Wuji Sect.
Immortal King Moyang calmly withdrew his hand and stepped back. The spatial lockdown was lifted, and Mu Zixu seemed to come back to life, gasping for breath like a drowning man.
Then, with a violent cough, he spewed blood all over Wang Yang's robes. Slumping heavily into a chair, Mu Zixu sat there trembling, both shocked and terrified, staring at Immortal King Moyang as fear rooted deeper in his bones.
Wang Yang looked just as horrified. After cleaning the blood off with a spell, he quietly moved to stand beside Mu Zixu, his expression wary.
Moments ago, he had genuinely feared that Immortal King Moyang might cripple Mu Zixu on the spot. Luckily, it had been only a close call.
Mu Zixu took a long time to stabilize his breathing and blood flow. Once he had, he finally managed to speak, his tone laced with a mix of anger and dread.
"Immortal King Moyang, what was the meaning of that just now? Just because you are an Immortal King, does that give you the right to strike at us at will?
I may be lacking in ability and knowledge, but I am still a disciple of Wuji Sect. You harmed a fellow sect member—surely you owe me an explanation!" He wanted to sound firm, to demand justice, maybe even report this to the upper elders of the sect. But doing so would mean offending Immortal King Moyang completely.
And everyone knew Moyang's reputation—ruthless, decisive, feared throughout the Spirit and Immortal Realms. If one day Moyang decided to deal a sword to his back, where would he even go to complain?
They said the higher one's cultivation, the more they feared death. Mu Zixu was no exception. He had worked too hard to come this far, and he didn't want to throw it all away.
Still, he forced himself to meet Moyang's gaze, trying to appear calm.
"She is someone I, Moyang, have acknowledged as a disciple," said the Immortal King, his voice flat. "If you seek to kill her, then I will not stand idly by."
His words struck Mu Zixu like a thunderclap.
What?
How was that even possible?
That girl in black—how had she caught the eye of someone like Immortal King Moyang?
Mu Zixu's heart pounded in his chest, uneasy and unsettled.
Earlier, he had postured before Song Wanníng, even using the Spirit Realm and Immortal Realm to threaten her, thinking he had the upper hand.
Looking back now, it was laughably foolish.
Immortal King Moyang came from a prestigious clan in the Immortal Realm, and his influence stretched across both worlds. In every way, Moyang outclassed him. How could he have ever dared to intimidate his disciple?
"I… we didn't know…" Mu Zixu's stance weakened, his tone beginning to falter. Frustration and regret twisted in his chest.
And yet, there was nothing he could do.
She had destroyed the inheritance left for their sect in the lower realm and obliterated all their memorial tablets. That was a blood feud—and yet, before he could even think of revenge, the girl had become a direct disciple of someone untouchable.
It made him want to cough up blood all over again.
"Her actions were outrageous! Giving her a bit of discipline was only reasonable!" Mu Zixu tried to argue, clenching his jaw. If only he were stronger.
But Immortal King Moyang remained cold throughout, his expression unmoved, as though Mu Zixu were nothing more than an ant.
"You do not get to decide whether her actions were excessive," he said, his voice low and heavy. "And don't forget, you were the one who struck first."
As he spoke, a wave of killing intent surged outward, accompanied by the crushing pressure of a Immortal King. It surged over Mu Zixu like an avalanche. He opened his mouth to respond—but it felt like something had seized his throat. The shadow of death hovered above him. His face went pale in an instant.
Wang Yang, also visibly shaken, quickly placed a hand on Mu Zixu's arm to stop him from making another mistake.
"If she has caught the eye of Immortal King Moyang, then she must be someone truly extraordinary," Wang Yang said quickly. "Zixu was blinded by rage. He didn't mean to target her intentionally. Please, Immortal King Moyang, show mercy. Don't take it to heart."
He squeezed out a smile, offering Mu Zixu a path to retreat gracefully.
"In the future, Zixu will never act against her again."