Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol 1 By Mo Xiang Tong Xiu-pdfread.net

managing the household was First Lady Mo. This Madam Mo had never been
able to stand her little sister, and she scorned that sister’s bastard son. She
had a single son herself by the name of Mo Ziyuan—the one who had just
ransacked Mo Xuanyu’s house. When Mo Xuanyu first left with such
impressive fanfare, First Lady Mo had felt they now possessed something of
a family tie to that prominent cultivation sect and had hoped the cultivator
envoys would bring Mo Ziyuan along with them too. Of course, she had been
rejected, or rather, ignored.
free!
Duh. This wasn’t like selling cabbage in the markets: buy one, get one
Who knew where this family got its confidence? But they all possessed
a bizarre idea: they firmly believed that Mo Ziyuan had potential, that he had
talent, and that if he were the one who had gone with the cultivators, then he
would have been recognized for his worth for sure, unlike his failure of a
cousin. Although Mo Ziyuan had been young when Mo Xuanyu left, he had
been repeatedly indoctrinated to believe this nonsense without a single doubt.
Thus, he caught Mo Xuanyu every other day to humiliate him, cursing him
for having robbed him of his path to cultivation. Yet he remained enamored
with the talismans, the pills, and the little spiritual devices that had been
brought back from the cultivation sect and would take them all for himself,
breaking them as he willed. While Mo Xuanyu was often in the throes of
madness, he knew when he was being humiliated. He tried his best to endure
it, time and time again, but Mo Ziyuan’s behavior only worsened, practically
emptying the entire house. At last, Mo Xuanyu had enough. He finally
stammered a complaint to his uncle and aunt, which was why Mo Ziyuan had
come knocking today, looking for trouble.
The words on the paper were tiny and cramped. Wei Wuxian’s eyes
were sore from reading all this, and he thought to himself, What kind of
hellish life was he fucking living? No wonder Mo Xuanyu had preferred to
end it, offering his body to summon malicious ghosts to avenge himself.
After his eyeballs started feeling better, it became his head’s turn to
ache. Technically, the caster of the array had to mentally recite their wish. As
the evil spirit summoned, Wei Wuxian should have been able to hear the
details of his request. However, this forbidden magic had probably been
secretly copied off a book with missing pages; it was incomplete, and Mo
Xuanyu had missed that step. Although Wei Wuxian could guess that he most