Chapter 63: The Storm Is Brewing

Qin Mu was dumbfounded.

He looked at the shattered fragments on the ground, confirming that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Zhang Yang was also utterly confused.

How did he end up crushing Xueyu just like that?

Mo Qiu felt a chill in his heart.

It’s over.

It’s Barbie Q.

Now that the Ghost Underworld Patriarch has really arrived, there’s no way he can stop him!

Before the three could react, a powerful Spiritual Pressure suddenly enveloped the entire room.

Then, space split open with a crack, and a middle-aged man wrapped in ominous ghostly aura stepped out.

Those eerie eyes swept over Qin Mu, instantly sending chills down his spine, like watching a horror movie in his room with the lights off at night.

Qin Mu’s throat moved.

This is bad.

The Ghost Underworld Patriarch glanced at Qin Mu, then ignored him—it was just a Qi Cultivation level, after all.

He then turned his gaze to Mo Qiu of the Nascent Soul Realm.

“Hehe, Elder of the Seven Star Sect, what, you still want to take my grandson away?”

Mo Qiu immediately felt a tremendous pressure on his shoulders.

“I didn’t expect the Ghost Underworld Patriarch to love his grandson so much that he’d descend here in person. Aren’t you afraid of what others will say?”

The Ghost Underworld Patriarch shot Mo Qiu a cold look.

“Plenty of people talk bad about me. One more doesn’t matter. But this time, you won’t escape. If Lu Sect Leader were here, perhaps I’d show some restraint. But with just you, you’re not qualified. I can’t kill you, but crippling you is still within my power.”

He raised his hand, ready to strike.

But in that instant, a Spiritual Pressure surged within the room, instantly suppressing the aura of the Ghost Underworld Patriarch.

“Ghost Underworld, do you think there’s no one left in my Seven Star Sect?”

A cold, icy voice rang out.

No one knew when, but a beautiful woman in palace attire stood beside Qin Mu.

Her skin was like jade, her aura elegant as an orchid.

Her jet-black hair was coiled and fixed with a Yuhua Hairpin, revealing a slender neck and delicate collarbones.

She wore white robes, and the ribbon around her slender waist traced her graceful figure.

A mature, captivating charm radiated from her.

Such a beauty of national grace and divine fragrance would stir the hearts of most men in the world.

The fact that Zhang Yang across from them was practically drooling was the best evidence.

The Ghost Underworld Patriarch saw who it was, and his body jolted.

He immediately switched to a smiling face.

“Lu Sect Leader, what are you saying? I was just giving a little warning.”

At the same time, he thought:

Damn it!

How is this crazy woman Lu Qian here!

If not the entire Heavenly Profound Continent, then at least throughout the Eastern Region, everyone knew Lu Qian was famous for acting first and never wasting words.

She nearly chopped the emperor of the Great Yu Dynasty, and then escaped unharmed even when several Great Ascension Patriarchs appeared.

Against the Devil Path, she never bothered taking prisoners—she’d simply execute on the spot.

And she never reasoned with her fists.

If you really wanted to reason with her, fine, beat her first.

However, aside from Great Ascension Patriarchs, there were few who could even spar with Lu Qian.

Lu Qian gently stroked Mu’er’s head, feeling quite content.

Seeing Aunt Lu appear, Qin Mu no longer felt afraid.

“Aunt Lu, I—”

“Shh—”

A slender jade finger pressed against Qin Mu’s lips.

Lu Qian whispered softly, “Don’t worry. Leave it to Aunt Lu~”

Then she turned her face and shot a cold glare at the Ghost Underworld Patriarch.

“Hmph! Don’t think that just because you’ve defected to the Righteous Path, I won’t dare strike you. Killing you, Ghost Underworld, would be as easy as flipping my hand.”

The Ghost Underworld Patriarch shuddered at her words.

In truth, the Ghost Underworld Patriarch originally belonged to the Devil Path, but after falling out of favor and surviving an assassination, he had no choice but to surrender to the Righteous Path.

With his skills as a guide, he did quite well there.

In the end, the Ghost Underworld Patriarch slunk away, defeated, with no more fight in him.

Lu Qian spared him since he hadn’t attacked Mu’er, but for threatening an Elder of the Seven Star Sect, she still issued a warning—if it happened again, she’d settle things with her sword.

The Ghost Underworld Patriarch left.

If nothing unexpected happened, Qin Mu would be in trouble next.

Lu Qian’s delicate hand grabbed Qin Mu’s ear.

“Ow, ow, Aunt Lu, not so hard.”

Lu Qian had told Mu’er countless times not to wander off, yet every time she turned her back, this little one would sneak away—and always end up in trouble.

“Mu’er, tell me, are my words just wind in your ears?”

As she spoke, her grip tightened.

Qin Mu cried out, “Aunt Lu, have mercy!”

“Innocent! Aunt Lu, I just went out for a meal—how could I have known this would happen?”

Qin Mu felt wronged.

Why did he always get caught whenever he tried to sneak out?

And always stir up trouble?

Maybe it was time to consult a fortune teller—maybe he’d offended something lately.

Otherwise, why was he always so unlucky?

Seeing Aunt Lu’s unfriendly face, Qin Mu said, “Hehe, Aunt Lu, don’t be mad.

I know I was wrong.

If you keep getting angry, it’ll be bad for your health.”

“Don’t worry, Mu’er.”

Lu Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Your Aunt Lu is at the Tribulation Stage—I won’t get sick from anger.

Besides, I’m not mad.”

With that tone and expression, Qin Mu, based on years of experience, was certain she was furious.

Sigh, looks like I’ll be her pillow again tonight……

***

Eastern Region, somewhere.

A handsome young man sat with a gloomy expression, staring at the news in his hand:

Shocking!

The genius youth of the Great Yu Dynasty is actually a fake!

Is this the distortion of human nature or the collapse of morality?!

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“Damn it! It’s all that damned woman’s fault!”

The boy’s face twisted.

If that woman hadn’t interfered, he’d have become a favorite before the emperor with that poem alone.

Why was he here?

The boy was Jing Kun.

After being brought out by the Bloodhand Venerable, he’d been kept under surveillance, required to find a way to help Bloodhand Venerable improve his cultivation within fifty years.

But now, all of Jing Kun’s years of effort had gone to waste.

He did have a recipe, but it required the combined efforts of the Qingyi Workshop’s owner and the Prime Minister’s Daughter, along with the Princess’s status as cover, to ensure nothing went wrong.

Now, it was all gone.

Everything.

I’ve worked so hard for years, only to lose so completely!

Since crossing into this world, Jing Kun had relied on copying and plagiarizing to slap faces and show off.

He lived happily, never paying for food or drink, with even noble ladies sending him admiring glances.

He’d thought he could start a harem in this world.

In the end, that dream shattered.

Bloodhand Venerable, being of the Devil Path, didn’t care about poems or anything else—he just wanted to extend his life.

Nothing else mattered.

“Still, there should be another chance.”

Jing Kun pulled out two hairpins from his pocket, gifts from the Princess and the Prime Minister’s Daughter.

Under Jing Kun’s sugar-coated words, his favorability with both had reached seventy percent.

With a bit more effort, it would be OK.

It wasn’t just for Bloodhand Venerable, but for himself too.

He had to return to the Royal Capital and enter the Imperial Palace.

There, the power he longed for awaited him.