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Xia Xiaoya's mother is named Modan, and she works as a manager in the Human Resources Department of the Royal Entertainment Club. This was something Xiao Yun later learned through indirect inquiries.
Xiao Yun did not expect that Xia Xiaoya had brought her mother to see the Flower Exhibition. He was also looking for an opportunity to see if he could learn more about the Royal Luxury Entertainment Club and its relationship with the Capital Flower Family by interacting with Modan.
He subconsciously activated his Spiritual Sense and took a look at Modan. To his shock, he discovered something unexpected—how could this be?
Xiao Yun noticed that on Modan's delicate and perfect bone structure, there was a thin silver thread wrapped around it. In reality, it wasn't just any silver thread; it was a type of collarbone silk.
Actually, Xiao Yun didn't fully understand what collarbone silk was. He had only learned about it from The Thirty-Six Techniques of Bone Painting and knew its significance.
This collarbone silk is made from snake tendons combined with witchcraft. Once it penetrates the human body, it automatically wraps around the bones and periodically contracts, causing immense pressure on the bones and excruciating pain, making one wish for death.
It is said that this collarbone silk was used by ancient sorcerers to control the women around them, ensuring they obeyed their every command.
Nowadays, very few people know the secret technique to produce collarbone silk.
Who had planted such a vicious collarbone silk inside Modan?
Thinking back to the Mind Control Cicada that had been placed on his grandfather Duan Haoran, as well as the Blood Curse on Ouyang Xiaomei and Luo Mingyue, he realized that some dark arts were still thriving in today's world.
However, despite the overwhelming shock in his heart, Xiao Yun did not let it show on his face.
He greeted Modan with a bright smile, saying, "Aunt Mo, hello!"
Modan responded with a smile but scanned Xiao Yun from head to toe with her eyes, much like a mother-in-law assessing her future son-in-law—her gaze was warm yet serious.
Xiao Yun felt a rush of heat all over his body, and a thin layer of sweat began to form on the tip of his nose.
Modan nodded and smiled, asking, "Xiao Yun, what do you do for a living?"
"Oh," Xiao Yun shrugged and said, "Aunt Mo, I don't have a job. In the past, I used to draw portraits in the park to make a little money for food. Later on, I became idle and couldn't do anything. Who knows, I might starve on the streets one day!"
His words made Modan laugh, but Xia Xiaoya was not pleased. She rolled her eyes and glared at him, saying, "Why do you have to belittle yourself in front of my mom?"
"Haha, the most humble are invincible!" Xiao Yun replied with a carefree laugh.
"You really annoy me!" Xia Xiaoya stomped her foot, left speechless by his antics.
In her heart, Xia Xiaoya thought, "You idiot! Don't you know I like you? Can't you act a bit more suave in front of my mom?"
Xia Xiaoya silently criticized Xiao Yun. She worried that her mother might look down on him after hearing his words.
Modan, however, was observing this young man with great interest.
After receiving information about Xiao Yun from Meng Xianghan, she had taken it seriously. From the information, she learned that Xiao Yun could not only draw but also heal people and had even destroyed a building with a single punch. Was he really just one person?
Later when she returned home, she learned from her daughter that Xiao Yun was particularly loyal and indeed a capable person. At Lu Jiutang's funeral, even the notorious gangster Hong Qichang, who usually strutted around the Galactic District, was forced to bow down before him.
In fact, before coming to the Flower Exhibition, Modan had already found out about the close relationship between Drunken Beauty Company and Xiao Yun. However, since he was unwilling to admit any connection with them now, she felt it was inappropriate to point it out.
"Xiao Ya, since Xiao Yun is here at the Flower Exhibition to help a friend, he must have many things to attend to. Let's not disturb him!" Modan said with a smile to her daughter.
Xia Xiaoya wanted to say something but was stopped by Modan. She then smiled at Xiao Yun and said, "Xiao Yun, I heard from Xiao Ya that you are his good friend. Uh, if you have time another day, I'd like to invite you over to our house. How does that sound?"
"Sure, Aunt Mo, as long as you have time, I'm always available!" Xiao Yun said with a smile.
His words finally satisfied Xia Xiaoya: "Hmph, at least you listen!"
Xiao Yun secretly sighed; how is this girl so much like Lulili? Are we really that close?
Just as Modan was pulling Xia Xiaoya away, Xiao Yun stepped forward and said, "Can we shake hands, Aunt Mo?"
Shake hands?
Modan didn't expect Xiao Yun to make such a request.
Xia Xiaoya was also taken aback; she didn't understand what Xiao Yun meant.
She quickly reached out her hand, looking at Xiao Yun like a little fox, and said, "I'll shake hands on behalf of my mom!"
"I want to shake hands with Aunt Mo!" Xiao Yun blocked Xia Xiaoya's hand.
Facing Xiao Yun's peculiar action, Modan smiled and extended her delicate, fair hand.
Xiao Yun grabbed her hand and took the opportunity to channel a strand of Heavenly Spirit Essence into her body. Under his Spiritual Sense, he saw his Heavenly Spirit Essence flickering with a faint Green Light, penetrating into her Bone.
The lock of collarbone energy wrapped around Modan's bones immediately loosened.
At that moment, Modan suddenly felt as if she were bathed in a spring breeze, experiencing an indescribable sense of comfort. Xiao Yun continued to channel several strands of Heavenly Spirit Essence into her.
"Aunt Mo, did you feel extremely comfortable when we shook hands?" Xiao Yun asked with a smile.
Modan felt a slight blush on her face and nodded repeatedly, saying somewhat incoherently, "Yes, it feels... very comfortable... really comfortable..."
She could never have imagined why she felt a sense of liberation from all restraints, and she didn't want to pull her hand away from Xiao Yun's grasp.
Meanwhile, Xia Xiaoya, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. What was going on here?
This guy was holding her mother's hand tightly and even asking if she was comfortable—what did that mean?
Uh, this beast couldn't possibly have feelings for my mother, could he?
"Beast, let go of her hand!" Xia Xiaoya exclaimed angrily, jealousy flaring up.
Xiao Yun had no choice but to release Modan's hand. He knew that just holding hands wouldn't remove the threads of the collarbone within her; he would have to wait for another opportunity to help her.
However, with her own Heavenly Spirit Essence, Modan would at least be protected for a long time and would no longer suffer from the pain of the collarbone threads contracting.
Modan criticized Xia Xiaoya, saying, "Xiao Ya, how can you speak to Xiao Yun like that?"
"Hmph, then why is he holding your hand so tightly? He must have ulterior motives..." Xia Xiaoya blurted out without any restraint.
Xiao Yun suddenly felt as if a cloud had passed over him.
What is this girl talking about? Am I really that lewd?
Noticing Xiao Yun's awkward expression, Modan smiled wryly and said, "Xiao Yun, please don't take it personally. My daughter has been spoiled by me and speaks without thinking..."
"Aunt Mo, it's okay!" Xiao Yun replied with a smile.
"Modan" pulled "Xia Xiaoya" and said, "Daughter, let's go look somewhere else!"
"Modan" and "Xiao Yun" bid farewell, but "Xia Xiaoya" shot a fierce glare at "Xiao Yun." The mother and daughter walked into the "Flower Hall," blending into the ever-growing crowd.
Watching the graceful figures of "Modan" and her daughter disappear, "Xiao Yun" suddenly felt a pang of sadness. He could see from the "Qi Mechanism" surrounding "Modan" that she was a good woman harboring many unspoken frustrations and pains. Unfortunately, "Xia Xiaoya" seemed completely unaware of her mother's struggles; perhaps she felt immense pride in having such a capable mother who provided her with a comfortable life.
Standing outside the entrance of the "Flower Exhibition," "Xiao Yun" remained silent for a moment, just as he was about to leave when a clear voice called out from behind, "Handsome guy, please wait!"
Turning around, he saw three people standing before him.
At the forefront was a stunning beauty in her thirties, draped in a bright red cloak. Her hair was loosely tied back, and her oval-shaped face featured eyes like pearls and a nose resembling a delicate flower. She wore light makeup, with a black velvet top tightly cinched at her waist and deep blue leggings that perfectly showcased her curvy hips and long legs.
Behind her stood a beautiful middle-aged nun dressed in traditional garments, holding a cigarette; the other was an elderly Taoist priest who appeared to be over seventy years old. His hair and beard were white as snow, yet his complexion was rosy, exuding vitality with sharp eyes full of spirit.
In "Xiao Yun's" spiritual sense, the strong "Qi Mechanism" surrounding these three individuals indicated they were not ordinary people.
At a glance, "Xiao Yun" recognized that all three were masters from the "Ancient Martial Arts Sect."
Looking at the stunning beauty, "Xiao Yun" smiled and asked, "What can I do for you, miss?"
The beautiful woman surveyed "Xiao Yun" with her enchanting eyes and giggled, "Handsome guy, it's rare to see someone with such an ethereal aura; you must not be an ordinary person. You're quite handsome too; I can't help but take a liking to you!"
The middle-aged nun and the old Taoist priest laughed in agreement.
"Fairy of Mist and Haze," the old Taoist teased with a grin, "Could it be that you've truly fallen for him? Are you thinking of an old cow eating tender grass?"
Uh, what is this woman's name? Fairy of Mist and Haze?
How does it sound like the nicknames of characters in a mythological novel?
Xiao Yun was at a loss for words, seeing the stunning beauty slap the old Daoist on the head and laughingly scold him, "Little Brother, you have quite the nerve to joke about your sister in broad daylight!"
Then he heard the Middle-Aged Nun take a puff and laugh, "That was a good slap, who told this old Daoist to speak nonsense!"
What kind of people are these?
This beautiful woman actually called a seventy-year-old Daoist "Little Brother," while the nun in her forties referred to her as "Aunt."
Xiao Yun stood there dumbfounded.
"Hey kid, come here, let's shake hands and be friends!" The beautiful woman grabbed Xiao Yun's hand tightly and said, "I am Yuwen Lianyan. People say I have the beauty that can close the moon and shatter flowers, with looks that can sink fish and fall birds. I am as beautiful as a celestial being. When I go out, I have to notify the traffic police in advance; otherwise, the streets will be blocked with people staring at me. That's why someone gave me the nickname Fairy of Mist and Haze! Uh, tell me, what's your name?"
Xiao Yun felt a bit overwhelmed; in this woman's eyes, he had gone from handsome guy to little kid in an instant.
"Oh, my name is Xiao Yun. The other two are..."
Yuwen Lianyan quickly introduced him: "These two are monks; their names have long been forgotten. By the way, you can call this smelly Daoist Tree Hollow Daoist since he likes to sleep in tree hollows; uh, and this nun loves to smoke, so everyone calls her Incense Cigarette Nun!"
These three nicknames are quite distinctive: Fairy of Mist and Haze, Tree Hollow Daoist, Incense Cigarette Nun.
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