Chapter 194: Lying

Hearing this, the down-and-out scholar spoke with a thoughtful expression:

"I heard that several major events recently occurred in the capital of Great Li, one of which was Emperor Yuanwu officially recognizing an Eighth Imperial Prince. It is said that this prince had previously wandered among the common people and never appeared in the Great Li court. Could this person be him?"

The other three exchanged glances, and the old man Wu Yong slowly spoke:

"We cannot rule out this possibility. However, regardless of which Imperial Prince acted, the likelihood of the Great Li court taking action against Fallen God Peak is quite high."

"Furthermore, since Mo Mo is certain that this prince possesses unfathomable martial cultivation, it is possible that he is the very source of confidence for the Great Li court this time."

Upon hearing this, the plump woman Lin Tang's expression shifted, and she looked at the old man, asking:

"Such an opportunity is extremely rare; perhaps it is also an opportunity for us."

At this moment, both the down-and-out scholar Sui Zhen and the woman Lin Yueru flashed a glint of sharp light in their eyes.

"I suggest we immediately relay this news back to the sect. If the conflict between the Great Li court and Fallen God Peak is confirmed, we, the Divine Beings, absolutely cannot sit idly by."

Lin Yueru spoke in a deep voice, while Sui Zhen narrowed his eyes and said:

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits. Even if the Great Li court cannot take Fallen God Peak, it will inevitably cause significant turmoil for them."

"If we take this opportunity to ascend Fallen God Peak and seize the Divine Blood they have accumulated over many years, our Divine Power and the sect's strength will both reach a new level."

Upon hearing this, Lin Tang and the other two fell silent for a moment, until finally the old man Wu Yong spoke:

"First, relay this matter back to the sect. That group has Mo Mo watching them, so we can secretly confirm their intentions and know their whereabouts at all times."

Hearing this, the plump woman nodded, but soon shook her head and said:

"I will handle the transmission of the message. However, my younger sister is playful, impulsive, and unmanageable. She is currently following that Imperial Prince. If we wish to contact her, I fear it depends entirely on whether she is willing to pay us any attention."

Upon hearing this, Lin Tang also sighed, merely shaking her head repeatedly.

Among all the Divine Beings, the situation of the three sisters was extremely special, and among the three of them, the youngest sister's situation was the most unique of all.

If she runs around everywhere, truly no one can control her.

At this moment, the old man Wu Yong and the down-and-out scholar Sui Zhen seemed to be very aware of this situation, and helplessly spoke:

"We will try our best. After all, that child Mo Mo is on our side."

The Bai Family Mansion.

Lady Murong Xiaoya, clad in a black robe, stood amidst the roaring flames. Her eyes displayed swirling molten gold, and her beautiful face was cold and calm.

The middle-aged man from Fallen God Peak and Han Meiyan before her were each recounting the relationship between the Han family and Fallen God Peak, occasionally answering questions posed by Lady Murong Xiaoya.

"Miss Lady Murong, I have fully answered all the questions you wished to ask. The siege of the Lady Murong family by the Four Great Families this time has absolutely no connection to my Han family. Please show mercy and allow us to depart."

At this moment, Han Meiyan stopped speaking, clasped his hands, and looked at Lady Murong Xiaoya with apprehension.

The middle-aged man from Fallen God Peak nearby was being burned by the flames swirling around him until he was in a pitiful state; not a single inch of his skin and flesh remained intact. At this moment, he was in unbearable pain and cried out loudly for mercy:

"I have told you everything I know. I beg you to spare my life. If you continue burning, I will truly be burned to death..."

Hearing this, Lady Murong Xiaoya said nothing, merely raising her hand lightly.

In the next instant, the middle-aged man, who had already been burned almost into charcoal, suddenly fell silent. His heart instantly exploded, turning directly into a cloud of blood mist.

At this time, Lady Murong Xiaoya spoke calmly:

"Earlier, Father told me that Fallen God Peak has bullied the Lady Murong family for many years, and we merely swallowed our anger due to their power. Now, there is no need to tolerate them any longer."

Then, the corpse of the middle-aged man, originally burned by flames, crashed down with a boom, while the cloud of blood mist condensed into a wisp of refined blood, which Lady Murong Xiaoya absorbed.

Seeing this scene, Han Meiyan and the old man beside him both changed color.

However, before the two could speak, Han Meiyan felt his heart suddenly tighten. At the same time, Lady Murong Xiaoya's extremely indifferent voice reached his ears:

"Just now, you spoke a total of twenty-one sentences, three of which were lies. As I said before, if you dare to lie to me, you must bear the consequences yourself."

"No..."

"Stop!"

Han Meiyan and the servant old man spoke almost simultaneously. The true energy barrier the old man had secretly condensed to protect Han Meiyan's heart instantly collapsed, and the other's heart subsequently exploded with a boom into a cloud of blood mist.

Han Meiyan only had time to scream the last word in terror before his entire life force vanished.

"Young Master!"

The servant old man, filled with shock and rage, hurriedly tried to grab the corpse, but in the next instant, crimson-gold flames suddenly rose from Han Meiyan's body without wind. In the blink of an eye, he was burned to ash.

"You... are asking for death!"

The servant old man's hand, extended in mid-air, froze. The expression on his aged face stiffened, and then a sky-piercing killing intent erupted from his entire body. He suddenly turned to look at Lady Murong Xiaoya.

In an instant, the true energy of the four directions and the heavens suddenly boiled. The servant old man stood still like a mountain, yet suffocating pressure surrounded him. The air emitted cracking sounds as if it could no longer bear the weight, and everything around him began to crumble.

Visible to the naked eye, the great hall originally burned by the great fire was swept by an invisible spiritual pressure, instantly turning into ash. Bricks and stones turned to powder, and the burning fire dust silently vanished into wisps of green smoke.

At this moment, even the flames illuminating the old man's body produced a strange distortion, as if even the light rays were awed by this aged body.

At this time, he finally raised his hand, where veins were tangled like dragons, as if grasping the space of the entire world before him, and slowly clenched his fingers toward Lady Murong Xiaoya across the void.

Lady Murong Xiaoya was slender, her skin like snow, her crimson hair like a waterfall, and her cherry lips red without any paint.

She stood before the great hall that had already vanished, and the power of the entire world around her seemed to be pressing down upon her.

However, there was not a trace of emotion on her face; she merely spoke slowly:

"Do you think you can escape?"

In the next instant, rolling crimson-gold flames rose from behind her. Then, the void suddenly distorted, and a crimson shadow seemed to tear through space and unfold, transforming into a ferocious phantom of Zhu Que.

The phantom of Zhu Que had a wingspan of ten zhang. Every feather was condensed from the sky-filling burning fire. As its tail feathers swayed, golden flames sprinkled down, exploding into towering pillars of fire.

Lady Murong Xiaoya's figure suddenly vanished from her spot. The phantom of Zhu Que flapped its wings and dove in an instant, sweeping a shockwave of sound and fire patterns in all directions. The exposed earth and rock on the surface, under the high-temperature burning wind, turned into tiny, crystal-like glass.

The servant old man's pupils suddenly widened. The hand he had just raised was, in his line of sight, visibly burning into ash bit by bit.

(End of Chapter)