"Brother, can I go too? I also want to experience a real battle."
Hearing that there was going to be a fight, Dai Xingluo immediately grabbed Xu Mu's arm.
Meng Wanyue also looked up at Xu Mu; she wanted to go fight too.
Of course, if Xu Mu didn't allow it, she wouldn't object.
"You two can come with me. If Wei Jingzhi is willing to go, you can tag along. If he isn't, you'll go home," Xu Mu said after a moment of thought.
As long as Wei Jingzhi agreed to go, the two of them would definitely be safe.
"Okay."
The two girls nodded in unison.
Xu Mu led the group out. This time, Tong Guoguo wasn't in disguise, letting her red hair fall freely.
The only difference was that she was wearing sunglasses.
Xu Mu drove to Wei Jingzhi's house. Through his perception, he found that Wei Jingzhi was in the courtyard.
However, there was a middle-aged woman beside him.
The security guards here already knew Xu Mu, and Wei Jingzhi had instructed them earlier that whenever Xu Mu came, he didn't need to be announced and could just be let right in.
Xu Mu led the girls inside.
On a nearby table, rice paper was spread out. Wei Jingzhi was holding a brush, painting on the paper.
Beside Wei Jingzhi stood a woman in a plain, elegant dress.
She looked to be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a very voluptuous, pear-shaped figure.
Her backside was clearly well-rounded and mature. Although her upper body wasn't as well-endowed as Dai Xingluo's, the curves were still prominent.
She had a very beautiful face, but it lacked the typical softness of most women. Instead, she gave off a sharp, capable aura.
"Senior, I've come to visit."
Xu Mu greeted him from a distance.
Seeing Xu Mu, Wei Jingzhi's face lit up with pleasant surprise. "Come here quickly, tell me what you think of this painting."
The woman beside him also looked at Xu Mu, as well as the three women accompanying him.
Xu Mu walked over to take a look. It was a landscape painting. To a layman, it would definitely seem excellent.
But to someone like Xu Mu, it was slightly lacking.
"Senior, you used the splash-ink technique for this landscape painting, right? The momentum is there, but the layers of ink aren't distinct, and the primary and secondary elements of the composition don't stand out."
Xu Mu studied the painting before him and continued, "Next time, after splashing the ink, wait until it's half-dry to outline a few more strokes. If you clarify what you want to express a bit more, it will look much more advanced."
Beside him, Meng Wanyue's face was full of admiration. In her eyes, this painting was already fantastic. She hadn't expected Xu Mu to spot so many flaws.
Hearing this, Dai Xingluo was secretly amazed. As expected of her brother, he even had a deep understanding of painting!
[Affection +10]
Tong Guoguo also looked at Xu Mu in astonishment. It seemed like there was nothing this guy couldn't do.
[Affection +10]
"I think you're just deliberately finding faults. I think this painting is quite good."
The woman next to Wei Jingzhi cast a faint glance at Xu Mu.
Xu Mu used his Eye of God to examine the woman.
Name: Yang Lielan
Identity: Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect, Female Lead of "The Evil God Leaves Prison"
Affection: -1
Destiny Level: 8 (Max Level 10)
Xu Mu was full of surprise. He hadn't expected this person to be the current Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect.
He remembered encountering a disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect before, a girl named Wei Yinyun.
That girl was also part of Brother Evil God's harem.
It seemed that Brother Evil God had a deep connection with the Profound Heaven Sect.
"Lielan, as an amateur, you should keep your opinions to yourself."
Wei Jingzhi glanced at the woman before fixing his eyes back on his painting. "It really takes an expert. I kept feeling like something was missing, and that one sentence suddenly cleared it all up for me."
Hearing this, Yang Lielan glared coldly at Xu Mu and said no more.
"Xu Mu, what brings you here today?"
Wei Jingzhi's eyes were still glued to his painting.
"Just now, people from the Immortality Research Institute came to our place to collect protection fees. They said they've opened a new branch in Jiangbei."
Xu Mu said to Wei Jingzhi, "Senior knows I have a grudge against Wang Hun. I suspect he's deliberately trying to lure me over, so I came to find you."
"Understood. You want me to go with you and wipe out this branch."
Wei Jingzhi nodded. "Sure. Jiangbei is under my jurisdiction. Since he dares to open a branch here, he's slapping me in the face."
"Patriarch, you don't need to go. I can handle it," Yang Lielan said to Wei Jingzhi.
"Senior, I think it's better if you go personally. Wang Hun failed to kill me last time, so this time he will definitely resort to any means necessary. I'm afraid this senior might be in danger."
Xu Mu looked at Wei Jingzhi.
"Boy, are you looking down on me? Do you know who I am? I am the Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect, Yang Lielan!"
"What? You are Yang Lielan of the Profound Heaven Sect?"
Hearing this, Dai Xingluo was shocked.
In the past, the Profound Heaven Sect was a top-tier sect on par with Mount Kunlun. But later, for some unknown reason, many of their top experts died.
Afterward, under Wei Jingzhi's leadership, the Profound Heaven Sect joined the government.
Wei Jingzhi became a high-level cleaner, while the genius girl of the Profound Heaven Sect, Yang Lielan, became the Sect Master.
She remembered that Yang Lielan was only seventeen or eighteen when she took over as Sect Master.
A top-tier sect being handed over to a teenage girl was huge news in the ancient martial arts world at the time.
Dai Xingluo had also heard about this incident.
"It seems you know who I am. So what if it's Wang Hun? I can still kill him!"
Yang Lielan said coldly.
"So you are the Sect Master of the Profound Heaven Sect. I met a woman before named Wei Yinyun. I think she's a disciple of your sect," Xu Mu said with a smile.
"Yinyun? You've met her? She is my closed-door disciple," Yang Lielan explained.
Hearing this, Xu Mu cursed internally. This Brother Evil God was actually copying the dead Brother Son-in-law.
Fang Chu had a mother and daughter, and Wu Tian had a master and disciple.
"Xu Mu, let Lielan go. She's the last pillar of our Profound Heaven Sect," Wei Jingzhi said with a laugh.
"What do you mean 'last pillar'? Every single one of my disciples is a dragon among humans. Their future potential is limitless."
Yang Lielan shot a glance at Wei Jingzhi, then turned to Xu Mu. "Where is the address? We'll go right now."
"Sect Master, this time I'm taking my people to gain some experience. My demands aren't high. If Wang Hun is there, you just need to hold him off," Xu Mu said with a smile.
"I won't just hold him off; I'll kill him!" Yang Lielan said coldly.
"Alright, then let's go now!"
After bidding farewell to Wei Jingzhi, Xu Mu took the group toward their destination.
This time, the location was only an hour's drive from Jiang City.
They arrived very quickly.
Xu Mu parked the car in front of a hotel, and he, along with the other four, headed toward the ruins on the back mountain.
"We still need to be cautious this time. You two stay close to me the entire time."
Xu Mu looked at Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo beside him.
"Don't worry, brother."
Dai Xingluo smiled and took a longsword out of her spatial ring.
Yang Lielan was a bit surprised. She hadn't expected someone who hadn't even reached the Grandmaster realm to possess a spatial ring, and to be so unafraid of it being snatched away.
"This is the place."
Xu Mu checked the address on his phone and pointed to a rock ahead.
Just as he finished speaking, Yang Lielan walked over and entered the ruins first.
"Let's go too."
Xu Mu looked at the people beside him, determined to see what kind of trick Wang Hun was going to pull this time.

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