Chapter 388: Mad Dog Yuan Tingshan (4k Chapter)

Murong Wutong wore a look of reminiscence.

Those scenes from the past were like stars beneath the night sky, distant yet clearly visible, dotting the night curtain known as memory, one by one.

"Wutong, what should we do three days from now? Compared to the Xuanyuan Family, our Murong Family is truly not worth mentioning."

Murong Wuzhu's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, her appearance so tender and sorrowful that it would break one's heart: "I have heard that the old Xuanyuan patriarch, although... although he is lecherous and lawless, he possesses cultivation like that of a God. Could it be that we..."

"Rest assured." Murong Wutong picked up his wine cup, sat up straight, drained it in one gulp, and then rubbed Murong Wuzhu's head with his hand, a smile of calculated mastery curling the corners of his mouth: "I have everything under control, I guarantee it will be fine, and you can watch me display my divine might."

Murong Wutong's calm words were filled with intense confidence, immediately smoothing away all of Murong Wuzhu's worries. She nodded with an "mm," rubbed against her brother's palm like a kitten, and her heart grew peaceful and at ease.

From childhood to adulthood, although she was the elder sister, she had always been under her brother's protection. It seemed that no matter what happened, it was not worth mentioning in his presence.

After sending Murong Wuzhu away, Murong Wutong's expression turned slightly solemn. He spread his palm, and a yellow crystal appeared in it, emitting waves of evil energy that dispersed in all directions.

If a Demon sect expert like the "Evil King" Shi Zhixuan were here, he would be shocked to discover that this was the legendary Evil Emperor Relic.

"Three days? That is enough. Once I absorb the power within the Evil Emperor Relic and ascend to become a Peerless Grandmaster, even if I cannot be invincible in this realm, I will be able to walk sideways."

Indeed, the man before us was the reincarnation of a divine sense split from Yu Liancheng.

He had descended into this world using the "Rebirth and Source-Cultivating Method."

Because the wisdom of his past life was unlocked step by step and he had grown from a blank slate, Yu Liancheng had also transmitted the "Evil Emperor Relic" to this world.

The "Evil Emperor Relic" stored a massive amount of energy, which had already been refined by Yu Liancheng in the Datang world, making the energy pure and peaceful. Absorbing it would not only increase his cultivation but also expand his meridians and enhance his potential.

In the original timeline, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were able to become supreme experts because of the two treasures: the He Jade and the Evil Emperor Relic.

Over these years, Yu Liancheng had kept a low profile, his past wisdom gradually recovering, and his strength steadily improving; he was only one step away from becoming a Peerless Grandmaster.

In this world, the Martial Dao realm is divided into nine grades; the second grade is a Small Grandmaster, qualified to open a sect, while the four realms of the first grade are like Gods, the absolute peak of the world.

Although the names of the realms sound very stylish, the actual combat power is not particularly brilliant.

Even a first-grade expert might return in defeat or even die when facing thousands of armored soldiers.

Yet, in the Datang world, Yu Liancheng could charge and break through, defying thousands of troops; he alone could rival an army of tens of thousands, or even a hundred thousand.

Of course, another reason is that this world already has a complete system for dealing with Martial Dao powerhouses, and armies have a strong restraining effect on martial artists.

But from this, one can also see that the so-called Land Immortals of this world are not as powerful as imagined, and it is not impossible for a Peerless Grandmaster to fight one.

That Xuanyuan Ancestor is a first-grade Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert, in communion with heaven and man, resonating with the world, similar to the Heavenly Human Realm, though one imagines his true combat power is not as strong as the Heavenly Human Realm.

"Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, I am looking forward to it!"

A cold sneer curled the corners of Yu Liancheng's mouth, his smile handsome to the point of being demonic. He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the Evil Emperor Relic.

Three days.

Passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the morning mist, restaurants, inns, and shops opened one after another, and the bustling traffic within the city began to stir.

In the endless stream of people on the long street, one could see martial artists carrying various weapons everywhere.

Even though the "Human Butcher" Xu Xiao had once led a great army to suppress all the martial arts sects, the Edo is immortal; wherever there are people, there is Edo.

Boom—!!

The sound of hooves shattered the bustling noise. A group of over twenty riders galloped down the street, all of them strong men on sturdy horses, exuding a fierce aura.

Especially the leader, dressed in black and carrying a saber, with a burly physique and sharp, piercing eyes like a hungry wolf ready to hunt at any moment; one could tell at a glance that he was not a person to be trifled with.

The commoners on the street scattered in haste, fearing they would not get out of the way in time.

"Damn it." A martial artist by the street saw these twenty-plus riders acting so wantonly and viciously, his heart burning with anger, his face filled with righteous indignation, as if he wanted to draw his blade.

"Brother Li, calm down." A companion immediately stopped the hero's reckless move: "These are people from the Xuanyuan Family. You must know that the Xuanyuan Family is a top-tier martial arts clan in Jianzhou, and the old patriarch of the Xuanyuan Family is an even greater figure than we can imagine; it is rumored he is already a first-grade expert who has stepped into the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm."

"Once someone is taken a fancy to by that person on Guniu Hill, the scholars, literati, heroines, and noble ladies of our Jianzhou will likely weep bitterly today."

In a restaurant, a shopkeeper with a protruding belly, dressed in fine silk, sighed softly, stroked his beard, and shook his head repeatedly.

The entire restaurant was also buzzing with discussion, and sighs could be heard from time to time, as if they were witnessing a tragedy.

Isn't destroying beautiful things for others to see the very definition of tragedy?

"Shopkeeper, what is going on?" A man in fine clothes drinking in the restaurant asked curiously: "Guniu Hill, could it be that you are talking about that old ancestor of the Xuanyuan family?"

"Indeed." The fat shopkeeper nodded: "The guest must not be from Jianzhou, right?"

The man in fine clothes said: "The shopkeeper guessed right, I am just traveling here."

The fat shopkeeper said: "Since the guest has heard the name of that old ancestor of the Xuanyuan family, you should naturally know his habits and temperament."

The man in fine clothes nodded, his expression slightly strange: "I do know a thing or two."

That old Xuanyuan patriarch is an octogenarian, nearly a hundred years old, yet he has a habit of never being happy without women, especially fond of keeping boy toys and torturing young girls to death; this is known to everyone in Jianzhou.

There are even rumors that if that old fellow does not have a woman for a day, his eyes will bulge red, his cheekbones will burn like fire, his skin will feel like it is tearing, and his muscles will feel like they are cramping, as if he were suffering from Qi deviation.

Seeing the fat shopkeeper hesitate, the man in fine clothes tactfully handed over a tael of silver.

The fat shopkeeper accepted the silver without changing his expression, and no longer caring about any taboos, he spilled the beans like bamboo pouring out beans.

"Our Jianzhou produced a pair of siblings; the elder sister is named Murong Wuzhu, and the younger brother is named Murong Tonghuang. Both possess beauty that could topple cities and states. Especially that Murong Tonghuang, not only is he extremely handsome, but he also has a charm that is almost demonic; no one can resist him. He was born like the bright moon in the sky, eye-catching yet untouchable."

"Isn't there a Wutong Palace in the Capital? When the two siblings were born, an immortal passed by and left behind a ballad: 'One female and one male, the female topples the state, the male topples the city, both flying into Wutong Palace.' Later, at the foot of Huishan, they were taken a fancy to by the Xuanyuan Ancestor, who was shocked by their heavenly beauty, so he has kept these two siblings as his private property, just waiting for the day to take them into Guniu Dagang to enjoy them."

The fat shopkeeper took a sip of tea and whispered: "I also heard that the Xuanyuan family was afraid that the siblings' reputation would become too great and reach the Imperial Palace. Isn't there a Rouge List in the Edo? In order to prevent the two siblings from appearing on the list, the old ancestor of the Xuanyuan family spent a great deal of effort."

The man in fine clothes considered himself well-informed, but at this moment his jaw dropped, and he felt a sense of disbelief, quickly asking: "Then what is going on today?"

"Today is the birthday of the Xuanyuan Ancestor. It is said that he wants to favor these two siblings today. The group of riders that just passed by must be here to pick them up."

"Although these two siblings live in seclusion, I have had the fortune to see them once; they are indeed immortals descended to earth. It is a pity... even a vulgar person like me feels this way, so those young masters and ladies who admire them must be jumping with rage. But what can they do? In all of Jianzhou, I fear only the immortals of Longhu Mountain would dare to manage such matters, but I imagine they are too lazy to care..."

After listening to the fat shopkeeper's account, the young master in fine clothes also sighed, helpless and filled with futile resentment. He couldn't help but stretch his head out to look, perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of the peerless beauty of the two siblings in a moment.

On the other side, the twenty-plus riders arrived in front of Murong Fu.

Murong Qingsong personally welcomed them, a slightly sycophantic smile on his face, and said in a blurred voice: "Clan Leader Murong Qingsong greets you, please come inside, everyone."

The burly young man in the lead glanced at Murong Qingsong, and noticing that the Murong clan leader's tongue seemed to be only half-length, he didn't mind, casually cupping his hands and saying: "Yuan Tingshan of Guniu Dagang, here by order to escort the Murong sisters."

The Xuanyuan Family is able to stand on equal footing with Longhu Mountain, at least on the surface. Naturally, this does not rely solely on the Xuanyuan family's own lineage.

They widely associate with heroes and gallants of the world; any men listed by the government for extermination can find shelter under the Xuanyuan Family once they reach Huishan. If they possess extraordinary talent, they might even receive personal guidance from the old master of the Xuanyuan Family.

The Yuan Tingshan before them is one such person; after taking revenge, he became a desperate fugitive with a heavy government bounty on his head, and it was only thanks to the favor of the old master of the Xuanyuan Family that he escaped with his life.

Although this person is cold-natured, since he is now living under another's roof and has taken their benefits, he must always do things for them.

Of course, he did not take the task of escorting a pair of vases up the mountain to heart.

As Murong Qingsong welcomed Yuan Tingshan and the others into the gate, he sighed: "It is a blessing cultivated over many lifetimes that the Old Ancestor has taken a fancy to them, but they have always wanted to run away; Brother Yuan must be careful."

Yuan Tingshan sneered: "Once taken a fancy to by the Old Ancestor, where could they possibly run to?"

Murong Qingsong's half-tongue throbbed with pain, his voice muffled, and a trace of hatred appeared in his eyes: "Brother Yuan must not be careless. Murong Wuzhu is a weak woman with no strength to truss a chicken, so that is nothing. It is just that Murong Tonghuang has a strange personality, and she has learned some martial arts from somewhere that are quite extraordinary; you must be careful that they do not escape."

Yuan Tingshan waved his hand, not caring in the least: "They are just a pair of weak pets; what kind of waves could they possibly stir up?"

The group soon arrived in the courtyard, and Murong Qingsong flashed a trace of malice as he knocked on the door: "Nephew Tonghuang, the people from the Xuanyuan Family have arrived, come out quickly."

A cold and pleasant voice followed: "Wait a moment."

"This..." Murong Qingsong pushed the door, but it did not open. He immediately turned his head to look at Yuan Tingshan, hesitating: "Brother Yuan, what do you suggest we do?"

Yuan Tingshan waved his hand, and two burly men behind him immediately stepped out, slamming into the door with sudden force, crashing it open with a boom.

Those two burly men were like wolves and tigers, just about to go in and drag the Murong siblings out, but upon seeing the scene in the room, they suddenly froze.

They saw a stunningly beautiful woman sitting before a vanity, the morning sun embedded perfectly in the sky toward which her face was turned, bathing her in a gentle morning glow. Her whole person carried a kind of sacred, holy radiance that made it impossible for anyone to harbor the slightest evil thought or malice.

The stunningly beautiful woman's jet-black hair was draped over her fragrant shoulders like a waterfall, and standing behind her was a youth with an appearance bordering on demonic, dressed in black robes with flowing sleeves, faintly carrying a trace of evil, as if he were an evil God from an ancient mural, gently combing her hair with a wooden comb.

"Wuzhu, you are truly beautiful." Looking at the fairy-like reflection in the mirror, Yu Liancheng sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Is that so?" A trace of joy appeared between Murong Wuzhu's brows, and her cherry lips curled into a smile: "We are twins, eight or nine parts similar; you are clearly just praising yourself. Also, call me sister."

Without a doubt, this was a beautiful picture. That faint sibling affection lingered throughout the room, warm and tranquil.

The two burly men who had previously crashed through the door now unexpectedly felt a sense of guilt, and the other burly men could not bear to destroy this scene, standing stunned for a moment.

One must know, they were accustomed to the business of killing and arson.

Of course, there were two exceptions.

One was Murong Qingsong, who already viewed Murong Tonghuang as a demonic figure, filled with fear and hatred toward him. The other was Yuan Tingshan, whose temperament had been completely twisted.

"What a fine display of sibling affection, truly moving." Yuan Tingshan clapped his hands, a trace of mockery appearing at the corners of his mouth: "I heard on Huishan that the Xuanyuan Old Ancestor has peculiar habits; when the time comes for you siblings to be intimate, I wonder if you will still be able to maintain such sibling affection."

Murong Wuzhu's delicate body trembled instantly, her face turning pale.

Yu Liancheng combed Murong Wuzhu's hair and said calmly: "Alright, sister. Just a mad dog, no need to pay it any mind."

"Heh, I am indeed a mad dog, but when a mad dog bites, it stops at nothing. Along this journey, you can taste the methods of this mad dog. Of course, if you want revenge, after you return to Huishan and serve the Xuanyuan Old Ancestor comfortably, you might be able to cause me some trouble by whispering in his ear."

Yuan Tingshan made a suggestive thrusting motion with his hips and chuckled: "Of course, with your tender skin and soft flesh, I don't know if you'll still be alive after being toyed with by the Old Ancestor for a few days. Make sure you don't just die randomly."

"I already told you not to be afraid; Wuzhu is really not being obedient."

Yu Liancheng combed Murong Wuzhu's long hair, then leaned down and pinched her delicate nose, his tone half-doting and half-reproachful.

Murong Wuzhu swatted Yu Liancheng's hand away, pouting and coquettishly scolding: "I am not afraid."

Seeing that these two did not put him in their eyes at all, a trace of gloom flashed in Yuan Tingshan's eyes, and he waved his hand: "Seize the two of them."