, and the strong uphold justice."

"Mo'er, you just freely unleash your brilliance. Grandfather will protect you from behind!"

Only now did he realize that the flourishing and arrogant Mo'er, who had cultivated her power, was truly extraordinary.

This was how the descendants of the Yun family should be!

Upon hearing this, Yun Mo looked up at the old man with half-white hair. Warm and indescribable emotions welled up in her heart.

"I will, Grandfather!"

Yun Mo had a long conversation with Yun Patriarch.

The next morning...

The Yun Mansion received an invitation from the royal family of the Kingdom of Great Chu.

The invitation fell into Yun Mo's hands. She held the invitation and began to recall the matters regarding the royal family of the Great Chu Kingdom.

"Miss, in the past, the Empress Dowager never invited you to the Hundred Flowers Banquet. What's different today?" Yueji frowned.

"It seems someone else has invited me," Yun Mo said, her lips curving into a slight smile.

Yueji looked at Yun Mo with confusion and innocence.

Yun Mo reached out and tapped Yueji's head lightly, saying with a laugh, "When the enemy comes, we must defend ourselves. Little Yueji, go prepare some paper and pens for me."

Yueji touched her forehead, feeling strange when she heard Yun Mo mention 'paper and pens'.

Miss never liked practicing calligraphy or reading books. She always claimed that it gave her a headache just thinking about it. Why is it different today? But in the end, she didn't ask out loud.

After Yueji brought the paper and pens, Yun Mo found an excuse to lock herself in the room and didn't come out for a long time.

Yun Mo picked up the brush and started painting and writing with a flowing and effortless motion.

If a rare runemaster were present, they would surely be shocked and amazed.

At first, her speed was a bit slow, but once she became familiar with it, the hand holding the brush moved so fast that it became a blurry shadow.

Yun Mo had been locked in her room for three days, barely stepping outside except to eat.

"You said she has been locking herself in her room these past few days, and even when you told her that the Third Prince Chu Yunheng had returned from the Forest of Flame, she didn't react at all?"

Yueji nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes, my lord, it seems that Miss doesn't care about the Third Prince anymore."

"It's good if Mo'er has figured it out," sighed the old Yun Patriarch deeply. Suddenly, he remembered something and turned to Yueji, asking, "Has Mon'er been studying during these few days?"

Yueji hesitated for a few seconds, remembering the scene of Miss's room filled with paper through the crack of the door, then nodded, "Yes."

"In that case..." The old Yun Patriarch's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

The old Yun Patriarch raised his arm and then crossed it behind his back. "Let's go. I want to see what that girl is up to!"

"Yes, my lord!" replied Yueji.

Yun Mo's attic was called the Cloud Pavilion. However, since it had been partially destroyed by Fang Yan a few days ago, she moved to a slightly smaller Cloud Gate Pavilion.

As for the repair costs of the Cloud Pavilion, it naturally fell on Fang Yan, the Clan Master of the Fang family.

Fang Yan could only grind his teeth and swallow his anger.

At the entrance of the Cloud Gate Pavilion...

"I'm here to see Miss Yun Mo. Let me in, please," a voice as melodious as a skylark sounded, and a woman in a white dress stood at the door, exuding a gentle and enchanting aura. Beside her were two maidens.

Yun Patriarch and Yueji happened to witness this scene.

"Miss Su, please wait a moment. Yun Qing has already gone to inform," the guard said.

One of the maidens put on an indignant expression and said, "Humph! How dare a mere guard stop our mistress! If it weren't for our mistress's pity for that useless person, who would bother associating with the useless people of the Yun Mansion!"

"That wastrel is heartless. He shamelessly abandoned our lady after encountering a fifth-tier spiritual beast!"