If an ordinary person were forced to be stared at by this middle-aged man, they would probably already be timid in their hearts.
But after Fang Yuan glanced at him, he lost interest, refocused his attention on the food and dishes on the table, and treated this middle-aged man beside him as a transparent person.
"Who is that person? Dressed as a domestic slave and not a Gu Master, to actually dare question young master Fang Yuan?" A tavern waiter, seeing the situation was not good, shrank in the corner and asked in puzzlement.
"Hmph, he is a fox exploiting a tiger's might. One look and you can tell he is a powerful slave of the Mo family, relying on the backing behind him, which gives him the guts to clamor at a Lord Gu Master. If it were any other mortal, who would have this courage." Someone beside him sneered disdainfully.
"Even so, but for a mere mortal to dare shout and yell at a Gu Master. Tsk tsk, such an experience must be very satisfying."
"Tch, you shouldn't view Gu Masters as too amazing either. Young master Fang Yuan is only Rank 1 initial stage and has just refined his vital Gu. If they really fight, he might not necessarily be able to beat this firmly built mortal with good skills."
"Sigh, I just hope when they fight in a while, they don't break the things in our tavern."
The waiters exchanged words one by one, all not daring to go forward, only daring to shrink their heads and look around.
"Eh? You actually still have the mood to continue eating and drinking." Seeing that these words of his did not frighten Fang Yuan, a cold glint flickered in the tall and sturdy middle-aged man's eyes. "Did you think I was lying to you? Right now someone has already gone to inform the eldest miss, and she will be able to rush over in less than a moment. Kid, don't think about running. Of course you can't run either, I am exactly here to keep an eye on you. Later you will have your fill of suffering."
Fang Yuan turned a deaf ear, continuing to eat his food and dishes.
The middle-aged slave frowned. He did not see the slightest bit of fear or panic on Fang Yuan's face. This made him feel a sense of being ignored, a feeling that his dignity had been offended.
He had been a domestic slave in the Mo family for over a decade and was quite trusted by his masters. Having been in contact for a long time, he also knew some general situations regarding Gu Masters.
For a Rank 1 initial stage Gu Master, martial combat mostly still relied on fists and feet. In battle, the deterrent effect of a Gu insect far outweighed its actual effect.
Especially since he knew that a youth Gu Master like Fang Yuan had just begun his cultivation, and his own physical strength was far inferior to someone in their prime like himself. If they competed in fists and feet, with his long-term training, he could completely hold the upper hand.
At the same time, Fang Yuan had only refined the Moonlight Gu and could at most fire a few moonblades.
The middle-aged man had served as a sparring partner long ago. He had personal experience and knew clearly in his heart: a moonblade urged by Rank 1 initial stage primeval essence, if it truly imprinted on a human body, could at most only cut open a palm-length bloody gash, its lethality exceedingly limited.
Adding on the fact that he had the Mo family backing him up, therefore facing Fang Yuan, he was secure in the knowledge that he had backing, wholeheartedly wanting to perform actively in order to win the rewards and favor of his masters.
"Kid, your guts are quite big…" The middle-aged man's tone grew increasingly unkind. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve cuffs, revealing robustly muscled arms. Both of his arms were extremely sturdy and covered with scars. On his forearms, green veins bulged and pulsed, and his upper arms were thicker than Fang Yuan's thighs.
The tavern waiters felt their hearts turn cold watching this. Some diners had already successively gotten up long ago, hurriedly settled their bills, wanting to stay far away from this place of right and wrong.
"Found Fang Yuan?" Right at this moment, a clear and arrogant female voice came from the doorway.
Mo Yan took large strides, stepping into the tavern. Behind her followed a group of powerful domestic slaves.
She had a good figure, somewhat tall, and was curvy front and back. However, a horse face, inheriting the features of the Mo bloodline, greatly reduced the beauty of her appearance, making her only barely considered average.
But she wore a blue martial arts uniform, and around her waist was tied a red broad-edged belt, embedded with a square iron plate. Carved on the iron plate was a conspicuous word "Two".
Furthermore, she had just returned from completing a clan mission, and her entire body still retained some traces of weather-beaten colors.
These things forged a trace of a capable and imposing aura for her.
Therefore, as soon as she stepped into the tavern, the commanding presence carrying along with her caused the entire tavern dining hall to fall into a dead silence.
"Slave Gao Wan pays respects to eldest miss!" Seeing Mo Yan, the middle-aged man abruptly changed his face.
Piling up a flattering smile on his face, he bent his waist and bowed his back, taking a few small steps continuously, and then with a thump knelt on the ground, paying his respects and greeting Mo Yan.
The group of waiters in the tavern watched this transformation of the middle-aged man, all somewhat dumbfounded.
Gao Wan's stature was tall and sturdy. His servile and grovelling appearance looked somewhat incongruous and somewhat ridiculous. But none of the tavern waiters could laugh; this middle-aged domestic slave's performance further highlighted Mo Yan's absolute power.
Some waiters could not help but secretly sweat for Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan was their big customer, if something unexpected happened to him. In the future he wouldn't be able to take care of the tavern's business, and that would be bad.
Even more people secretly prayed in their hearts: hoping Fang Yuan had best surrender without a fight. If a battle really started and broke the tavern's things, that would be even worse.
Mo Yan did not spare a glance at Gao Wan kneeling on the ground. Her eyes fixed tightly on Fang Yuan, taking a few large strides to the table, her tone extremely sharp: "You are Fang Yuan? It seems you are eating very happily. Hehehe, I wonder if you have ever eaten a fist? Let me make you taste the flavor within, perhaps it will be even more delicious."
Although saying this, Mo Yan did not make a move immediately.
Fang Yuan's behavior and manners were too calm, too eccentric. Could it be he still had some hidden person backing him up?
"But that shouldn't be the case. Before coming here, I already investigated. This Fang Yuan is the standard 'uncle doesn't dote on him, grandmother doesn't love him'. Both his parents died early, and he was even kicked out of the house by his uncle and aunt. Adding on that his aptitude is only C grade, what background could a weak youth have?" Mo Yan could not help but mutter in her heart.
But regardless of what was said, things that are abnormal must have demons. This matter was eccentric, and she had to probe a bit.
Fang Yuan chuckled, casting a sidelong glance at Mo Yan: "Who told you I am Gu Yue Fang Yuan?"
Mo Yan instantly froze, immediately turning her head to look at Gao Wan.
Gao Wan had just stood up, and instantly knelt back down again, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, stammering not knowing how to reply: "Master, slave, slave…"
They had Fang Yuan's portrait, but they all also knew that Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng were twin brothers, their appearances extremely close.
"No wonder this youth has a look of relying on secure backing and having nothing to fear. So he is Fang Zheng, and not Fang Yuan." For a time, the domestic slaves beside Mo Yan all had this kind of guess.
"Fang Zheng is not someone Fang Yuan can compare to. The latter is just a mere C grade, all alone, without any backing. The former, however, is an A grade genius, having been taken into the faction by the clan leader right at the Awakening Ceremony. As long as he grows up, his prospects are boundless!" Mo Yan, not receiving an affirmative answer from Gao Wan, hesitated even more in her heart.
At this time, the only ones who knew Fang Yuan's identity were the group of waiters in the corner of the tavern.
But they could not afford to offend either side. Thus they all tightly shut their mouths.
Fang Yuan had eaten his fill. He slowly stood up, looking at Mo Yan flatly: "Weren't you looking for Fang Yuan? Come with me, I will take you to the academy dormitory to find him."
"If this person before my eyes is Fang Zheng, I do not want to offend him. If he is Fang Yuan, I will follow him closely the whole way, and I won't fear him putting on an act." In an instant, thoughts flipped in Mo Yan's mind, and she made a decision.
"Alright, I will go with you to the academy. Please!" Mo Yan turned sideways to make way for a path, extending her palm flat, her eyes flashing with sharp light, gesturing to Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan smiled freely, holding his head high and striding away.
Mo Yan followed closely behind, and the group of domestic slaves behind her also filed out in succession.
"That was close."
"They finally left."
"Even if they fight, it's none of our tavern's business anymore."
Leaving behind a group of tavern waiters, most of whom were patting their chests, rejoicing endlessly.
The group of people arrived at the academy gate.
"Comers halt!"
"Stop, the clan academy only permits this clan's Gu Masters to enter and exit freely." Two guards at the doorway stopped Fang Yuan, Mo Yan, and the group.
"Presumptuous! Have you even forgotten who I am? To actually dare block me." Mo Yan's gaze swept across the two, opening her mouth to reprimand.
"We wouldn't dare." The guards hurriedly cupped their fists.
"Eldest miss Mo Yan, us little ones have you imprinted in our hearts. But the clan rules are solid and real. How about this, eldest miss, you may be permitted to bring in one domestic slave. This is our biggest concession." An experienced guard answered respectfully.
Mo Yan let out a cold snort. Although somewhat reluctant, in the face of the clan rules, she also did not dare to violate them openly.
The Mo family was strong and prosperous, but because of this, a tall tree attracts the wind. Do not forget that outside the Mo family, there was also the Chi family standing up to them as an equal. And outside the Chi family, there was also the clan leader's faction waiting to catch the Mo family's flaws.
"All of you stay behind, Gao Wan follow me." Thinking for a moment, Mo Yan gave the order.
Gao Wan instantly held his head high and puffed out his chest, a look of joy on his face: "Many thanks for eldest miss's appreciation!"
"Let's go, junior brother." Mo Yan smiled meaningfully at Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan's expression remained flat, leading the way and walking.
He arrived at the dormitory door, unfastened the lock clasp, and pushed the door open.
He took a step into the room, and then stopped his footsteps.
The room door was wide open, and the inside of the room could be seen entirely clearly. The furnishings inside were simple and plain, and there was absolutely no one else.
Mo Yan stood at the doorway, took one look inside, and her expression sank slightly: "Junior brother, you'd best explain clearly, there is no one in the room!"
Fang Yuan smiled slightly: "Am I not a person?"
Mo Yan stared at Fang Yuan, a glint flashing in her eyes, seeming to realize something: "The one I am looking for is Gu, Yue, Fang, Yuan!"
Fang Yuan chuckled lightly: "I never said I am not Gu Yue Fang Yuan."