Urban Grand Heavenly Immortal

The Little Pang that Mo Huasong mentioned was an Immortal King that used to follow him in the Lan Yun System.

Little Pang had a relatively long cultivation time. When Mo Huasong had first arrived in the Lan Yun System, Little Pang was already an Immortal King, but his strength was far inferior to Mo Huasong's.

Mo Huasong's most impressive status was that of a Heavenly Immortal Artisan, capable of crafting Supreme Divine Weapons.

So, Little Pang decided to become Mo Huasong's disciple in the hopes of obtaining a Magical Treasure crafted by Mo Huasong himself.

No matter how capable Mo Huasong was, he still needed subordinates and followers to handle his affairs.

Mo Huasong was rather sentimental, and thus he usually chose disciples who came from Earth.

To thoroughly understand his disciples, Mo Huasong required them to disclose everything about themselves.

Thus, Mo Huasong knew that Little Pang came from the Pang Family Villa in Zhanshai City, a Martial Arts Sect.

According to what Little Pang had said in the past, by this time, he would have left Earth for many years. He wondered if the servant boy who had always followed Little Pang was still around?

Since he was reborn, he might as well visit the family of Little Pang.

Little Pang had once mentioned during a chat that he had left for the Cultivation Realm in a rush, not having the time to settle matters with his family. He expressed hopes that if any Immortal ever returned to Earth, they could help him reveal some secrets to the Pang Family Villa to prevent his family from falling into decline.

Anyone able to make it to the Cultivation Realm was the most capable member of their respective family, holding the family's most powerful and crucial belongings.

If they entered the Cultivation Realm without leaving any instructions, their family would suffer a great loss.

Little Pang was very obedient when he was with Mo Huasong in the Lan Yun System. Mo Huasong felt that he should help the Pang Family Villa.

But when Mo Huasong approached the Pang Family Villa, two men dressed in black suddenly appeared at the gate. "Who are you? What do you want? This is the Pang Family Villa, no trespassing allowed. Last time a young master from another family drunk drove and knocked down the small tree in front of our gate, he had to kneel here for three days."

The man on the right coldly stared at Mo Huasong, his eyes sharp. The caution in his demeanor contained a terrifying aura.

If Liu Shui saw this man, he would be shocked.

Because this man was actually a fourth tier Acquired Martial Artist. Liu Shui was known as a standout fighter within the Yi Xing Sect. However, this Pang Family Villa had gatekeepers with such high martial arts abilities, had martial art masters become as common as dogs?

Or could it be said that this Pang Family Villa was extremely formidable and powerful?

"I just came to the Pang Family Villa to look for someone." Mo Huasong glanced at the villa in front of him.

The estate seemed somewhat run-down, surrounded by walls and barbed wire with a sense of forbidding menace.

"Looking for someone?' The man hesitated, gave Mo Huasong a few evaluating looks, then asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Do you know Pang Xinliang? I am his friend." The Immortal King Little Pang that was with him back then was named Pang Xinliang. Mo Huasong felt it inappropriate to say he was Pang Xinliang's master. After all, this was the Pang Family Villa, he wouldn't want to embarrass Pang Xinliang.

The man thought for a moment and shook his head, "It seems that there is no one by the name of Pang Xinliang here?"

"You don't know Pang Xinliang? Is Little Pang still here then?" Mo Huasong continued to inquire. Pang Xinliang was not referred to as Little Pang at the Pang Family Villa. He used to be their ancestor.

And that servant boy who was always with Pang Xinliang was the one called Little Pang. After so many years, he wondered if Little Pang was still alive?

According to his estimations, it seemed more than a hundred years had passed. The person Mo Huasong was looking for now was the young servant boy who used to be by Pang Xinliang's side.

"Little Pang?" The man was somewhat exasperated. "Everyone here in the Pang Family Villa is surnamed Pang. What's the name of this Little Pang you're talking about?"

"The name of Little Pang?" Mo Huasong scratched his head in thought, then blurted out, "I've remembered. He's nicknamed Little Pong Zi (Little Plate), but his real name is Pang Xiangliang."

"Pang Xiangliang?" The man's face dramatically changed, "Insolent, you dare to call our ancestor by his name directly, and even give our ancestor a nickname?"

Another man, upon hearing Mo Huasong call their ancestor "Little Plate," was shaking with anger. "Don't bother talking to him any more, capture him and report this to the Manor Master."

"Alright." Before he finished speaking, the man pounced on Mo Huasong. He saw his hands as claw-like, emitting a terrifying Qi Blade.

The other man worried Mo Huasong might escape, jumped to block his way. He raised his right hand, and a powerful Wind Blade swept towards Mo Huasong, causing sand and stones to swirl up from the ground.

Their coordinated encircling attack, deftly executed from both front and rear, rendered their opponent hard-pressed, quite superior to the Liu Men's brothers.

"Hmph." Mo Huasong snorted. The two doormen of the Pang Family Villa felt a pain and flew backward for over ten meters.

There were two "Pah-Pah" sounds; shockingly, they landed simultaneously without missing a beat.

If it were not for Mo Huasong's consideration for their being descendants of Little Pang, he would have been ruthless from the beginning.

"Not good, there's an enemy invading the Manor." The two guards knew they were up against a formidable opponent. They did not dare strike again, and hurriedly pulled out flares to shoot into the sky.

With two "Bang-Bang" sounds, red lights illuminated the sky.

Mo Huasong did not strike back but simply looked at them with a dismissive expression, "So Little Pang, Pang Xiangliang, is now considered an ancestor of the Pang Family Villa?"

As long as Little Pang was still alive, then the situation could be easily resolved.

Pang Xinliang used to say that he had been cultivating in the back mountain for many years and hadn't managed the Villa's affairs. Most issues were handled and coordinated by Little Pang.

"Kid, you will greatly regret uttering such words," The two men, filled with indignation, picked themselves up from the ground.

Pang Xiangliang was their most revered ancestor. Now that Mo Huasong was directly calling him "Little Plate," how could they not get angry?

If they could defeat Mo Huasong, they would have dashed up to chop him into a thousand and one pieces long ago.

"Pang Jiang, what's going on?" A stern voice came from behind. A thin middle-aged man, followed by a group of muscular experts holding swords, ran towards them.

The guard named Pang Jiang, seeing the Pang Family Villa's steward, Pang Yishan, arriving, hurriedly relayed everything that had just happened, "Steward Pang, you're just in time. This man came to our Villa and called our ancestor a nickname. It's infuriating."

After hearing what Pang Jiang said, Pang Yishan was also trembling with anger, he pointed at Mo Huasong and shouted, "Who are you? Are you trying to provoke the authority of the Pang Family Villa?"

Pang Yishan did not act impetuously like Pang Jiang but instead chose to inquire about Mo Huasong's background.

After all, anyone who dared to make trouble single-handedly at their Villa must have some backing.

However, no matter who the other party was, Pang Yishan would give him a lesson.

With this in mind, Pang Yishan lifted his head and fixed his gaze on Mo Huasong. He then began to mobilize his Inner Strength, causing the surrounding air to whistle.

The other dozen or so experts of the Pang Family Villa also entered a state of battle readiness. As soon as Pang Yishan gave the command, they would rush up to capture Mo Huasong.

They all knew that their ancestor, Pang Xiangliang, was regarded as a deity in their hearts. How could they tolerate anyone showing contempt? And to call him "Little Plate"?

"Just bring out Little Pang, or else I won't be polite." Mo Huasong didn't want to waste time talking to these lackeys.

Even Pang Xiangliang's master, Pang Xinliang, who always acted servile in front of him, wasn't worth his attention, let alone these inferior servants.

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