Chapter 387: The Murong Siblings

PS: This volume follows Chapter 427. Yu Liancheng uses the "Method of Rebirth and Source Cultivation" to enter the world of Snow Sword Stride and descends via reincarnation.

The original plan was to descend as Xu Longxiang; I like the setting of Xu Longxiang having black hair, bare feet, and an invincible physical body.

However, no one in the comments liked it, and there has been too much of the Xu family, so let's change it: Murong Tonghuang, the younger brother of that pair of twins.

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Liyang Dynasty.

Jianzhou, Jiangdong.

Flutter, flutter!

A carrier pigeon flapped its wings, skimming across the land. It passed through the thick, ancient city walls, entering a bustling, populated area from the outskirts. It flew over buildings like restaurants and inns.

Once it flew into the residence bearing the "Murong Fu" plaque, its speed slowed, and it finally landed beside a middle-aged scholar of about forty, dressed in a fine green robe.

This middle-aged scholar stood in his long gown, a wisp of a beard on his chin; his face was gaunt and his bearing elegant, suggesting he must have been a handsome young man in his youth. Even now, he was quite charming, though a sense of malice always lingered between his brows.

As he reached out to take the letter, one could see that the little finger and ring finger of the scholar's right hand were severed at the root, as if cut by a sharp sword.

This middle-aged scholar was called Murong Qingsong, and he was the head of this Murong Family.

The Murong Family was a low-ranking clan in Jianzhou, far inferior to those powerful, entrenched noble families.

Of course, a noble family was still a noble family; compared to the common folk rolling in the mud, they were like heaven and earth.

"Three days from now, the Old Ancestor celebrates his birthday. We will send people to welcome the Murong siblings to Guniu Dagang. You all prepare yourselves."

Murong Qingsong removed the tied letter from the pigeon's leg, and after a brief glance, a look of joy appeared on his face.

Although it was unsigned, just by the four words "Guniu Dagang," Murong Qingsong knew this pigeon came from the "Xuanyuan Family" of Jiangdong.

Everyone knows that in Jianzhou, there is a saying: "Longhu in Jiangxi, Xuanyuan in Jiangdong."

The Xuanyuan Family could be mentioned in the same breath as the Daoist holy land of Longhu Mountain; naturally, it was an incredible behemoth with experts as numerous as clouds. A little bit of favor from them could elevate the Murong Family's status to a new level.

And the price was merely a pair of siblings from the Murong family.

Letting the Murong siblings go to serve that nearly hundred-year-old Xuanyuan Ancestor.

The lechery of the Xuanyuan Ancestor was a household name in Jianzhou. And the beauty of those two siblings was equally famous for a thousand miles.

"Murong Wuzhu, Murong Tonghuang..."

Murong Qingsong softly recited the two names. The image of the siblings' peerless, city-toppling beauty involuntarily surfaced in his mind. His breathing grew slightly heavy, revealing a hint of obsession, but then he gave a start, and a trace of fear actually welled up in his eyes.

"Murong Tonghuang, you hold yourself in high esteem. This time, since the Xuanyuan Ancestor has asked you to go up the mountain to serve him, let's see what you can do?!" Murong Qingsong revealed a look of malice. His right hand, missing two fingers, was actually trembling slightly.

—A trembling of excitement.

"Heh, this news should of course be told to the siblings early, so they can prepare themselves."

The malice at the corners of Murong Qingsong's mouth deepened, and he walked quickly toward the backyard.

He was looking forward to the expression on Murong Wutong's face when she learned of this news. Just thinking of her panicked and fearful expression made him feel a sense of gratification.

Before long, Murong Qingsong arrived at a courtyard with exquisite architecture, featuring rockeries, slender bamboo, and a pond.

It was already autumn, but the lotus flowers in the pond were still blooming. A scent of lotus hit his nose, making his spirit lift involuntarily.

Murong Qingsong walked to a room and hesitated for a moment. The deliberate malice in his heart finally overcame his fear. He coughed twice to clear his throat, then knocked on the door: "Nephew Tonghuang, the Xuanyuan family has sent a letter. Three days from now, they will send people to welcome you and your sister."

"Understood."

After a moment of silence, a cold voice came from the room, as chilling as ten-thousand-year black ice, yet as pleasant as large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, and carrying an indescribable, bewitching air.

After these three words fell, there was no sound from the room for a long time.

Murong Qingsong frowned and pushed the door, but it would not open.

That trace of malice surfaced in his heart again, and he said earnestly: "Tonghuang, although the old master of the Xuanyuan family is aged, he is a supreme expert of this generation and has controlled the Xuanyuan Family for half a century. You and Wuzhu must serve him well; otherwise, it will be a catastrophe not just for you two, but for our entire Murong family. You have never served anyone since you were young; do you want me to go to a brothel and hire a madam to teach you how to..."

"Murong Qingsong, it seems you haven't learned your lesson yet." That cold voice came again.

A cold light shot out, and amidst a scream, it pierced into Murong Qingsong's mouth, crushing half of his tongue.

"Shut up. If you dare spit a drop of blood in front of my room, don't even think about keeping the rest of your tongue." The voice in the room remained cold, like a pool of frozen water that could not be stirred by the slightest ripple.

Murong Qingsong's scream stopped abruptly, like a duck suddenly stepped on by the neck, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He could not help but recall the incident when he lost his fingers. Back then, he had been momentarily possessed by a devil and wanted to molest Murong Wuzhu. If not for her parents' mediation, he might not have survived as the family head.

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In the exquisite room,

A youth was lying on the bed. His face looked as if it were carved from white jade; with jade-like features and red lips, he was handsome to the point of being bewitching. His waterfall-like black hair flowed across the mat, and as his eyes shifted, he possessed a peerless, city-toppling elegance. Though a man, he surpassed countless beauties.

He suddenly inhaled lightly, and the wine cup on his chest was immediately drawn to him. The full cup of wine was instantly sucked into his mouth, and with a "gurgle," it was in his stomach.

He exhaled, and the wine cup immediately returned to its original place.

The youth's posture was not elegant, but his whole body was filled with a magic that made people unable to extricate themselves, combined with that extremely beautiful face, it was enough to make anyone in the world sink into it.

It was no wonder that many nobles in Jianzhou would wait day and night just to see him, spending thousands of gold, and many talented scholars and beauties wrote poem after poem of praise for him.

Sitting opposite the youth was a young girl whose appearance was surprisingly similar to his. Her skin was as crystalline as snow, her beauty was peerless, and her figure rose and fell as gracefully as mountains and rivers. Her temperament was delicate, making one feel an urge to cherish her.

This pair of youth and girl were the Murong siblings, famous in Jianzhou for their beauty: the elder sister, Murong Wuzhu, and the younger brother, Murong Tonghuang.

Murong Wuzhu looked at her brother, the person closest to her in this world, and could not help but smile with a hint of exquisite beauty: "Brother, are you drinking, or performing a magic trick?"

Murong Tonghuang blinked his eyes, his eyelashes long and dense like a round fan, and pointed to the empty wine cup on his chest: "I just remembered a friend; he likes to drink like this."

Murong Wuzhu used her hand, which was fairer and more jade-like than the wine pot, to pour him a cup of wine, and asked suspiciously: "A friend? Do I know him?"

Murong Tonghuang revealed a look of reminiscence and smiled: "You probably don't know him. He was an unlucky fellow, always betrayed by his friends, but his luck with Peach Blossom was quite good."