“Well, look at this.
A piece of trash at the third level of the Spirit Absorption Realm dares to glare at me?”
The man shot Mu Fan a contemptuous look before turning to the men behind him.
“Hahaha!
The third level of the Spirit Absorption Realm?
Even the stray cats and dogs on the peaks could probably reach that level after a few years of cultivation.”
“I was wondering which senior brother was acting so high and mighty.
Turns out it’s just a piece of trash.”
“Trash?
You’re insulting trash.
This guy is worse than trash!”
Everyone immediately chimed in, their gazes fixed on Mu Fan, each one filled with mockery and disdain.
“If you don’t die today, nothing will quell the hatred in my heart!”
Mu Fan took a deep breath, struggling to contain his fury, his voice thick with killing intent.
“You’re courting death!”
The man’s eyes narrowed at his words, as if he’d just been gravely insulted.
He whipped his head around and roared at the men behind him.
“What are you waiting for?
Kill him!”
The men jolted at his command.
They immediately drew their weapons, their auras flaring—all of them were at the fifth level of the Spirit Absorption Realm.
“Heh heh…
Kid, you’re the one courting death.
Don’t blame us for what happens next.”
The men chuckled menacingly, weapons in hand, as they closed in on Mu Fan.
SWISH!
The words had barely faded when the men flickered into motion.
Their longswords showed no mercy, each strike aimed at Mu Fan’s vital points.
“Hmph!”
Mu Fan snorted.
To him, their seemingly flawless assault was riddled with flaws.
With a tap of his foot, Mu Fan shot forward.
His blue-black longsword radiated an indescribable, terrifying might as he swept it toward the men in front of him.
CRACK!
The two men in front saw the terrifying speed of Mu Fan’s longsword and hastily raised their own to block.
However, with a sharp crack, their blades instantly shattered into two pieces.
The Sword Qi then passed through their chests unimpeded.
THUD!
A flicker of shock crossed the two men’s eyes as the mockery in them vanished, leaving only the emptiness of death.
They then toppled to the ground, stiff as boards.
Mu Fan didn’t spare them a glance.
Tapping his toes again, he spun around, his longsword once more unleashing a chilling Demonic Qi.
A ray of sword light shot straight for the last man’s forehead.
The man had no time to dodge.
A look of terror flashed in his eyes as he watched, helpless, as the ray of light pierced his forehead.
PFFT.
The last of the grunts was dead.
“You!”
“How dare you attack us!”
The lead youth had lost all of his earlier composure.
His face was now a mask of shock and disbelief.
The cultivation Mu Fan revealed was clearly only the third level of the Spirit Absorption Realm.
How could he possibly fight three disciples at the fifth level of the Spirit Absorption Realm and win, and so cleanly at that—as if he were just slicing vegetables!
“Do you have any idea who we work for?
We’re Senior Brother Feng Yuan’s men!
Aren’t you afraid he’ll come after you to settle this score?”
‘Feng Yuan?
It’s that bastard again!’
‘Stealing the Heaven-Mending Fruit my master left for me wasn’t enough, now he dares to covet my master’s relics!’
‘And how did Feng Yuan find out where Madam lives?
Ying Weiwei must be behind this!’
“Settle the score?
Good.
I have a score of my own to settle with him!”
After speaking, Mu Fan sheathed his longsword and charged the youth.
He had no intention of letting him die so easily.
THUD!
With a single punch, the youth, completely unable to defend himself, was sent flying.
Blood sprayed from his mouth as if it cost nothing.
Mu Fan was relentless.
He closed the distance again, raising his foot to stomp down on the youth’s right hand.
CRACK!
“ARGH!”
The youth howled in agony, terror flashing in his eyes.
He finally had a clear understanding of Mu Fan.
This was a monster whose strength couldn’t be judged by his cultivation realm!
“Shut up!”
Mu Fan swung his hand, slapping the youth across the face.
Instantly, the youth’s cheek swelled up.
His teeth scattered across the ground, and all he could do now was whimper in pain.
Mu Fan kicked three more times, breaking the youth’s other limbs.
Then, with a flash of cold light from his fingertip, he shattered the youth’s Dantian, destroying his cultivation completely!
“You…
you crippled my cultivation!
I’ll never forgive you!
I’ll never forgive you!”
With his cultivation destroyed, the youth’s eyes filled with utter terror.
“Kneel!”
Mu Fan flicked his right hand, dislocating the youth’s jaw, then threw him down in front of his Madam.
“Mmph!
Mmph!”
The youth was now completely powerless to resist.
Though his eyes seethed with miserable, venomous hatred, he was entirely at Mu Fan’s mercy.
“Madam, Madam, please wake up!
It’s Fan’Er!
It’s me, Fan’Er!”
Having dealt with the men, Mu Fan finally stepped forward, gently cradling his Madam in his arms as he called out to her.
He recalled her gentle, serene bearing from long ago.
*”Fan’Er, I am your master’s dao companion.
My name is Wen Yue.
From now on, I’ll be like a real mother to you, alright?”* Looking now at her haggard, weathered face, Mu Fan’s heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.
Feeling the weak aura of the Madam in his arms, Mu Fan’s eyes filled with rage.
‘How could these bastards bring themselves to harm a kind woman with no cultivation!’
“Fan’Er?”
As if sensing his urgency, Wen Yue slowly opened her weary eyes.
“Fan’Er!
You…
you’re back!”
Seeing the face before her, Wen Yue felt a sting in her eyes, and tears instantly welled up.
“As long as you’re back, everything is fine.
As long as you’re back.”
“Madam, rest assured.
I’m here now.
No one will ever be able to bully you again!”
Mu Fan could truly feel the love and care the woman before him held for him, and tears began to fall from his own eyes.
“Madam, let me heal you first!”
With that, Mu Fan mobilized the Spiritual Qi in his body, slowly channeling it into his Madam.
A short while later, her breathing steadied, and some color returned to her face.
“Phew.”
Seeing that his Madam’s condition had stabilized, Mu Fan helped her get comfortable before turning to cast a cold glare at the youth.
“You should consider yourself lucky.
I didn’t want my Madam to see anything too gruesome.”
A cruel sneer touched Mu Fan’s lips.
He reached out, dragged the youth closer, and brought his palm down on the man’s head.
THUMP!
With a dull thud, the fear in the youth’s eyes slowly faded.
He was dead silent.
“Madam, please rest.
I’ll take care of this garbage.”
Glancing at the chaotic mess in the room, Mu Fan turned back to his Madam with a smile, his voice gentle and completely lacking the brutal decisiveness he’d shown moments before.
“Alright.”
Wen Yue’s eyes followed Mu Fan’s every move, a gratified smile unconsciously touching her lips.
Although she had no cultivation, she could sense that Mu Fan was back to his former self.
At this, her heart finally felt at ease.