Cry Misery

Everyone's gaze focused entirely on Mo Tianxiao, carrying profound implications.

The Huangfu family had suffered a massive loss this time, almost entirely because of this cultivator named Li Yu.

"What do you want?"

Su Muyao's expression softened slightly. Picking up four Saint Artifacts for free put her in a very good mood, and her tone seemed to lose a bit of its icy edge.

Huangfu Wujiang stared at Mo Tianxiao, his voice hoarse as he said, "How about leaving this little friend for the Huangfu family to deal with?"

A Tongxuan Realm cultivator had silently and stealthily snatched the Quasi-Saint Artifact from Huangfu Yunteng and nearly beaten him to death. No matter the reason, the Huangfu family could not possibly let this person leave safely.

More importantly, a Tongxuan cultivator had cursed the entire Huangfu family like dogs. This was something that had never happened before.

Such behavior was an absolute taboo.

Even if Mo Tianxiao's current identity was an Honorary Elder of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace, he had to leave behind an explanation. It was impossible for him to leave unscathed like this.

Facing Su Muyao, their Huangfu family could appropriately bow their heads; after all, she was a Quasi-Emperor expert.

But Mo Tianxiao, at the end of the day, was just a lowly Tongxuan cultivator. In the eyes of the big shots, he was merely an ant that could be crushed at will.

Hearing Huangfu Wujiang's condition, Su Muyao glanced at Mo Tianxiao, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, and said in a relaxed tone, "Fine. One Quasi-Saint Artifact, and you can deal with him however you please. My Yaochi Heavenly Palace will not intervene."

Her crisp voice was like the dead of winter in December, bone-chillingly cold, freezing straight to the marrow!

Mo Tianxiao looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered two steps back, his face full of horror and his body trembling. He looked at Su Muyao in disbelief, "S-Senior Su, you actually... you actually sold me out for a single Quasi-Saint Artifact! You are so cruel!"

"Indeed, a woman's heart is the most poisonous! I have truly witnessed it today!"

In the next instant, Mo Tianxiao directly hugged Lin Wanyi's thigh beside him, crying out in a mournful voice, "Aunt Lin! Senior Su is unjust, you can't just leave me be!"

He rubbed his snot and tears fiercely against Lin Wanyi's thigh. His appearance would make anyone who saw him weep and anyone who heard him feel heartbroken; he looked incredibly miserable.

"Oh dear, Tianxiao, get up quickly, let go of me first."

Lin Wanyi dragged her leg, wanting to shake Mo Tianxiao off, but worried that using too much force might hurt him.

Watching Mo Tianxiao wiping handfuls of snot and tears on her thigh, her face flushed with anger, and her eyes were full of resentment.

With so many people watching, how could this kid have absolutely no sense of shame? He was simply a rascally scoundrel.

She still needed her dignity!

A grown man, hugging her thigh with fluids running from his nose and mouth—what did that look like?

"I won't get up! What if you run away? Senior Su won't care about me. If Aunt Lin runs away too, won't I fall into the venomous hands of the Huangfu family? I won't let go!"

On the side, Zi Ling'er and Little Nannan also helped plead for Mo Tianxiao, "Master, Elder Lin, you can't treat Senior Brother like this! If he falls into the hands of the Huangfu family, Senior Brother will definitely suffer a fate worse than death!"

"I don't want big brother to go die! Master, please don't ignore big brother, okay!"

Little Nannan's eyes were red, and tears slid down her tender skin. She looked both adorable and pitiful.

Seeing the appearances of Zi Ling'er and Little Nannan, Mo Tianxiao froze for a moment, unable to help but complain in his heart, "No way? I'm just acting, you guys! Did you two actually believe it?"

Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao cried even harder, cursing Su Muyao for being inhumane, kicking him aside right after using him, completely lacking the bearing of a Quasi-Emperor powerhouse.

The surrounding cultivators saw this and one after another felt that it was unfair for Mo Tianxiao.

"Sigh... this is a world where profit reigns supreme..."

"Without any use value left, Brother Li Yu was ultimately abandoned. However, being able to scam four Saint Artifacts for the Yaochi Heavenly Palace makes him an extremely rare talent. What a pity..."

"If Brother Li Yu falls into the hands of the Huangfu family, I'm afraid his days won't be easy. The people of the Huangfu family probably won't let him die so easily."

Lin Wuya stood among the many cultivators, his gaze carrying deep confusion.

Little friend Mo was abandoned just like that? Abandoned for a single Quasi-Saint Artifact?

Hearing Su Muyao's words, the faces of the Huangfu family members lit up with joy. Huangfu Yunteng's expression was incredibly ferocious, "Grandpa! Make the trade! I want to deal with him personally!"

His hatred for Mo Tianxiao had reached an unsuppressible level. Not just him, but the entire Huangfu family hated Mo Tianxiao to the bone.

Causing the Huangfu family such heavy losses, eighty percent of the credit belonged to this kid!

Huangfu Wujiang's gaze fell on Su Muyao again, a trace of dark light flashing in his eyes. "Palace Master Su, are you serious about this? The entire Yaochi Heavenly Palace will not help him?"

Su Muyao closed her eyes slightly. Hearing Mo Tianxiao's unpleasant words, her brows furrowed slightly. Why were this kid's curses so awful to listen to!

Her icy tone carried a hint of anger, "He is yours to deal with. The Yaochi Heavenly Palace will absolutely not intervene!"

"Good! I hope Palace Master Su keeps her word!"

With a flick of his finger, Huangfu Wujiang sent a Quasi-Saint Artifact falling into Su Muyao's hand.

In this incident, the Huangfu family had lost a total of four Saint Artifacts, two Quasi-Saint Artifacts, and one Saint-level pill!

But soon, they would be able to recoup some losses from this kid.

Huangfu Wujiang stared at Mo Tianxiao, the dark light in his eyes looking incredibly eerie.

This kid had at least two Quasi-Saint Artifacts and one Saint Artifact on him, enough to let the Huangfu family recover a bit of blood. Coupled with his talent, if they trained him into a deathsworn for the Huangfu family, he might even give them a huge surprise in the future.

"Little friend Li, the Yaochi Heavenly Palace has already given up on you. From today onwards, you are..."

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you something."

Huangfu Wujiang's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Su Muyao halfway through.

Su Muyao said in a cold tone, "I forgot to tell you, this kid has some history with your Huangfu family. I suddenly remembered, so I'm giving you a reminder."

"Hmm?"

Huangfu Wujiang frowned slightly, looking at Su Muyao with confusion in his eyes. "What history?"

Could it be that this kid is a clansman of the Huangfu family who was left wandering outside?

"Old man, you shouldn't have forgotten how your own son died three hundred years ago, right?"

As Su Muyao's voice entered everyone's ears, they all revealed puzzled expressions.

Hearing this, Huangfu Wujiang's body suddenly stiffened, and the expressions of the Huangfu family's Saint Realm elders also became a bit unnatural.

Three hundred years ago, Huangfu Wujiang's son, who was also Huangfu Yunteng's biological father—a dignified peak Saint King and an expert on the verge of stepping into the Quasi-Emperor realm—died a tragic death in a foreign land, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Only the Saint Realm elders of the Huangfu family knew the truth about this matter. The rest, even Huangfu Yunteng himself, did not know how his father had actually died.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Huangfu Wujiang's calm expression finally showed some changes. He frowned slightly, his voice incomparably hoarse.

The corners of Su Muyao's mouth curled up slightly. She moved her lips a little, and her voice transmitted directly into Huangfu Wujiang's ears. No one else knew what she said.

"Smack!"

The next instant, the crowd watched as Huangfu Wujiang staggered. Had Huangfu Donghai not been there to support him from the side, he likely would have slumped heavily to the ground.

Boundless terror seeped from Huangfu Wujiang's sunken eyes. Glaring viciously at Su Muyao, he roared hoarsely, "Su Muyao! You set me up!"

In response, Su Muyao remained completely unfazed. "I am taking him back to the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace. If you want him, you can come and claim him at any time. My Jade Pool Heavenly Palace will certainly not stand in your way."

With those words, Su Muyao vanished into thin air. Meanwhile, a completely bewildered Mo Tianxiao was hoisted up by Lin Wanyi like a helpless little chick, and the group departed together.

They left behind a crowd of dumbfounded cultivators, who could only stare blankly at one another...