So What If You're a Grandmaster

At this moment, as long as Xu Mu extended his senses, he could overhear their conversation.

Xu Mu realized that one of the men did not belong to the Yin Yang Sect, a fact he gleaned from the conversation between the man and the Second Elder.

This thin man wearing sunglasses, with hair dyed blonde, was likely the new suitor they had found for Han Tianqing.

Before long, the group arrived at Zhou Xia's front door.

The Second Elder led everyone into the living room.

Zhou Xia and Han Tianqing, who were sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up upon seeing the Second Elder enter.

"Second Elder."

Zhou Xia bowed her head slightly.

"Sit down."

Wang Huxing waved his hand at them, then glanced at the blonde man beside him before they both sat on the sofa.

As for the others who had tagged along, they all stood behind Wang Huxing.

"Second Elder, what did you mean on the phone? We have already made contact with Xu Mu on our end," Zhou Xia said to Wang Huxing.

"It was just initial contact anyway; just cut it off."

Wang Huxing pointed to the blonde man beside him. "Let me introduce you. This is Wu Qi. Xiao Qing, from now on, you are his woman."

Hearing this, Han Tianqing's expression turned ugly. "Second Elder, what is the meaning of this? You don't have the right to decide my life, do you?"

"Xiao Qing, why do you think I'm saying this? I'm doing it for our sect. Do you know who this is?"

Wang Huxing asked, pointing at Wu Qi.

Wu Qi grinned, then took off his sunglasses to reveal a pair of red pupils.

Seeing this, Zhou Xia and Han Tianqing were both dumbfounded.

"You are... from an Alien Race?"

Han Tianqing asked with a trembling voice. As a member of the sect, she naturally knew about the Alien Races.

It wasn't just them; Xu Mu, who was in the car, was also somewhat surprised.

This Second Elder was quite capable to have actually found an Alien.

"That's right, I am of the Nine Li Tribe."

Wu Qi pointed to his golden hair. "My hair is naturally silver, but I didn't want to dye it black, so I changed it to gold."

"The Nine Li Tribe? Why would you..."

"I'm a straightforward person, so I'll explain it to you all at once."

Wu Qi interrupted Han Tianqing, smiling as he held up a finger. "First, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Cleaners are your enemies, and they are ours as well. Helping you is helping ourselves."

"And the second reason?"

Han Tianqing furrowed her delicate brows.

"Of course. Rumor has it that the cultivation techniques practiced by the women of the Yin Yang Sect can bring men ultimate pleasure. I want to try it out."

Saying this, Wu Qi looked Han Tianqing up and down with a smile. "However, I don't like used goods. I heard from the Second Elder that there was a woman here who hadn't been touched, so naturally, I came over."

"You certainly are direct."

Zhou Xia was still thinking of a countermeasure in her mind.

Just then, a man's shout came from the courtyard.

"Xiao Qing! Is Xiao Qing home?"

Within a few breaths, the living room door was pushed open, and Xu Mu's figure appeared.

"Xu... Xu Mu."

Han Tianqing looked at Xu Mu's arrival, her heart filled with worry.

Besides the Second Elder, there was now an Alien here as well, making the situation even harder to deal with.

"Xiao Qing, do we have guests?"

Xu Mu smiled as he looked around at the people in the room, then chuckled. "I was originally planning to take you out for some fun."

"You are Xu Mu?"

Wang Huxing glanced at Xu Mu indifferently.

"That's right. Who are you?"

Xu Mu sized up Wang Huxing with a smile.

"I am Han Tianqing's elder. Let me tell you in advance, Xiao Qing already has a fiancé. It is impossible between you two. Leave!"

Wang Huxing waved his hand at Xu Mu. "From now on, do not come looking for her again."

"Xiao Qing, is what he said true?"

Hearing this, Xu Mu couldn't help but look at Han Tianqing.

Han Tianqing hesitated for a moment, then her gaze hardened as she made up her mind. "I have no relationship with him whatsoever. This was all agreed upon privately by the Second Elder."

"Han Tianqing! What is the meaning of this? Are you trying to defy me?"

Wang Huxing said with an unkind expression.

"I just want to tell the Second Elder that I am the Sect Master's daughter. My father is not dead yet, so you have no right to order me around."

Han Tianqing decided to go all out, betting her very life on Xu Mu.

"But your father has already been captured. Right now, I call the shots in the Yin Yang Sect."

Wang Huxing pointed at Han Tianqing. "You will agree whether you like it or not!"

"You're a bit arrogant for a Second Elder, aren't you? It looks to me like you're planning a rebellion!"

Xu Mu's eyes turned cold.

"Exactly! Wang Huxing! Your desire to restore the sect is a lie. You just want to control the Yin Yang Sect and become the Sect Master yourself, don't you?"

Han Tianqing said with a hostile expression.

Wang Huxing narrowed his eyes; they had actually guessed correctly.

Even if the sect were to rise again, he had never intended to rescue Han Tianqing's father.

With the sect members captured and the First Elder missing for several years—presumably dead somewhere out there—

Who would call the shots in the sect from now on?

Naturally, it would be him, the Second Elder. He wasn't stupid enough to go save the Sect Master just to continue being someone else's lackey.

"Insolence! Since my words no longer carry weight, it seems we'll have to spill a little blood."

Wang Huxing looked at Wu Qi beside him. "Rest assured, Han Tianqing will definitely be yours. However, you must also fulfill the promise you made to me."

"As I said earlier, the enemy of my enemy is my friend," Wu Qi said with a smile.

"That is all I needed to hear."

Wang Huxing stood with his hands clasped behind his back, glancing indifferently at Xu Mu. "I will give you one last chance. Scram now, while you still can."

"Who do you think you are? Do you really think I need a chance from you?" Xu Mu replied calmly.

"Fine. Then you can die. Get him!"

As soon as Wang Huxing's voice faded, several men from the Yin-Yang Sect surrounding them immediately rushed toward Xu Mu.

Xu Mu’s expression remained unchanged. Before they could even get close, he suddenly unleashed a burst of powerful energy.

Boom!

The floor beneath his feet cracked instantly.

The men around him felt as if the crushing weight of a mountain had suddenly landed on them, forcing them to their knees uncontrollably.

"Argh!"

Screams akin to slaughtered pigs filled the room as the men clutched their knees, rolling on the ground in agony.

Wang Huxing finally reacted, recalling that Zhou Xia had mentioned earlier that this Xu Mu was an expert.

"Possessing a little bit of strength makes you get carried away. People like you usually don't live very long."

Wang Huxing rose from the sofa, his sharp gaze fixed on Xu Mu.

"Are you talking about yourself?" Xu Mu asked indifferently.

"You're courting death! I am a Grandmaster!"

Wang Huxing's palm was enveloped in an earth-yellow glow as he instantly clawed toward Xu Mu's throat.

"Xu Mu, look out!" Han Tianqing shouted immediately.

Xu Mu remained calm. He raised two fingers and held them before him.

Whoosh!

Flames first appeared around his body, which then transformed into four dark red longswords hovering around him.

"White Emperor Holy Sword, Imperial Sword, follow me."

As soon as Xu Mu spoke, the four longswords all pointed directly at Wang Huxing.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The longswords attacked Wang Huxing from every direction. In the living room, only four streaks of red light could be seen flickering continuously.

Han Tianqing watched with eyes wide in terror. What kind of technique was this?

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