Chapter 164: The Hall Erupts in Uproar

Mu Yuanzheng and Zhao Tian are both formidable cultivators, and their sense of aura is naturally sharper than that of others. When that terrifyingly powerful aura enveloped them like a massive net, its threads seeped in everywhere like liquid mercury. Their bodies stiffened, a soul‑born fear rose to their hearts, and they involuntarily curled up.

What kind of person could possess such a mighty aura?

Donglin Country, when did such a master arrive?

Just as they were silently startled, a figure appeared in their sight.

The newcomer wore a black robe, tall and graceful, features like a painting, peerlessly handsome, as beautiful as a demon god, surrounded by imperial aura, noble and extraordinary, gazing over the world.

It turned out to be the reigning National Master!

No one knew how he arrived; he seemed to appear in the Wine House in an instant.

"National Master!" Zhao Tian exclaimed, his face showing shock.

Upon hearing that the National Master was present, everyone's complexion changed instantly; without a second thought they knelt, each offering a reverent bow to the National Master, as devout as possible.

In Donglin Country, no one has won the people's hearts more than the National Master.

The National Master's great achievements need no elaboration; even his unparalleled looks alone can make countless people swoon. Moreover, he is not merely a pretty vase—his temperament is exceptionally noble and unmatched, leaving others unable to compare.

Ye Qingran turned to look at the suddenly appearing figure, raised an eyebrow, and was not surprised. If he hadn't come, she would still wonder whether Fu Qianchen was truly his biological child.

But he came, and in front of everyone he put on a cold, indifferent air—why flash a flippant smile at her?

Ye Qingran frowned and ignored him.

The National Master is too flirtatious; better keep distance.

Mu Qingrou's eyes burned as she examined the flawless man, her heart fluttered like a startled deer, her face flushed, and waves of heat surged in her abdomen.

Zhao Tian and Mu Yuanzheng, being notable figures themselves, recovered after the brief shock; the two simultaneously approached the National Master, bowing low, clasping fists, and said, "We have seen the National Master."

Zhao Tian forced a smile and said, "I did not know the National Master was coming; I hope we are not disturbing your refined mood."

The National Master slightly twisted his brow, gave no glance to the two, and instead his gaze passed over them to rest on Ye Qingran.

However, the woman only gave him a glance before looking away, which wounded him greatly.

He couldn't help wondering if he wasn't handsome enough. Yet Fu San had said that even the Xi Ji Shengyu had no more attractive men, let alone this small Donglin Country.

The National Master's gaze flickered. From his angle he caught Ye Qingran's profile. Her profile was exceedingly charming, skin luminous as jade, eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, chin—all perfectly contoured. Especially those moist, supple lips, if…

The National Master's eyes deepened involuntarily…

Although Ye Qingran hadn't looked at the National Master, his gaze was too intense; she even felt her profile being scorched by his stare.

She couldn't help turning her head and glaring.

Sensing Ye Qingran's warning glance, the National Master snapped out of some erotic reverie, placed a hand before his lips, cleared his throat, and finally looked at Zhao Tian, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Tian's eyes flickered; knowing the National Master had an interest in Ye Qingran, he skirted the issue: "Returning to the National Master, there's nothing much. The child was harmed, and I am merely avenging the child."

"Oh? How do you intend to take revenge?"

Zhao Tian couldn't gauge the elder's mind, thought briefly, and bluntly said, "I plan to kill them as a warning to others!"

"Kill them?" the National Master sneered, "Zhao Tian, you have such nerve!"

Zhao Tian's complexion changed instantly, his face full of terror.

"National Master, I do not know what I have done wrong?"

"My son, and you dare to kill him?!"

With those words, the whole room erupted in uproar.

Shocked gazes, rigidly shifting to Fu Qianchen and Mo Xiaohu, bore deep scrutiny.

These two plain‑clothed, mask‑wearing children—are they the National Master's two sons?!

Zhao Tian was shaken, quivered his lips, and tried to argue slyly: "National Master, they are merely common civilians; how could they be your children? Is there some misunderstanding?"

The National Master's brows tightened, "My own children wouldn't fail to recognize me? Do you need to point and gesticulate here?"

Zhao Tian hurriedly bowed his head, trembling, "I dare not!"

Mu Yuanzheng's mind buzzed at that moment.

He now deeply regretted. Had he known these two children were the National Master's offspring, even with a hundredfold courage, he wouldn't have dared to help Zhao Tian!

He followed Zhao Tian, bowing low, not daring to breathe. As the head of the Wuji Hall steward family, his status was noble, yet before this enigmatic National Master, he dared not act rashly.

Mu Qingrou widened her eyes, slightly parting her lips, her expression one of sheer terror.

If those two children are the National Master's, then she just…

Goo-dong~

Mu Qingrou swallowed hard, her heart filled entirely with fear.

"What are you still standing there for? Remove your masks and go to your mother."

The National Master said sternly to the two children.

Those words, though, gave the previously frightened crowd some other thoughts.

"Mother?"

Has the National Master already regarded Ye Qingran as the children's step‑mother?

It seems the rumors were true. The National Master has long admired Ye Qingran!

Ye Qingran held the National Master's words in her mouth, tasting them for a while, but something felt off.

Although both children called her 'mother' correctly, the phrasing from the National Master's mouth felt awkward—making him the biological father of Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen, and her truly their mother as well.

"Oh."

"Alright."

Fu Qianchen and Mo Xiaohu nodded, then obediently lifted their hands and removed their masks.

In an instant, two youthful faces appeared before the crowd.