Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1182 - 1180: I Can’t Refuse This Invitation!

Xuan Clan.

Above the main hall.

Mo Ningxiang sat high at the center position, gazing at the crowd seated below, frowning tightly, her expression heavy.

"Clan Leader! You must not go."

"It's a trap."

"The Heavenly Clan clearly harbors ill intentions; inviting you at such a time must have ulterior motives."

"You must not agree to this invitation, I beg the Clan Leader to think thrice before acting."

Everyone was extraordinarily emotional; the speakers were all kneeling on the ground, clouded with worry and anxiety.

Since Mo Ningxiang assumed the position of Clan Leader.

With the help of Feng Qingshui, she gradually won the people's hearts. Not just because she bore the title of Mo Chen's daughter, but because she herself was intelligent.

After experiencing a series of upheavals, Xuan Clan gradually calmed down.

Strangely enough.

Since they sent the crippled Dongmen Nu back to the Heavenly Clan last time, the latter had remained completely silent.

Like a large stone dropped into a pond, causing barely a ripple.

This was clearly quite unusual.

And at the time, Mo Ningxiang was also organizing internal clan affairs, without leisure to consider elsewhere. So the Heavenly Clan's silence was a good thing for her, at least giving her time to adapt.

But now they suddenly attack.

Expected, yet unexpected.

Mo Ningxiang had long known that this day would come; she just hadn't expected it to be so sudden.

Having crippled Dongmen Nu, the Clan Leader of the Heavenly Clan, Dongmen Buju, certainly wouldn't let her go.

This was something she had already understood in her heart.

And she had long prepared for the consequences.

Yet upon hearing the news, her heart was inevitably disturbed and apprehensive.

After all.

She had just become Clan Leader of Xuan Clan not long ago.

After all.

The future destiny of Xuan Clan lay in her hands.

Looking at the excited crowd kneeling on the ground, spitting with fervor, raising their arms and shouting. She frowned slightly, glancing at Feng Qingshui beside her.

Feng Qingshui's expression was also extremely stern, frowning slightly, cold light flickering in his eyes. He hadn't noticed Mo Ningxiang's gaze until she called out did he suddenly come to his senses.

"Old Feng."

"Clan Leader."

"What do you think of this matter?"

With Lin Fan not around, Feng Qingshui was the person Mo Ningxiang trusted the most.

Though he bore some unavoidable responsibility for Mo Chen's death.

Yet one could see regret and remorse in his eyes.

The mouth may deceive, but the eyes never do.

Moreover, since assuming the position of Clan Leader, Mo Ningxiang had been diligently assisted by him, without a single ounce of slack.

Feng Qingshui's presence was the key to Mo Ningxiang swiftly taking over the entire Xuan Clan.

On hearing the question, he clasped his hands and bowed.

"Clan Leader, this matter is of great importance and must be carefully considered. If you ask me, this journey is like the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave, not to be undertaken lightly."

Feng Qingshui spoke slowly, maintaining the consensus opinion.

"I know your primary concern is surely my safety."

Mo Ningxiang sighed, casting a glance over the crowd.

"But this is the Clan Leader Conference of Sumeru Continent, where the eight Ancient Clans and Shennong, Nuwa, Fu Xi, and Xuanyuan all attend as per schedule. If I don't go, won't it make others laugh at our Xuan Clan?"

The Clan Leader Conference of Sumeru Continent was originally held once every ten years.

The last conference had just ended three years ago, far from reaching the ten-year mark.

Yet this time, the conference was initiated by Dongmen Buju of the Heavenly Clan.

Strictly speaking, this does not adhere to the rules.

But the Heavenly Clan's power is too strong; who dares ignore Dongmen Buju's call?

Those who refuse to attend are courting death!

Generally, only emergencies warrant gathering the clan leaders to confer, such as wars triggered by irreconcilable conflicts between two clans.

But now, the abrupt summons for clan leaders to attend is clear in purpose.

This is for Dongmen Nu, and targeted at the Xuan Clan!

Should we attend, we'll fall into Dongmen Buju's trap.

The clan leaders all know this implication, yet under Dongmen Buju and the Heavenly Clan's pressure, they can only comply.

But if Mo Ningxiang goes.

Danger is looming.

Entering the tiger's mouth.

No one knows what may happen.

The risk is immense.

If she meets misfortune at the conference, Xuan Clan may collapse entirely, disappearing from Sumeru Continent.

Xuan Clan members would all become slaves of the Heavenly Clan.

The cost is too great.

Once Mo Ningxiang's voice rang, the main hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at one another, their worried expressions more apparent.

On one side is the reputation of Xuan Clan, on the other its fate.

Choosing either side places Xuan Clan in peril.

Feng Qingshui took a deep breath.

"If the Clan Leader insists on going, then let me accompany you to the mountain."

"No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ningxiang firmly rejected.

Her eyes were remarkably determined, her gaze fiery.

"Clan Leader?"

Feng Qingshui was taken aback, not expecting Mo Ningxiang's resolute answer, her voice allowing no resistance.

"You... You intend to go alone?!"

His eye twitched, his jaw slightly trembling.

Mo Ningxiang nodded lightly.

"I know this trip is fraught with danger, unaware of what methods Dongmen Buju might use against me. This is precisely why Old Feng should not accompany me."

"Why?!"

"If you remain, it's the reassurance for Xuan Clan; under your leadership, Xuan Clan may still preserve some hope. If you accompany me, Xuan Clan is left unguarded; once Dongmen Buju strikes through deception, forces at the gates, Xuan Clan would be powerless to resist. Dongmen Buju is unlikely to expect me to venture alone, buying time as much as possible."

Mo Ningxiang, though young, was extraordinarily wise, and in considering matters, had foresight surpassing Feng Qingshui.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The crowd held unspeakable complexity in their hearts.

Sorrow.

Helplessness.

Despair.

Fear.

"It's settled then."

Mo Ningxiang slapped the armrest and stood up, her brilliance shining.

In that instant.

The crowd seemed to see the shadow of Mo Chen in her.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Even though Mo Ningxiang was a mere woman, she still bore the demeanor of Mo Chen.

Feng Qingshui's eyes widened, attempting to offer counsel.

"Clan Leader, you..."

"Old Feng, you don't need to persuade me, my mind is made up." Mo Ningxiang showed a sweet smile, her face still carrying youthful charm, yet her eyes had undertaken countless responsibilities. "But there is one thing I must trouble Old Feng to do."

"Just give the order."

"Find Lin Fan and inform him of this matter."

Feng Qingshui was stunned, realizing why Mo Ningxiang wouldn't let him follow.

Firstly, fearing the clan's defense would weaken, secondly, her unwavering trust in Lin Fan.

"If trouble arises, Brother Lin Fan will surely come to rescue me."

Mo Ningxiang tilted her head, smiling gently, showing two dimples.

At the mention of Lin Fan, her eyes lit up, becoming almost unrecognizable from the serious Clan Leader she was earlier.

"Yes, I understand."

Feng Qingshui clasped his hands, bowing quietly.