Chapter 129

"No matter what happens, we will help with all our might."

A flash of mockery crossed Southern Murong Fu's eyes.

Help?

With just the four of you at the Master Realm?

What kind of help could you possibly provide?

If Ye Yu truly possesses the strength to kill a Heavenly Phenomenon expert in seconds,

the lot of you combined wouldn't be enough to withstand a single finger of his.

Southern Murong Fu shook his head slightly: "Listen to me, leave!"

Seeing this, Deng Baichuan

said nothing more, pulling Gongsun Qian and Feng Bo'e away from Canhe Manor.

On the road down the mountain,

Feng Bo'e was full of anger: "Now, what exactly is wrong with the Young Master?

It would be one thing if he didn't tell us anything.

But now, he won't even let us participate.

I think that after reaching the peak of his martial path, he looks down on us."

Gongsun Qian did not speak,

clearly tacitly agreeing with Feng Bo'e's view.

Deng Baichuan said with a desolate expression: "The three of us are merely household retainers.

Hah, household retainers viewed as useless trash!"

Meanwhile,

Zhao Min pulled Ye Yu along as they walked through the manor.

Seeing that no one was around,

she whispered: "Husband, I am not joking.

I truly feel that Southern Murong Fu intends to rebel.

The surname Murong, I have read in books, is the surname of a destroyed imperial clan.

I feel that his invitation for you to meet him here

has impure motives.

If you cannot reach a consensus with him,

I think there is no need to deliberately provoke him.

You can play along and feign friendship.

We can discuss other matters after we leave the manor.

Otherwise, I fear he might act against you."

Ye Yu smiled without a word, looking at Zhao Min beside him.

Quick-witted, prescient, and possessing grand strategies—

these words applied to Zhao Min

were truly very fitting.

To be able to see so much from just two maps

is truly monstrous.

Zhao Min frowned slightly: "Husband, what are you laughing at!

I am being serious."

Ye Yu gripped Zhao Min's hand tightly,

smiling as he said: "Wife, you don't need to worry so much.

Don't forget, Southern Murong Fu is an expert,

but I am an expert as well.

If he truly wants to act against me,

killing him is not difficult."

Seeing that Ye Yu did not seem to be lying,

Zhao Min immediately laughed: "Oh, an expert? How high is your level?"

"Very, very high—as high as a multi-story building."

That afternoon,

Southern Murong Fu received a young woman

and brought her into a small hall.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,

the woman stood up instantly, saying in disbelief: "Cousin, you would actually have me marry someone I don't even know,

just to complete your grand cause?"

This woman was none other than Southern Murong Fu's cousin, Wang Yuyan.

A few days ago,

Southern Murong Fu had written to Wang Yuyan, who was far away at Mantuo Manor,

telling her she must come to Canhe Manor,

as there was a matter of utmost importance to discuss.

Wang Yuyan, anxious and worried, had rushed out with only a maid.

She finally arrived at Canhe Manor today,

but never imagined that

upon arriving here,

Southern Murong Fu would tell her she must marry a stranger she had never met.

This made Wang Yuyan extremely angry.

In this world,

Wang Yuyan did not harbor romantic feelings for Southern Murong Fu;

the two of them merely had a normal cousin relationship.

Southern Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold: "Cousin, those who achieve great things do not fuss over trifles.

Yes, I have thought about winning Ye Yu over.

If I have his help, my grand cause could be completed at least ten years early.

But so what?

Even setting aside my grand cause,

Ye Yu is a rising star in the Wu Lin, his strength is extraordinary, and he is a handsome man.

Such a good husband would be hard to find even if you searched with a lantern.

Be obedient.

Your brother would not harm you!"

Wang Yuyan took half a step back,

her expression desolate.

She murmured: "Cousin, you are truly mad.

You are truly mad!

I tell you, if you want to win him over, marry him yourself.

In any case, I will not marry someone I have never seen before; you can give up on that idea!"

"Now that you are here, it is no longer up to you!"

Southern Murong Fu sneered,

then walked out of the small hall.

Immediately after,

two large-framed servant women walked in.