Chapter 213: Muyuan (II)

Chapter 213: Muyuan (II)

Meanwhile, on the shore of Moongaze Lake...

Li Xuanfeng and Li Tongya flew in silence for a while before Li Tongya finally broke the silence.

"It's the Yu Family's doing."

Li Xuanfeng's expression darkened, a simmering anger evident as he clenched his teeth.

"I knew it was the Yu Family when I saw you disposing of the body. However, we probably can't confront them right now... If we didn't have that... we would have never known who had done this. Yu Mugao must have employed some insidious tactics to harm Xiu'er in this manner."

Li Tongya's voice turned cold as he spoke with finality in his tone.

"There's no need for further discussion on this matter. The truth will become clear once we return and investigate."

Li Tongya slowly sheathed his sword and continued, "This incident has stirred up quite a commotion... I suspect that everyone on the lake is already aware of it. If my guess is correct, Yu Xiaogui has likely arrived or is on his way to the scene. That was why I suggested that we leave first. Although he might not dare to fight us directly now, it was still better for us to leave quickly."

Li Xuanfeng's heart sank. Although everyone feared the Li Family because it was under the protection of a sword immortal, only members of the Li Family knew that this was merely a facade.

On the surface, the two families had not yet turned openly hostile, but in secret, they had already become enemies. No one knew for sure what would happen from now on...

"Should we... seek assistance from the Xiao Family?" Li Xuanfeng inquired in a low voice.

Li Tongya shook his head in response.

"We should wait until I attain the Foundation Establishment Realm. Besides, the Yu Family has the Yuanwu Peak backing them, and the Xiao Family is trying to lay low for now so they won't intervene in such matters. We'll reassess the situation when the Xiao Family makes their move. We can't always rely on others... we must rely on ourselves."

As they conversed, Moun Lijing loomed beneath them. People had gathered below, kneeling and crying. Li Xuanfeng's eyes welled with tears, unable to bear the sight.

Meanwhile, Li Tongya sighed softly, hovering in the sky above.

Upon arriving at Lijing Town, Li Xuanxuan landed before the collapsed rear hall. Flames were still licking at the wooden structure. Clan soldiers hurried over to him.

Li Xuanxuan swept his spiritual sense forward, allowing the scene beneath the ruins to materialize in his mind.

His face paled slightly as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He turned his head to the side and asked, "Was the Young Family Head in the courtyard?"

The unconscious Li Pingyi had already been retrieved and taken away to be treated, while a trembling clan soldier stood before him. "Reporting to the Family Head, I saw him earlier... he should have been in the courtyard," he said, his voice timid.

Li Xuanxuan's chest tightened. His face paled and he could almost see stars before his eyes. He dropped onto his knees with a thud and cried out loudly.

"XIU'ER...!"

"My lord, the culprit has been captured. He's a spy from the An Family!"

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Meanwhile in the An Residence...

The An Family had just constructed an impressive, shimmery golden pavilion atop Mount Huazhong.

An Zheyan had commissioned the pavilion for his son, An Jingming, and it had complex formations engraved onto it. It was designed to harness spiritual qi and to stabilize one's soul.

An Jingming sat cross-legged alone within the golden formation, his handsome features illuminated by its soft glow. His long hair was tied back neatly, and he wore crystal-clear gold bracelets on his wrists. A jade ax stood before him, surrounded by a gentle white mist that seemed to lend him an aura of immortality.

An Jingming should have been deep in cultivation, but he was frequently distracted and was unable to immerse himself in his meditation.

Currently at the eighth heavenly layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm, he was far ahead of his father, An Zheyan, in terms of cultivation. This fact filled An Zheyan with pride.

After sitting for a while, An Jingming found himself still unable to concentrate. After another half an hour, he finally rose to his feet, descended the stairs, and pushed open the door to a luxurious hall.

An Zheyan was seated inside, with a wine cup and a pair of silver chopsticks in each hand, watching as seven or eight dancers danced to a beautiful melody in front of him. He had a contented expression, and there was a smile on his lips.

He was just picking up a small piece of rabbit meat from the dish in front of him when he spotted An Jingming descending the stairs in his flowing Daoist robe.

An Zheyan hastily discarded his chopsticks and dismissed everyone in the hall hurriedly.

"Go away, all of you!"

The musicians and dancers quickly scattered as An Jingming approached.

"Did I disturb your meditation, son?" An Zheyan asked, looking somewhat guilty.

"Not at all, since the building has a soundproofing formation," An Jingming reassured his father, shaking his head.

He looked at his father for a moment before continuing, "I've been feeling restless today. Have I forgotten something important...?"

An Zheyan attempted to dispel his son's concerns with a hearty laugh.

"Nonsense, my boy... Don't worry yourself."

However, An Jingming, sharp as ever, sensed that something was aloof and fixed his father with a penetrating gaze.

"Father, you mustn't keep secrets from me! What are you hiding?!" he demanded with a slightly gloomy expression.