If he had only heard the voice, Xu Mu wouldn't have remembered who it was.
But when she mentioned the Empress, Xu Mu finally recalled that the person on the other end was Fu Jinyu's former follower, Hongyu.
Playing with the transfer token in his hand, Xu Mu sat on the sofa and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Hongyu, have you forgotten?"
The woman's voice came through from the other side.
"Oh, so it's you, the traitor. What happened to Fu Jinyu?"
Xu Mu asked into the phone.
"The Regent... no, Fu Cheng has completely broken ties with the Empress. He allied with several races under the Sky Demon Clan to jointly launch an attack on the Empress."
Hongyu said from the other end, "Just now, the Empress fell into a formation they set up, and her survival is uncertain."
Hearing this, Xu Mu frowned. "Did she ask you to find me?"
"No, I did it on my own initiative,"
Hongyu said, her voice sounding extremely anxious.
"I knew it! How could Fu Jinyu be so brainless? If a top master like her can't resolve this, wouldn't asking me to go just be sending me to my death?"
Xu Mu said with a laugh.
Hearing Xu Mu's words, Hongyu instantly didn't know what to say.
It had to be said that Xu Mu made a lot of sense.
Previously, when exploring the ruins, Xu Mu had specifically asked Fu Jinyu to tag along just to be safe.
Now that even Fu Jinyu was in danger, what help could someone like Xu Mu provide?
"Just give me the address first, I'll try to figure something out on my end."
Realizing Hongyu had fallen silent, Xu Mu took the initiative to speak.
To put it bluntly, he was deliberately being sarcastic to Hongyu to see her reaction.
After all, she had a prior record. Now that Fu Jinyu was trapped, who knew if she was siding with Fu Cheng again.
Fu Cheng also wanted to kill him. Perhaps it was Fu Cheng who made her deliberately call him over.
It was always right to be careful in all things.
As for Fu Jinyu, Xu Mu definitely had to help; he had a good impression of this woman.
Not to mention, she was part of Brother Evil God's harem. What if he didn't go to help, and Wu Tian happened to pass by and conveniently saved Fu Jinyu?
If Fu Jinyu ran off with him after that, wouldn't that be awkward?
Fu Jinyu was so strong, and so well-endowed; Xu Mu certainly didn't want to hand her over to someone else.
If she was taken away by Wu Tian, she might even become his enemy in the future.
"Okay, I'll give you the address. I'm begging you, Xu Mu, you must save the Empress."
After Hongyu finished speaking, she hung up the phone and sent the address to Xu Mu.
Xu Mu first checked the address and found that it was in the northern part of Zhongyuan Province, within the Southern Taihang Mountains.
Given this location, if he was going to save someone, he would definitely have to fly a helicopter there.
Xu Mu took a deep breath. This time wouldn't be easy to deal with. He was considering whether to call Chen Xuan along.
Then, he shook his head slightly. He should just go personally this time.
No matter how strong Chen Xuan was, he would just be throwing his life away against an expert in the Mortal Shedding Realm.
He himself could respawn, and with so much Destiny Power, it would be a waste not to use it.
Thinking of this, Xu Mu took a car and headed to the Xu family manor.
Along the way, he first sent a message to Ye Tong, telling her that he might not be able to come back tonight.
After that, he called Jiang Huihui, preparing to send this location to her so she could report the flight route.
Jiang Huihui was extremely excited on the other end; she had made another great contribution this time.
After the route provided by Xu Mu was reported, he flew the helicopter toward the destination.
If the natural treasures obtained this time were properly utilized, they should be able to help Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo enter the late stage of the Divine Power Realm, or even reach the Grandmaster Realm.
When that time came, Xu Mu could bring the two of them along on his future deployments.
...
Arriving near the destination, Xu Mu parked the helicopter on the rooftop of a hotel.
This place was located at the edge of a county town under the jurisdiction of Jiaocheng.
The hotel staff also heard the noise on the roof. They opened the rooftop door and saw Xu Mu jumping down from the helicopter.
"Hello, may I ask who you are..."
The leader was a middle-aged woman in a uniform. She had lived in the county town her whole life and had never seen a helicopter with her own eyes.
"I'm just stopping by temporarily."
Xu Mu opened his storage space and took out a stack of cash, which looked to be about four or five thousand yuan.
He walked over and stuffed the money into the woman's hands. "Parking fee, is it enough? Keep the rest as your tip."
"Of course it's enough!"
The middle-aged woman was overjoyed. "Where is the gentleman going? I can arrange a private car for you."
The hotel's rooftop was never used, except when their employees sometimes wanted to have a barbecue and would come here.
To put it plainly, parking here was just a matter of saying a word; it didn't cost any money at all.
In other words, these four or five thousand yuan were basically given away for free.
"No need, the place I'm going to isn't far."
Xu Mu immediately took the elevator downstairs.
Arriving by the street, he quickly hurried toward his destination.
The straight-line distance was still seven or eight kilometers, but for the current Xu Mu, it was merely a warm-up.
...
On the other side.
Inside a ruin, Fu Jinyu, clad in leather armor, was trapped within a red formation.
The formation was in a transparent state, trapping her inside like a birdcage.
She continuously launched attacks from the inside, but to no avail.
Outside the formation, a black-robed person was currently pressing both hands on the ground, continuously injecting power into the formation.
Fu Cheng stood outside the formation, looking at Fu Jinyu with a calm expression. "As expected of you. It's been so long, yet it feels like you still have a lot of power left."
"Fu Cheng! You bastard!"
Fu Jinyu cursed angrily from the inside. Her black leather armor was full of sliced gaps.
The red light generated by this formation acted like wind blades, continuously attacking Fu Jinyu's body.
The only thing she could do was use her Qi to protect her body.
But continuously releasing power would consume a massive amount of energy.
Fu Cheng's goal was exactly this. Clearly, he intended to completely exhaust her Qi before making a move to kill her.
"I'd rather be a bastard than an idiot like you."
Fu Cheng revealed a smile. "Once the other subordinate races started rebelling, I knew you would definitely come here to get the Blood Seal. This formation was specially created for you."
Fu Jinyu clenched her fists and attacked the formation barrier again, only to find that the formation was completely unharmed.
"Give up! This formation is powered by spirit stones, and my friend is continuously injecting Qi into it. You won't be able to break it."
Fu Cheng shook his head. "So what if you met Hao Yang? Can that madman protect you for a lifetime?"
Fu Jinyu clenched her fists tightly. When the other party mentioned Hao Yang, she thought of Xu Mu.
But she definitely couldn't ask Xu Mu for help. Last time in the ruins, if it weren't for Hao Yang, they would have all died.
Xu Mu's strength was far inferior to hers. If even she had no way out, Xu Mu coming over would clearly be sending himself to his death.
Her mind constantly pondered countermeasures, and ultimately reached an answer.
This time, she would undoubtedly die.
Fu Jinyu didn't expect herself to be so foolish as to fall into such a simple trap.
Of course, she had also never imagined that her own clansmen would watch helplessly as she was trapped in the formation and remain completely indifferent.
Right at this moment, Hongyu's figure appeared in the distance.

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