“You’re not welcome here.
Get the hell out!”
Mu Fan stared at the posturing Ying Weiwei and barked coldly.
“Senior Brother, I know I was wrong.
I was bewitched back then, tricked by that bastard Feng Yuan.
For the sake of our past, please don’t hold this against me, okay?”
Hearing this, Ying Weiwei quickly shook her head, putting on a tearful, pitiful expression.
The old Mu Fan might have softened and forgiven Ying Weiwei, but the current Mu Fan was heavily influenced by the essence blood in his body.
His personality had become far more decisive, and he certainly wouldn’t fall for her lies.
“You don’t have to put on an act.
From the moment you told Feng Yuan about the Heaven-Mending Fruit, any bond between us was severed.
I don’t want to dirty my hands right now, so you’d better leave on your own.”
A cold sneer tugged at the corner of Mu Fan’s lips.
He could finally see Ying Weiwei’s true colors.
“Senior Brother, are you really going to disregard our past?”
After speaking, Ying Weiwei turned to Wen Yue with a sorrowful expression, hoping she would put in a good word for her.
But Wen Yue merely watched with a cold gaze.
She knew better than anyone what kind of person Ying Weiwei was.
Seeing Mu Fan finally draw a line between them, she was overjoyed.
There was no way she would push him back into that viper’s pit.
“Mu Fan!
I am still Master’s disciple!
Even if you disregard our past, I still have the right to inherit Master’s belongings!”
Seeing that neither of them would budge, Ying Weiwei’s expression turned cold, and she declared,
“So that’s why you’re here.
For Master’s inheritance.
Let me make this perfectly clear: you are not worthy!”
Mu Fan almost laughed in disbelief at Ying Weiwei’s shamelessness.
He sneered and said,
“Besides, if I recall correctly, Master never formally accepted you as a disciple.
He only kept you around because he pitied you.
In the end, your status was, to be precise, merely that of a maidservant!”
“You!
Mu Fan!
I suggest you obediently hand over Master’s belongings, or else.”
It was as if her sore spot had been poked.
Ying Weiwei shot to her feet, her eyes filled with vicious malice.
“Or else what?”
Mu Fan watched the clown-like Ying Weiwei with leisurely contempt.
“Men, to me!”
Annoyed, Ying Weiwei shouted toward the courtyard entrance.
The moment her voice fell, a flurry of footsteps sounded from outside.
Several men walked in, all of them at the eighth level of the Spirit Absorption Realm or higher!
“So this is what you had in store.”
“Get him!”
A flash of hatred crossed Ying Weiwei’s eyes as she waved the men forward.
CLANG!
At her command, the men drew their weapons in unison and charged at Mu Fan.
“Your unlucky day.
A perfect chance to test the power of the Eyes of Chaos.”
Seeing this, Mu Fan first ensured Wen Yue was safe in the room, then took a step into the courtyard.
In an instant, his eyes turned pitch-black.
A closer look revealed a faint light swirling within them, making them look like abyssal pools—incredibly strange.
The men’s swift and fierce attacks now appeared incredibly slow in Mu Fan’s eyes.
BANG!
Mu Fan held nothing back.
Relying solely on his physical strength, he sent one man flying with a single punch.
Then, with a shift of his feet, he weaved through the attackers, and one after another, they were sent flying with agonized cries.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
In just a few moments, the ground was littered with men clutching their limbs and wailing in pain.
Mu Fan exhaled lightly, looking at Ying Weiwei with disdain.
“You!”
Ying Weiwei was stunned, a flash of disbelief in her eyes.
‘It’s only been a few days!
How did Mu Fan get so strong?!’
“Now it’s your turn!”
Mu Fan stared at Ying Weiwei, making no attempt to hide his killing intent.
“You!
You dare kill me here?”
At this, Ying Weiwei’s heart trembled, and her body couldn’t stop shaking.
Hearing her words, Mu Fan frowned and retracted his killing intent.
‘This isn’t outside the sect.
If I really kill her, I’ll be in serious trouble, too.’
“Hahaha!
Mu Fan, I advise you to let me leave obediently.
Or else.”
As she spoke, she shot a threatening glance toward the room where Wen Yue was, her meaning self-evident.
“You’re courting death!”
Rage flared in Mu Fan’s heart.
‘This venomous woman dares to threaten my master’s wife, completely forgetting how well she was treated by her in the past!’
“Even if I can’t kill you, I’ll make you remember what happened here today!”
Mu Fan’s eyes were bloodshot.
He rushed forward, and with a SLAP, his palm struck Ying Weiwei’s cheek.
He struck again, and with a sickening CRACK, he broke both of her arms.
Ignoring her howls, which sounded like a dying dog’s, he threw her out of the small courtyard with a THUD.
‘Looks like I need to deal with those two as soon as possible,’ he thought. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Mu Fan felt a surge of frustration.
If he were alone, it would be fine.
But these people had no morals.
If they took advantage of his absence one day and went after his master’s wife, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
“CLAP CLAP CLAP!
That was so amazing, Big Brother Mu Fan!”
Just as Mu Fan was lost in thought, another person walked into the courtyard.
It was Shen Muyao, whom he hadn’t seen for two days.
“What are you doing here?”
Mu Fan was taken aback.
He never expected her to come looking for him.
“What?
Not happy to see me?”
Seeing his expression, Shen Muyao wrinkled her delicate nose, feigning dissatisfaction.
“No, I’m just surprised.
What did you come to see me about?”
Mu Fan explained with a small smile.
“To have you help me with the problem of my Phoenix True Flame, of course.”
Saying this, Shen Muyao boldly leaned closer to Mu Fan, a playful look on her pretty face.
“Er…
but I can’t leave right now.
And it’s probably not convenient to do it here.”
Mu Fan was surprised.
He hadn’t expected this young lady to be in such a hurry.
“No problem!”
With that, Shen Muyao snapped her fingers, and two figures instantly appeared behind her.
“Young Mistress!”
The two bowed respectfully to Shen Muyao.
“They are servants given to me by my Master, both cultivators at the Mortal Transcendence Realm.
They should be more than enough to protect your master’s wife, right?”
Shen Muyao batted her big, sparkling eyes at Mu Fan as if seeking praise, making his heart skip a beat.
“Don’t worry, I’ve heard about your situation.
The most they can do is call on a few trashy cultivators from the Spirit Absorption Realm.
They don’t have the authority to command anyone from the Mortal Transcendence Realm.”
“Alright then.
Thank you.
And I’ll be troubling you two as well.”
Mu Fan mulled it over for a moment before nodding and addressing the two servants.
“Then let’s go.
Come with me to Earth Gate Peak.”
Shen Muyao giggled, then turned and pulled Mu Fan out of the courtyard.
A short while later, the two arrived at Earth Gate Peak.
When Mu Fan saw Lu Xueqing in Shen Muyao’s room, his jaw dropped in astonishment.