Chapter 578: 577. Chapter 572: No Code of Honor

577. Chapter 572: No Code of Honor

Ding Huan's Cosmic Pot moved with incredible speed; within half a day, it had come to a stop outside the Mu Clan's immortal territory.

"This is the Mu Clan's territory—outsiders…" One of the Mu Clan's guards spotted the Cosmic Pot descending and immediately stepped forward to rebuke it.

But his words cut off mid-sentence.

It wasn't because he recognized Chang Guafu's beauty—he recognized Ding Huan.

"Master Ding…" The guard's expression instantly turned respectful.

Across the entire Grand Dao Corridor, no one dared offend this Master Ding.

Rumors said it was this very man who drained the half-god veins from the Tianxing Dao Academy and the Xi Xu Dao Academy.

Not only that, Ding Huan destroyed the main gate of the Yonghuang Divine Art Academy and killed twelve Immortal Emperors, including the academy's dean, Yuan You.

After doing all this, Master Ding didn't flee—he openly entered seclusion within the Yonghuang Divine Art Academy.

Yet the Immortal Surveillance Office didn't dare lift a finger.

Even that reckless troublemaker Xie Kuangren had vanished without a trace.

He was just a lowly retainer—dare he confront or rebuke someone like this? Did he want to die faster?

Ding Huan nodded: "Take me to see Clan Master Mu."

He didn't ask the guard to announce him—he simply spoke and walked straight toward the entrance of the Mu Clan's protective array.

If he were visiting any other immortal clan, Ding Huan would never be so disrespectful, relying on his strength.

Mu Congfei's conduct had simply disgusted him.

"This…"

The retainer hesitated for only an instant before seeing that Ding Huan showed no intention of seeking his approval—he rushed ahead and said, "Of course, Master Ding, please follow me."

As he spoke, he had already sent a message inward.

He could block others—but he dared not block Ding Huan.

Even though the Mu Clan was one of the top two immortal clans in the Grand Dao Corridor, he still dared not block him.

As Ding Huan and Chang Guafu stepped into the front courtyard, a booming laugh rang out, followed by a middle-aged man swiftly approaching:

"Mu Congdao of the Mu Clan greets Master Ding. Your arrival brings great honor to our clan—please, join us in the Guest Hall for tea."

Upon learning of Ding Huan's arrival, Mu Congdao was both startled and delighted.

He was startled because this feared killer, whom no one dared provoke, had come to the Mu Clan—was he here to strike against them?

He was delighted because the Mu Clan had long planned to form a marital alliance with Ding Huan—specifically with their first beauty, Mu Wuhui.

But when he saw Chang Guafu standing behind Ding Huan, his heart grew uneasy.

Chang Guafu's consort, He Cong, was still imprisoned in the Mu Clan's dungeon; without seeing Chang Guafu, he had nearly forgotten He Cong entirely.

Ding Huan nodded: "Then I shall trouble you."

He offered no formal bow—just a casual remark—subtly revealing the arrogance of a supreme cultivator.

Mu Congdao wanted to greet Chang Guafu, but feared she might suddenly erupt and leave him humiliated, so he chose to pretend he noticed nothing.

Under Mu Congdao's guidance, Ding Huan soon reached the Guest Hall.

Guests and hosts took their seats, and trays of immortal fruit and rich, fragrant immortal tea were brought forth in succession.

Ding Huan lifted his cup of immortal tea, took a sip, and a faint aura seeped into his meridians, making his entire body and spirit feel refreshingly clear.

But inside, Ding Huan sneered.

This was Drunken Dao Tea—extremely valuable, highly beneficial for cultivators seeking to comprehend Dao and divine arts.

But after drinking it, one must not use spiritual sense or immortal energy for twenty-four hours, or face violent backlash.

The mildest consequence is shattered meridians; the worst is a cracked spiritual sea.

Ding Huan acted as if he knew nothing, draining the entire cup in a few gulps, then said: "Clan Master Mu, I have several matters to ask of you today."

Seeing Ding Huan drink the Drunken Dao Tea without hesitation, Mu Congdao breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been terrified of Ding Huan before—but now that he'd drunk the tea, he was safe.

Yet he still spoke politely: "Master Ding, say whatever you wish. If I, Mu Congdao, can do it, I will not refuse."

Ding Huan nodded: "Good. First, I need a Nine-Colored Void Lotus. Please, Clan Master Mu, part with it."

"Of course, if you need anything, I can try to find it for you."

Hearing this impudent demand, Mu Congdao's heart burned with rage.

Taking his Nine-Colored Void Lotus—and offering to find him whatever he wanted in return? Did he have no shame at all?

Before Mu Congdao could speak, a sudden voice intruded: "Master Ding, long admired. To meet you today is truly an honor."

Two people entered—a man and a woman. The man appeared even older than Mu Congdao.

The woman was strikingly beautiful, clearly a budding beauty, and seemed quite young.

"Mu Wuhui greets Master Ding," the young woman said, blushing slightly, then performed a celestial bow.

Yet she ignored Chang Guafu, seated beside Ding Huan.

The man, after greeting Ding Huan, smiled warmly at Chang Guafu:

"Feifei, where have you been all these years? I've searched everywhere for you. Now that you're back, don't leave again."

Chang Guafu ignored the man, instead casting a complex glance at Mu Wuhui.

Ding Huan thought inwardly: Could Mu Wuhui be Chang Guafu and Mu Congfei's daughter?

If so, Mu Wuhui was heartless indeed—her own mother sat right here, and she pretended not to see her.

Mu Congdao laughed: "Master Ding, this is my younger brother Mu Congfei and my niece Mu Wuhui."

Ding Huan nodded but said nothing.

He had already made his first demand—if Mu Congdao continued to pretend ignorance, he wouldn't hesitate to show his true colors.

"Master Ding, my niece Wuhui has long admired you. I have a proposal—why wait for a good day? Today..."

Before Mu Congdao could finish, Ding Huan waved his hand: "Chief Mu, set aside matters of the young for now. Let's discuss the matter at hand. Do you have the Nine-Colored Void Lotus I requested?"

Ding Huan spoke without the slightest softness, not the least bit courteous.

Not only Mu Congdao, but even Mu Congfei's face darkened.

As for Mu Wuhui, her face turned utterly pale.

She never intended to throw herself at him, yet when her clan sought to introduce her to Ding Huan, she was eager.

Not only did she seek out Ding Huan's disciples to propose this matter, but upon hearing he had arrived, she came forward herself.

Now it seemed Ding Huan paid her—this First Beauty—absolutely no mind.

Her gaze swept over the Widow Chang, seated beside Ding Huan, then her eyes filled with hatred.

If not for this woman, would Ding Huan have looked down on Mu Wuhui?

She was indeed the First Beauty, yet beside Widow Chang, she had no color whatsoever.

Mu Congdao's expression shifted between dark and light.

Ding Huan's achievements were simply too terrifying: he drained the Half-God Vein from Tianxing Dao Law Academy, killed several Immortal Emperors, then went to Xixu Dao Law Academy and drained its Half-God Vein.

Then, alone with his spear, he destroyed the gate tower of Yonghuang Divine Art Academy and killed twelve Immortal Emperors.

Ding Huan did not know his disciples had been betrayed by Yonghuang Divine Art Academy, so when draining the Xixu Dao Law Academy's Half-God Vein, he disguised himself as Zuo Shanwei.

Originally, Ding Huan intended to frame Zuo Shanwei.

But the plan backfired—now Zuo Shanwei's deeds were being blamed on him.

Ding Huan was not in a hurry; he lifted the newly refilled Immortal Spirit tea cup and took another sip.

A faint sneer curled at the corner of Mu Congdao's eye; he was about to speak when a flying sword landed in his hand.

Seeing the message on the flying sword, Mu Congdao leapt to his feet and immediately moved to rush out.

Yet after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned to Ding Huan: "Master Ding, you did not drain the Half-God Veins from Tianxing Dao Law Academy and Xixu Dao Law Academy?"

Ding Huan's spiritual sense had already seen the message on Mu Congdao's flying sword: someone had broken into the Immortal Surveillance Bureau's headquarters and stolen its Half-God Vein.

Moreover, the intruder had already killed three Immortal Emperors of Mid-Stage and was now trapped within the Great Killing Array of the Dao Corridor, severely wounded.

Ding Huan was certain: the one who stole this Half-God Vein was Zuo Shanwei.

This Zuo Shanwei truly has talent—has he already used up one Half-God Vein in such a short time?

But walk too many night paths, and you'll eventually meet a ghost.

This fellow is audacious beyond measure—he dares to strike at the Immortal Surveillance Bureau's Half-God Vein.

The Immortal Surveillance Bureau controls the entire Dao Corridor; the core of the protective array guarding the Dao Corridor must be within the Immortal Surveillance Bureau.

That core is the Heaven's Cosmos Cover.

Even if the dung beetle has the Sky-Piercing Hammer, he'll drink a full cup this time.

Ding Huan spoke calmly: "I am, after all, a Six-Star Dao Master. Would I go steal the Half-God Vein from Tianxing Dao Law Academy?"

"Very well. If that's the case, let's settle our business later..." Mu Congdao finished and moved to rush out of the Mu Clan's Immortal Clan.

Ding Huan had drunk the Drunken Dao Tea; the rest of the Mu Clan could easily overpower him—he needed to reach the Immortal Surveillance Bureau.

Yet as he reached the doorway, a powerful force slammed him back.

Ding Huan thought inwardly: "Dung beetle, today I'll help you out—otherwise, if this Immortal Emperor Perfect Mu Congdao goes over, you'll get another cup."

"Master Ding, what do you mean?" Mu Congdao's expression shifted slightly.

He was a Level-7 Immortal Array King, yet he could not sense the rank of the barrier blocking him.

Something that could effortlessly block an Immortal Emperor Perfect was certainly no ordinary Level-9 Immortal-Imprisoning Array.

Ding Huan spoke calmly: "I said you may leave—but only after we've settled the matter."

"Hahahaha..."

Mu Congdao laughed loudly, raised his hand, and a three-zhang painting halberd appeared in his grasp:

"Fine, the young are formidable. Then let me test your mettle..."

Before Mu Congdao's words had finished, Ding Huan's Wheel of Rebirth Spear erupted with countless spear points, crashing toward him.

Simultaneously, his domain was crushed by Ding Huan's, cracking again and again.

Mu Congdao choked back a mouthful of blood—he had intended to overwhelm Ding Huan with aura, then tell him he, Mu Congdao, was no Yuan You.

But his aura had barely begun to extend when Ding Huan struck—no martial virtue at all.

Wait—how could Ding Huan move? Hadn't he just drunk the Drunken Dao Tea?