Chapter 113

Curiosity was curiosity.

Chen Mu had no interest in getting involved in the farce of Hu Xiaopeng and Lu Tang’s competition for favor.

Listening to Hu Xiaopeng walking toward the inn, Chen Mu’s crouching figure retreated silently, sticking to the roof tiles, and left the inn.

Completely away, he resumed standing, his figure flickering as he hurried back to his residence.

In the night breeze came Hu Xiaopeng’s lowered shout.

"Where is the person? Didn't you say he was in the room? Why is he gone?"

"I... I don't know."

"You piece of trash! The person ran away, and you didn't even know! Trash!!"

The next day, Chen Mu got up early, washed up, went out, bought some breakfast on the street, and walked toward the city while eating.

It had been three days since he last went to the mass grave, and he could go again.

Outside Tai'an Prefecture city, there were also two mass graves.

One in the north, one in the south.

Chen Mu went to the north one first, looting two internal energy cards, and several stamina cards and energy cards.

Then, he rushed to the mass grave in the south, but had no harvest.

So he returned to the city.

Unexpectedly, less than a hundred meters after entering the city gate, a violent roar of true qi and the sound of houses collapsing came from the front.

Boom!

Bang!

"Ah~!"

"Scatter, scatter!"

"Run fast~"

"..."

Exclamations, screams, mixed with crying, came with the wind.

'Someone fighting in the street?'

Chen Mu’s eyes narrowed, his feet moved slightly, and his figure shot toward the source of the sound like an arrow from a bow.

He didn't fully unleash his light-body technique, only showing a speed consistent with his surface identity, but even so, it was much faster than ordinary martial artists.

In a few leaps, he arrived at the scene, on a bustling long street near the main street.

At this moment, the center of the street was a mess; the road paved with bluestone slabs was plowed with deep gullies by saber qi and force, the shops on both sides of the street had their doors and windows shattered, and even a section of the earthen wall had completely collapsed, with smoke and dust filling the air.

In the field, two figures were colliding, striking, and separating at an extremely fast speed, the immense power surging, and the wisps of force that erupted shot out continuously, forcing pedestrians on the street to flee in terror, away from the center of the battle.

Chen Mu went up to the roof and watched from a distance of dozens of meters.

Of the two fighting fiercely, one held a broad-bladed long saber as wide as a door panel; as he swung it, coarse, crimson saber qi burned the air, sweeping across and invincible, the momentum terrifying.

This person was an elder of the Golden Sun Gate, an expert at the fifth stage of the Innate Realm, Du Gongxian.

At this moment, his hair and beard were all bristling, his face was crimson, and his eyes were spitting fire; he was clearly angry to the extreme.

The other, his palms flying, his palm force thick and heavy like a mountain; every palm strike brought a dull explosion, and the solid, earthy-yellow palm prints shattered all the crimson saber qi, the resulting aftermath pouring onto both sides, blasting deep pits into the ground and walls.

His figure was lean and strong, his momentum surging.

He was none other than the third master of the Wang family, Wang Zhongyi.

Both were Innate experts who had been famous in Tai'an Prefecture for a long time; at this moment, they disregarded their status and fought fiercely on the street, without any scruples.

Chen Mu scanned the surroundings and found that many martial artists had also gone up to the roofs, watching with great interest one by one.

"Bang~"

"Boom!"

Collision sounds, explosion sounds continued.

After a fierce battle, Chen Mu saw that Du Gongxian and Wang Zhongyi’s cultivation were on par, and it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short time.

But if they continued to fight at this rate of destruction, this street would probably not be saved, and innocent people would be implicated.

While pondering, a familiar figure flew over from the distance, gliding rapidly, and arrived.

The person hadn't arrived, but the voice came first.

"Stop! Du Gongxian, Wang Zhongyi! If you two want to fight, go fight outside the city; if you strike in the city again, come with me to the jail!"

Swish~!

The figure flickered, forcibly breaking into the battlefield of Du Gongxian and Wang Zhongyi, and smashed a punch at each of them.

Bang~

Bang!

The person who arrived was none other than Lu Tang.

He was wearing the red fire uniform of a Martial Suppression Office guard, his face solemn, his gaze cold, scanning Du Gongxian and Wang Zhongyi.

Clearly, he had also been attracted by the movement here.

In terms of realm, Lu Tang was not as good as the two, Du Gongxian and Wang Zhongyi, but the identity of a Martial Suppression Office guard gave him the qualification to come forward and stop them.

Du Gongxian and Wang Zhongyi did indeed stop, each retreating a few steps, but they still glared at each other, their true qi surging, clearly not finished.

"Guard Lu!"

Du Gongxian said with a dark face, one hand holding the saber, the other pointing at Wang Zhongyi. "You came just in time! Quickly take down this old scoundrel who is full of nonsense and insults people's reputation!"

"Heh~"

Wang Zhongyi sneered, brushed the dust off his sleeves, although his sleeves had long been torn by saber qi, it didn't hinder his dashing movements, and he said coldly, "Old Ghost Du, can't win, so you want to borrow the official's power? What I said is the truth, where is the nonsense!"

Lu Tang stood between the two, frowning. "You two are both figures with faces in Tai'an Prefecture; what can't be discussed sitting down? Why must you fight in the street, disturbing the people? Destroying buildings?"

Hearing this, Du Gongxian stared, his beard trembling as he roared: "Ask him! Ask him what nonsense he said just now!"

Wang Zhongyi, however, showed a trace of strange pride, even tidying up his messy hair, and said loudly: "What does this old man dare not say? I was just drinking and chatting with Old Ghost Du just now, talking about Miss Mengjun of the Qi family, and this old man said that Miss Mengjun had expressed appreciation for me, seemingly having a favor for me. This old ghost was like a wild dog stepped on its tail, suddenly attacking! It's simply unreasonable!"

As soon as these words came out, not only was Lu Tang stunned, but even the people who were pricking up their ears to listen, the crowd of martial artists watching on the roofs, and the other Martial Suppression Office personnel who rushed over, were all stunned, and then there was an uproar!

"Qi Mengjun? That great beauty of the Qi family?"

"It's the number one beauty in Tai'an Prefecture!"

"Qi Mengjun favors Third Master Wang? This... if I remember correctly, Third Master Wang is almost sixty, right?"

"Fake! Impossible! How could Qi girl favor Wang Zhongyi?"

"Well, what if Qi Mengjun has unique tastes?"

"What did you say!?"

"..."

The street exploded.

Arguing, booing, laughing, a noisy mess.

Lu Tang, hearing various voices, also had an extremely colorful expression, opened his mouth, and for a moment didn't know how to respond.

He subconsciously looked at Wang Zhongyi’s face, which had twitching flesh and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, yet carried a bit of complacency, and then thought of that peerless Qi Mengjun, only feeling it was absurd.

Even Chen Mu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes slightly.

He only learned last night that Hu Xiaopeng and Lu Tang were competing for favor because of Qi Mengjun, and today he saw two Innate experts who were old enough to be Qi Mengjun’s grandfather generation fighting in the street because of a sentence of "favor," almost tearing down half a street...

This Qi Mengjun, what kind of red-faced disaster is she?

To what extent is she stunning, that even old Jianghu people who have seen storms and waves would be so out of their minds?

Or is there another hidden story?