The Silent Prophet Is the Abyss

“Honey, my stomach suddenly hurts a little. I’m going home to use the bathroom first!”

Ye Tong pulled Xu Mu’s hand away, got to her feet, and hurried outside.

She even used the Earth-grade cultivation art Xu Mu had just passed on to her—Soaring Dragon Steps. She drifted toward the entrance like a celestial maiden.

Feng Yue seized the opportunity to stand as well. Instead of taking the stairs, she lightly leaped to the second floor and pushed open the door to her bedroom.

Xu Mu stood up with a smile, originally intending to say something, but his phone suddenly began to vibrate. He took it out and glanced at the screen. It was a call from Fu Jinyu.

Come to think of it, ever since he had given her Wu Tian’s divine-grade cultivation art, she had hardly contacted him. Clearly, she had been working hard on her cultivation.

He answered the call. “Sister Empress, why are you calling me so late at night?”

“Xu Mu, I’ve reached the second level of World-Breaking!”

Fu Jinyu’s voice was brimming with excitement. “After taking your pills and cultivating the technique you gave me every day, I never expected to advance without even fighting.”

“You really are a genius. Most of the prodigies among the four major races of the Inner Realm are only at the second level of World-Breaking.”

Xu Mu walked outside with the phone in his hand.

“It’s all because of your pills. Otherwise, how could I have advanced so quickly?”

Fu Jinyu continued, “I can use the Evil Demon Art now, too. I don’t even know how much stronger I’ve become. Are we going to the Inner Realm soon? I want to test myself.”

“I just got back from the Inner Realm. Let’s rest for a couple of days first.”

Xu Mu had already reached the outside of the villa. With a light leap, he jumped over to his own villa.

“All right. Remember to call me if you go.”

Fu Jinyu’s voice was practically overflowing with joy.

Xu Mu agreed.

When he returned to his villa, he saw Shi Fumeng and Ying Weiyang sitting on the sofa watching television.

Ying Weiyang, however, was lying across the sofa, her eyes already struggling to stay open.

People who could fall asleep right after eating really were enviable.

“Finished?” Shi Fumeng giggled. “Xu Mu, that was fast.”

“Get lost! What are you talking about? I’m a man of profound knowledge and tremendous stamina. I can accomplish a thousand miles in a single day. What would you know?”

Xu Mu sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.

“I really don’t know much.”

Shi Fumeng suddenly lowered her voice. “I’ve never dated anyone, after all.”

“For someone who likes scheming as much as you do, finding a boyfriend would be as easy as lifting a hand.”

Xu Mu closed his eyes and released his perception. He discovered that Ye Tong was washing her face and brushing her teeth.

However, his perception now covered such a vast range that he could also clearly see Mu Qingying taking a shower.

“Do you want to hear the truth?”

Shi Fumeng’s expression suddenly turned serious.

“What?”

“A long time ago, I began treating my body as a resource. As long as it could help me get revenge, I was willing to offer myself in exchange. I just never had the opportunity.”

Shi Fumeng gave a bitter laugh. “The people I came into contact with back then were all nobodies. None of them had even reached the World-Breaking level, let alone possessed the ability to help me get revenge.”

“Who are your enemies? Don’t tell me they’re descendants of Yanhuang?”

Xu Mu asked curiously.

“If you mean our ancestors, then yes, they did die at your people’s hands. But that happened too long ago. Besides, the people who killed my ancestors are already dead.”

Shi Fumeng curled up on the sofa. “You asked me about my enemies last time, too. I told you I didn’t know, but recently, I think I’ve figured out who they are.”

“Who?”

Xu Mu asked.

“The Abyss Chapel. The Silent Prophet—in other words, Abyss, the Third Seat of Eternal Life.”

Shi Fumeng explained.

“What?”

Xu Mu’s brows tightened. “The Silent Prophet of the Abyss Chapel is the Third Seat of Eternal Life?”

Previously, Thousand-Skinned Woman Yue Menglong had told him about the six current seats of Eternal Life.

She had also said that Wang Hun’s Eternal Life Research Institute did not even rank among them.

The Third Seat was Abyss.

“That’s right. I only found out recently. The bishop of the Abyss Chapel uses a Heaven-grade cultivation art belonging to the Gonggong clan. That technique once belonged to my father.”

Shi Fumeng nodded.

Xu Mu leaned back against the sofa and looked at Ying Weiyang, who had already fallen asleep. He couldn’t help sighing inwardly.

It seemed that the members occupying the seats of Eternal Life were all stronger than the last.

He remembered that Nalan Shisan had once compared the people of the Abyss Chapel to Salvation.

Since he had put them on the same level for comparison, that proved the Abyss Chapel was by no means weak.

Yet its leader was only one of the members of Eternal Life.

Following that logic, Eternal Life’s overall strength had to be far greater than Salvation’s.

But when he thought about it carefully, it also made sense. People that powerful would certainly have their own factions.

Yue Menglong, for example, had Painted Skin.

Xu Mu was also building a force of his own, but it was still in its earliest stages, and its overall strength was far from impressive.

“Your enemy is quite formidable. Who would dare make a move against them?”

Xu Mu shrugged.

“You’re right. To them, my parents and relatives may have been nothing more than weeds—not worth mentioning. They’ve killed so many people and seized so many treasures, yet they’re still alive and well. No one has dared to seek revenge against them.”

Shi Fumeng clenched her fists. “But a person has to have something to strive for. I’m still young. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to avenge them.”

“Good ambition.”

Xu Mu gave her a thumbs-up. “I wish you success.”

“Are you willing to help me?”

Shi Fumeng suddenly asked. “Like I said, this is the most important thing in my life. As long as you’re willing, my life belongs to you.”

“Do you think I’m strong enough?”

“I think you will be in the future.”

Shi Fumeng said, “As long as you’re willing to work for me, I can help you improve, just as I did before.”

Xu Mu checked Shi Fumeng’s filial piety points. They were already fairly high. After all, she was the female lead, so her talent probably wasn’t bad either.

[Affection +30]

Shi Fumeng’s eyes reddened slightly, and she nodded firmly.

……

Xu Mu carried Ying Weiyang and placed her in a room on the first floor.

Shi Fumeng stood in the living room, quietly waiting for Xu Mu to come out.

When she saw him approaching, she bit her lip and walked toward him.

She reached out of her own accord and grabbed the sleeve of Xu Mu’s shirt. Her voice trembled slightly.

“Xu Mu, tonight I…”

“Forget it. Do you think I’m helping you for that sort of thing? With the way you can’t even tell front from back once the lights are off?”

“You! Am I really that small? Besides, even if they are small, aren’t they still bigger after eating that eighth-grade heavenly treasure, the Fire Jujube?”

Shi Fumeng couldn’t help pouting.

“What kind of filthy nonsense are you talking about? What the hell do you know? In your eyes, is that all they’re good for?”

Xu Mu tapped her lightly on the forehead. “Let me tell you, there are countless other possibilities. Go back to your room and sleep.”

With that, he headed upstairs.

Shi Fumeng puffed out her cheeks slightly and walked toward her own room. He was bullying her too much. Was it really such a crime to be a little small?

The eighth-grade heavenly treasure she had cultivated herself was bigger than his, wasn’t it?

Xu Mu arrived in the bedroom and discovered Ye Tong leaning against the bed, knitting clothes with the Boundless Heavenly Silk.

His heart was filled with emotion at the sight.

Ye Tong might not be able to help him in battle, but she was unquestionably the perfect wife and homemaker.

He had known for a long time that no one could ever take Ye Tong’s place in Xu Mu’s heart.