Chapter 1967: Wang Yuyan Uproots the Weeping Willow, Leaving Bystanders Stunned (Second Update, Requesting Subscription)

Wang Yuyan had been stunned by her own origins, and had no attention left for her mother's jealousy and squabbling.

At this moment, she felt utterly filthy, as if washed a thousand times and still not clean.

There was only one voice in her heart— I am the child born of my mother's adultery!

This blow was too great for her.

One moment she was pure and spotless, the next her bloodline had become tainted.

Wang Yuyan stood up, feeling her body weak, swaying as if about to collapse.

Zhu Zhu hurried forward and supported her.

"Young Lady, are you alright?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head, like a sick Xi Shi: "Zhu Zhu, shouldn't I call you sister?"

Lady Wang heard this and immediately flew into a rage.

"Could Zhu Zhu also be the Prince's daughter?"

Lady Wang secretly seethed— no wonder she never liked Zhu Zhu; it turned out she was another brat born of a fox spirit.

If her servants hadn't all been killed, and if Mu Wanzhen hadn't been beside her, she would have made Zhu Zhu experience the methods of the Mantuo Shanzhuang.

Zhong Ling sneered smugly: "Exactly. Zhu Zhu is also my sister!"

Wang Yuyan looked at Zhong Ling, seeing her radiant smile, and couldn't help feeling curious.

What kind of environment could possibly have shaped her such a lively and clever personality?

Unlike her, who had always stayed within the Shanzhuang, like an ordinary woman, never seeing anyone outside her cousin and her cousin's servants and attendants—557.

Now, recalling these things, Wang Yuyan felt even her cousin's figure fading in her heart, no longer so deeply cherished.

"Sister Mu, you said you'd take me away— then let's go," Wang Yuyan sighed, glancing around and feeling this place filled with sorrow; she couldn't bear to stay another moment— "I don't want to stay here anymore."

Mu Wanzhen nodded: "Then let's go."

Lady Wang roared: "Yuyan, you cannot leave! How can a woman go out into the world and show her face?"

Wang Yuyan merely shook her head, saying nothing, hiding behind Mu Wanzhen, deaf to her mother's words.

Lady Wang was furious, yet dared not approach because of Mu Wanzhen's aura; the standoff continued.

Just then, Mu Wanzhen's group slowly rose into the air, flying into the clouds.

Lady Wang stared, eyes wide, mouth agape.

This was certainly not something Wu Gong could achieve.

As she thought this, a massive palm print descended, striking the small island of the Mantuo Shanzhuang; the ground trembled violently.

"If you dare act up again, I won't spare you!"

For Jianghu feuds and killings, Mu Wanzhen didn't care (cddb); after all, she was a Jianghu person herself— deaths were nothing.

But she still had at least one line she wouldn't cross.

Snatching anyone she disliked and turning them into fertilizer for flowers— that was no different from Ye Hei.

Lady Wang saw the tea flowers ripped from their stems, floating in the air for several breaths before falling; suddenly, the once-blooming Mantuo Shanzhuang lay in ruins.

Broken petals, soil, and bleached bones littered the ground; mixed with the crushed corpse of the old woman from earlier, now reduced to sludge, the scene was like hell itself.

Smelling the stench and seeing her life's work destroyed, Lady Wang's vision darkened and she fainted.

Above the sky.

Wang Yuyan, worried, asked: "Will Mother be alright?"

Mu Wanzhen casually sent a thread of true qi to Lady Wang and said: "Don't worry— with this true qi, I guarantee her safety. By the way, Yuyan, I recall your family has some Wu Gong scrolls, right?"

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Do you want them, Sister?"

Mu Wanzhen nodded: "I'm short on points right now— all my previous points were borrowed. Selling these scrolls will let me pay them back."

Saying this, she descended again to the Mantuo Shanzhuang, found the Langhuan Jade Cave, and sold its scrolls.

"So many points— I've hit the jackpot."

In high spirits, Mu Wanzhen led everyone away once more.

At this point, Lady Wang had awakened, easing Wang Yuyan's worries and allowing her to depart without guilt.

Above the sky.

Wang Yuyan asked curiously: "Sister Mu, what are these 'points'? And the technique that made the scrolls vanish— is that some kind of divine art?"

In good spirits, Mu Wanzhen explained the chat group.

Zhong Ling, already aware of the truth, occasionally chimed in smugly.

Wang Yuyan was stunned: "Other worlds?"

If someone had simply told her this, she would never have believed it.

But now she was floating in the sky, and had witnessed the terrifying scene Mu Wanzhen had created— how could she have any doubt left?

"Once we find Zi Zi, we'll visit other worlds. Your current strength is too weak— I'll teach you a divine incantation. Practice it daily, without slack."

Wang Yuyan's eyes brightened: "A divine incantation? Like the ones Daoist Priests chant?"

Though she rarely left home, she had been to Wuxi and seen Monks and Daoist Priests performing rituals.

To her, the chanting of Daoist Priests and Monks seemed ridiculous.

The thought of herself having to chant like that made her expression twist.

If this continued, wouldn't she become a witch?

As she thought this, Mu Wanzhen cleared her throat softly and began chanting; as she chanted, light shimmered across her body.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan grew curious and listened intently.

Her memory was already sharp, and the Tai Xuan Divine Incantation was not long; in moments, she had memorized it and began reciting it aloud.

As she chanted, Wang Yuyan realized the profound mystery of this divine incantation.

As a walking treasure trove of martial arts, she had not cultivated martial arts herself, yet she understood the principles within them in great detail.

For ordinary cultivators, sensing Qi within three days is genius; cultivating internal force within half a month is already top-tier talent in the world.

As far as he knew, her cousin had taken seven days to cultivate internal force.

And this divine incantation had instantly generated an extraordinary force, causing power to flow through her body; in but an instant, she felt herself grow dozens of times stronger, possessing inhuman strength.

"Could this not be a dream?"

Even after Mu Wanzhen set everyone down on the ground, Wang Yuyan remained dazed, walking to the riverbank and reaching out to grasp a willow tree as wide as a bowl.

With a surge of her fingers, there came a crack—her fingers sank into the tree trunk, which softened like tofu.

With a light upward pull, the ground trembled, and the willow tree slowly uprooted itself from the earth.