Are you trying to rebel

Fu Cheng grinned. "Fine!"

Then, his gaze shifted to Xu Mu standing nearby, eyes filled with sinister malice.

"Why are you associating with such a despicable race? If the clan elders see this, they'll start their endless nagging again."

Fu Cheng turned to the old man behind him. "Kill them."

"Yes, sir!"

The old man in sunglasses behind him bowed his head in acknowledgment.

"Stop! These two are my informants. They came to report intelligence to me. Second Uncle, they are my people."

Fu Jinyu took two steps forward, shielding Xu Mu.

Outside, Chen Xuan placed his woven bag in front of him, ready to pull out his woodchopping knife at a moment's notice.

"Which faction have they infiltrated?" Fu Cheng asked.

"That is a secret. Once I have accomplished my goals, I will tell you personally, Second Uncle."

After saying this, Fu Jinyu looked at Xu Mu. "You may go."

Xu Mu nodded slightly and walked toward the exit. It seemed life wasn't easy for anyone, regardless of their race.

"Halt! You have some nerve. The Empress allowed you to leave, so why haven't you knelt to offer thanks?"

Fu Cheng asked, his expression dark.

"Sister Empress, I'm working for you, yet he keeps making things difficult for me. To put it bluntly, he's slapping you in the face."

Xu Mu looked at Fu Cheng. "Are you planning a rebellion?"

"Insolence!"

The old man behind Fu Cheng shouted coldly and suddenly lunged at Xu Mu.

Standing outside the gate, Hongyu quickly stepped up, swiftly blocking the path in front of Xu Mu.

Fu Cheng grinned. "Kid, you can die however you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. If you can't justify your words today, I will definitely kill you."

"You just said that you heard Sister Empress was injured, so you rushed over and even brought pills."

Xu Mu extended his hand toward Fu Cheng. "Come on! Let me see what healing pills you brought."

"What are you supposed to be? Why should I show you?"

Fu Cheng huffed coldly.

"Second Uncle, I'm curious too. Surely you can show me."

Fu Jinyu spoke up, following Xu Mu's lead.

"The pills aren't on us; they're in the car."

Fu Cheng explained indifferently.

"Is that so? Sister Empress, then let's accompany your Second Uncle to take a look."

Xu Mu looked at Fu Jinyu and said, "Who knows? Maybe there really are pills that you can use."

Hearing this, Fu Cheng's eyes grew even colder. "Kid! What are you implying?"

"I'm guessing you didn't bring any healing pills at all. What you said earlier was just an excuse to come here."

Xu Mu pointed at Fu Cheng. "Your purpose here is to see how severe Sister Empress's injuries are. If she's hurt badly enough for you to handle, you'll rebel and take her place!"

"Bullshit!"

Fu Cheng shouted.

"You gave me a hard time earlier just to find an excuse to attack, thereby testing Sister Empress's condition."

Xu Mu smiled. "If you think I'm spouting nonsense, then agree to one thing."

"Speak!"

"Sister Empress and I have other matters to attend to. Let us leave."

Xu Mu shrugged with a smile.

"Hahaha! You descendants of Yanhuang really do have glib tongues. You said all that just so I'd let you go, right? Impossible!"

Fu Cheng laughed loudly before growling at Xu Mu, "You dare slander me with rebellion? You're not going anywhere!"

"Fine then. Sister Empress can handle the matter alone anyway. I'll stay behind, but let Sister Empress go."

Xu Mu turned to Fu Jinyu. "You go first!"

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Fu Jinyu knew, of course, that Xu Mu didn't really want her to leave.

He was testing Fu Cheng to see what his true objective was.

If Fu Cheng moved to stop her, then everything Xu Mu said was true.

Fu Jinyu hadn't expected Xu Mu to possess not only exceptional medical skills but also a sharp mind.

"Then I'll go attend to business first."

Fu Jinyu nodded, pretending to leave.

But Fu Cheng reached out his hand, blocking Fu Jinyu's path.

His eyes were like venomous snakes; the kid before him had actually hit the mark.

Upon learning Fu Jinyu was here, he had rushed over through the night, afraid she would escape.

Taking her life while she was sick—that was the only truth that mattered.

This kid had deliberately brought up the rebellion and put himself in danger, all to let Fu Jinyu get away.

Clearly, Fu Jinyu must be injured.

"Second Uncle, what is the meaning of this?"

Fu Jinyu looked sideways at Fu Cheng.

"This kid is your subordinate, after all. Even if I'm going to kill him, you should stay here and watch."

Fu Cheng said flatly.

"How dare you. You acknowledge that he is my subordinate?"

Fu Jinyu said coldly. "Then I order you now: you are not to lay a hand on him!"

"I cannot tolerate insults!"

Black energy suddenly erupted from Fu Cheng's body as he clawed toward Xu Mu's neck.

Seeing this, Fu Jinyu unleashed her power as well, launching an attack at Fu Cheng.

Boom!

Their dark energies collided abruptly, shattering the main gate and the adjacent wall.

The others standing nearby were all blasted away by the shockwave.

The old man Fu Cheng had brought with him, along with Hongyu, were flung out onto the road outside. Their faces were ashen.

Hongyu, in particular, was coughing up blood.

Xu Mu used the Cloud Step technique to stabilize himself in mid-air before landing firmly on the ground.

"Brother Mu, are you alright?"

Chen Xuan immediately rushed over to ask.

"I'm fine, just stings a little."

Xu Mu grabbed Chen Xuan's arm. "Let's get out of here fast, but don't take the car."

He didn't want his car getting wrecked in the crossfire.

The two of them darted down a side path, sprinting toward the fields in the distance.

"Brother Mu, what species are they?"

Chen Xuan asked excitedly as he ran alongside Xu Mu, hoisting a woven sack over his shoulder.

Hanging out with Xu Mu was way more thrilling than his old life on the mountain.

"The Heavenly Demon Clan," Xu Mu warned.

"What? My master told me about that race! He said once they reach a certain cultivation realm, they can fly."

No sooner had the words left Chen Xuan's mouth than a dark shadow appeared high above them.

Black wings unfurled from Fu Cheng's back as he swooped down toward Xu Mu.

Fu Jinyu spread her wings as well, following close behind him.

Boom!

The two clashed in the sky.

Fu Cheng's expression grew increasingly grave. According to the intel, wasn't Fu Jinyu supposed to be crippled?

How could she still unleash such tremendous power?

Just then, another shadow lunged forward—it was the old man Fu Cheng had brought earlier.

The old man landed directly in front of Xu Mu and Chen Xuan.

"Kill them!"

Fu Cheng roared from above.

Hearing this, Fu Jinyu immediately dove toward Xu Mu.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fu Cheng waved his hands in rapid succession, sending over a dozen blades of black wind slashing toward Fu Jinyu.

Fu Jinyu dodged them with agility.

"Jinyu! You think you can save people right under my nose? Do you take your Second Uncle for a weakling?"

Fu Cheng sneered.

"Fu Cheng! So you really are planning a rebellion! My father left this position to me! It has nothing to do with you!"

Fu Jinyu glared at Fu Cheng and roared.

"That's because my brother was senile. You're just a woman; what could you possibly understand?"

Fu Cheng clenched his fists. "The Heavenly Demon Clan can only achieve greatness in my hands!"

Whoosh!

Fu Jinyu flew toward Xu Mu again; she couldn't let him die here.

"You seem to care a lot about him, don't you? In that case, I'm going to make good use of this man today!"

Fu Cheng grinned maliciously.

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