Chapter 175: Your Wife, I Will Raise Her; Do Not Worry~

Zhang Jie, while slandering the Murong Fu family and the Great Song, continued to slump in the chair and feign death;

he still wanted to see what kind of good show Murong Fu and the others would perform for him.

He, Zhang Jie, is just such a person who enjoys watching the fun~

"Who is he?"

Li Yan Zong, or rather Murong Fu, walked with his head held high to the front of

the four great elders who were slumped on the ground, and pointed at Zhang Jie, who was feigning death, and asked.

"Hmph!"

"This is the Sect Leader of our Beggar Sect!

You Xixia dog, show some respect!"

The hot-tempered Wu Qingfeng snorted coldly, cursing at Murong Fu, this Xixia person who was disrespectful to Zhang Jie.

However, his words could be considered as introducing Zhang Jie to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu subconsciously ignored Wu Qingfeng's foul language;

anyway, Wu Qingfeng was cursing at a Xixia dog, what did that have to do with him, Gusu Murong Fu?

But hearing Zhang Jie's identity, he frowned and asked:

"Isn't your Beggar Sect leader Qiao Feng just having left?

How could a new leader be selected so quickly?"

He, who had been lurking in the Apricot Forest earlier, had seen Qiao Feng leave in a hurry not long ago.

When did the Beggar Sect become so efficient?

The old leader had been gone for less than half an hour, and a new leader had already been selected.

According to his original plan, he, Murong Fu, wasn't unable to be the Beggar Sect leader!

But how long had it been, and someone had already gotten there first?

And he even knew this person:

that scoundrel who had been very close to his cousin and aunt recently!

How could he, who regarded the Beggar Sect as something in his pocket, accept this?

"Since when did our Beggar Sect need to consider the thoughts of you Xixia dogs when selecting a leader?"

Chen Guyan directly cursed back.

"You..."

Being cursed one after another, Murong Fu was suddenly anxious.

Once he could endure it, but being cursed again, even with his cultivation, he couldn't help it.

Think of him, Southern Murong, where in the Central Plains Wu Lin was he not respected? When had he ever been insulted like this?

The former Beggar Sect leader Qiao Feng was only on par with him, Murong Fu,

and when he saw him, Murong Fu, he had to respectfully call him "Young Master Murong"!

'Calm down, I must calm down!

All the insults I am suffering now are for the great cause of restoration!'

Murong Fu took a few deep breaths to suppress the anger rising in his heart.

"This General will not lower himself to your level!"

Murong Fu flicked his sleeves and left, staying away from these guys who were not polite at all

and deeply discriminated against his current Xixia identity.

"How is it? Have you checked it out?"

Seeing Murong Fu come out, Helian Tieshu, who was on his horse, asked directly.

"General, these Beggar Sect people are not bad; they can be used to replenish the strength of our Hall of One-Class."

Murong Fu, who had suppressed the anger in his heart and become calm, continued to push his plan,

answering with an honest appearance, and then his tone suddenly changed:

"General, but there is one person who absolutely cannot be left alive!"

"Who?"

Helian Tieshu lowered his head, wanting to see who had aroused such great murderous intent in the young man he valued.

"It's him."

Murong Fu pointed at Zhang Jie, who was slumped on the chair, and continued:

"General, this person is the new leader of the Beggar Sect; once he also joins our Hall of One-Class,

then these Beggar Sect people will have a backbone; at that time, it's hard to say they won't have any small ideas."

As he spoke, he raised his palm and made a throat-slitting gesture:

"In your subordinate's view, it would be better to kill him right here to prevent future trouble!"

"Kill him..."

A trace of regret flashed in Helian Tieshu's eyes.

This new Beggar Sect leader was quite a pretty boy;

he had even wanted to capture him back and offer him to the Empress Dowager!

It is said that the Empress Dowager liked this type.

If he gained the Empress Dowager's appreciation, his position as General Conquering the East might not be unable to move up a bit.

After all, although the real power of the entire Great Xia court was nominally in the hands of the Great King, who was already an adult,

had many sons and daughters, and claimed to be fully in power, who in the court didn't know that real power was still firmly in the hands of the Empress Dowager?

Although the Empress Dowager had no name of ruling from behind the curtain, she had the reality of ruling from behind the curtain!

And judging by the Empress Dowager's youthful and unfathomable cultivation despite being over eighty,

it was uncertain who between her and the Great King would go to see the late King first!

But what Li Yan Zong said also made sense:

If this pretty boy really won the Empress Dowager's favor,

and had these Beggar Sect disciples as his claws and teeth,

then his position as the master of the Hall of One-Class might not be stable.

Faced with possible uncertain gains and the huge risk that was very likely to come in the future,

Helian Tieshu, with his rugged face, finally chose to play it safe.

He looked at Li Yan Zong/Murong Fu and ordered:

"You go and finish off that Beggar Sect leader!"

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Murong Fu, who had been full of resentment toward Zhang Jie, accepted happily.

Step, step.

Murong Fu, having received the order, walked to Zhang Jie's front.

Swish!

He pulled out the long sword at his waist.

The clear sword body flashed with blinding cold light under the sunlight;

obviously, this precious sword was a rare divine weapon.

Just as Murong Fu was about to seal his throat with one sword and end Zhang Jie's life,

Zhang Jie, who was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

His lacquer-like eyes made Murong Fu subconsciously turn his head away, not daring to look directly.

"You want to kill me?"

Zhang Jie's tone was calm, without a single ripple,

as if he were the one holding the sword, preparing to kill.

"Yes, I want to kill you!"

Murong Fu felt incomparable shame for subconsciously turning his head.

Who was he?

He was the master of Canhe Manor!

He was Southern Murong!

He was the royal descendant of the Great Yan Murong clan!

He was the restorer destined to revive Great Yan and restore the past glory of the Murong clan!

He absolutely could not bow to a so-called Beggar Sect leader!

Murong Fu raised his head, trying hard to look directly into Zhang Jie's calm and unfathomable eyes.

"Do you know my habit?

I will kill anyone who wields a weapon against me with murderous intent.

Even if this person, regardless of his murderous intent or his weapon, poses not a shred of threat to me."

Zhang Jie still looked at Murong Fu calmly.

"Stop playing god here!

You are poisoned by 'Sorrowful Breeze' and can't even lift a shred of strength!"

Murong Fu, feeling inexplicably uneasy, chose to use a roar to cover up the unease in his heart.

"Yanzong, do it quickly!"

On the periphery, Helian Tieshu, who was already impatient, urged.

"Kill!"

Having made up his mind, Murong Fu raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed at Zhang Jie's vital heart with one sword.

If this sword hit, unless Zhang Jie was a Great Luo Golden Immortal descended to earth,

it would be a fate of certain death!

"Heaven-made sins may be forgiven; self-made sins cannot be lived!"

Zhang Jie sighed and stood up from the chair in the blink of an eye.

"You, you are not poisoned!"

Murong Fu seemed to have seen a ghost, his expression ferocious.

He had also tried "Sorrowful Breeze," but even he couldn't avoid being poisoned.

Didn't this mean Zhang Jie's martial arts were more profound than his, Southern Murong's?

"Even so, you must die!"

With the arrow on the string, Murong Fu had to fire, choosing to fight to the death.

He poured all his internal energy into the precious sword in his hand,

and a foot of sword Qi emerged from the tip, cutting the air with a "hissing" sound.

'Regretful Dragon Subduing!'

Facing Murong Fu's sure-kill sword, Zhang Jie lightly stretched his arm and struck with one palm.

"Roar!"

A loud dragon roar resounded for hundreds of meters.

"Neigh!"

The warhorses under the Xixia warriors became violent and restless, as if they had seen a flood beast.

"Giddyup! Giddyup!"

The Xixia warriors hurriedly pacified the frightened horses, but many people and horses still fell over.

One unlucky guy was trampled to death by a frightened warhorse after falling off his horse.

His brains were splattered, he bled from his seven orifices, his bones were broken, and he died extremely miserably.

At this moment, Zhang Jie's palm also made contact with Murong Fu's long sword.

But the scene Murong Fu imagined, where his precious sword's sharpness cut off half of Zhang Jie's palm, did not appear;

instead, the precious sword that the Murong family had passed down for hundreds of years shattered inch by inch under Zhang Jie's palm!

"Drink!"

The next instant, Murong Fu only felt a boundless force like a mountain collapsing and the sky tilting strike from the remaining sword hilt;

no matter how he poured all his strength and internal energy, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

Creak, creak!

Every bone and every inch of muscle in his body was crying out that they couldn't bear the weight.

"Star-Shifting!"

Facing this life-and-death crisis, Murong Fu could no longer care about hiding,

directly performing his Murong family's ancestral unique skill, created by his ancestor Murong Longcheng,

the unique skill "Star-Shifting," known as "returning the other's way to the other's body."

But what made him despair was that even though he performed "Star-Shifting,"

Zhang Jie's palm was still approaching him at an unstoppable speed.

"Force, force, force! Pushing everything horizontally is force!"

Zhang Jie didn't perform the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," which was similar to the Murong family's "Star-Shifting" and came from the Yitian Zhang Jie,

but directly pressed down with a simple and unadorned palm.

The general outline of the "Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms" records that it has neither exquisite moves

nor light-body techniques that leave no trace; what it has is only force, boundless great force!

Crack!

Murong Fu's arms twisted into twists the moment they made contact with Zhang Jie's palm.

"Pfft!"

Then he spat out another mouthful of blood, which also contained many fragments of internal organs.

His internal organs were shattered by the boundless force.

Now, he was truly a Great Luo Golden Immortal descended to earth who could only sigh helplessly!

"Unexpectedly, I, Murong Fu, would eventually die here!"

In the last moment of his life, Murong Fu thought of many things.

He thought of his father who died young,

and his mother who followed his father shortly after due to excessive grief.

He thought of the four great retainers who were loyal to him, Bao Bu Tong, Feng Bo E, and the others.

He thought of A'Zhu and A'Bi who had always taken care of him meticulously.

He thought of that beautiful figure at Mantuo Villa, with a face like a peach blossom,

who was always pestering him, asking him to tell stories, and calling him cousin.

Finally, he thought of his unfulfilled ideal.

"Great Yan, is restoring Great Yan ultimately, ultimately just a dream bubble?"

With strong regret, Murong Fu closed his eyes forever.

Of course, here he was just the Xixia warrior Li Yan Zong, not Southern Murong Murong Fu.

"Your wife, I will raise her; do not worry!"

Looking at Murong Fu's corpse, Zhang Jie's emotions were complex.

Murong Fu was undoubtedly a tragic figure; even if he didn't kill him,

he would eventually become a madman because his restoration dream was shattered.

Zhang Jie didn't actually have to kill him, but who told him to seek his own death?

Seeking his own death, he couldn't blame anyone else! ===== CHAPTER 176 =====

If you seek your own death, you cannot blame others!