Soon, he reached the foot of the mountain. Just as he was about to leave the Immortal Palace's domain, he suddenly heard a man's voice shout from beside him, "Who's there! Sneaking around the Immortal Palace grounds in the middle of the night!"
The man's voice was powerful and resonant, clearly belonging to a master of martial arts. Mo Xingyun's heart sank. At this moment, his internal energy was mostly depleted, and he was anxious. He didn't want any more trouble; he just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible. He sped up, intending to dash to the cliff's edge, but just then, he heard the sound of something tearing through the air behind him. A figure flew forward, landing in front of him.
The man was dressed in a red robe, tall and straight as jade. His handsome face wore a stern, killing intent. He held a long sword, and his long red hair danced in the wind like a flame burning in the dark night. He was, without a doubt, Wei Wuyin's son—Wei Yufeng.
"Hmph, since you had the skill to sneak in here without being discovered, you must have some ability. Unfortunately for you, you ran into me. No matter where you're from, you won't be leaving here alive tonight!"
Wei Yufeng raised his long sword and shouted at Mo Xingyun in a low voice.
Mo Xinguan groaned inwardly, wondering how he could run into such a troublesome character. He said in a clear voice, "I am just a mountain villager who wandered here by accident. I was preparing to leave and descend the mountain. I don't know how I have offended you, young master."
Wei Yufeng laughed loudly. "A mountain villager? The lands around the Immortal Palace mountains have been cleared of all villages. There isn't one for miles around. How dare you spout such nonsense to fool me? I see you skulking about with a suspicious demeanor. You're clearly a spy sent here to scout us out. Surrender obediently now, and I'll grant you a quick death."
Mo Xingyun snorted coldly, momentarily speechless. Seeing that a peaceful resolution was impossible, and not having a single weapon on him, he could only grit his teeth, remain silent, and assume a fighting stance.
Seeing Mo Xingyun's stern face and his grim silence, which was as good as an admission of his furtive actions, Wei Yufeng snorted. He leaped forward, neat and decisive, and swung his sword. The two instantly became locked in combat.
Without a weapon, Mo Xingyun could only block by channeling his internal energy into his arms or use his footwork to dodge. His internal energy was already failing, and he quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
Wei Yufeng had always despised such scoundrels of unknown origin. Born with a chivalrous heart and raised in a great and righteous sect, he had a strong sense of justice and was never lenient toward evildoers. The Wei family's ancestral "Tianxing Flame Sword Art" had been perfected by him. His swift, flame-like long sword struck at Mo Xingyun's vital points again and again, and soon, Mo Xingyun was wounded in multiple places.
Mo Xingyun could feel that although the young man was young, his swordsmanship was as aggressive as a raging fire. It was fierce and swift. He was truly a first-class master. Unarmed, Mo Xingyun was simply no match for him. He sighed inwardly. To think he would perish here, and at the hands of his mortal enemy's son. This man, however, didn't seem like a villain; his face was full of righteousness, and his movements and posture faintly bore the air of a great general. Mo Xingyun truly wished he could have a proper duel with him under equal conditions. To be defeated in such a disadvantageous situation was truly a bitter pill to swallow.
Just as Mo Xingyun was exhausted and on the verge of defeat, a charming female voice called out, "Brother!"
A beautiful figure in red and blue landed gracefully beside them. Her large, clear eyes, like autumn water, were full of concern. Her nose was as straight and firm as carved jade, her cherry lips were delicate and fresh, and her beautiful, small mouth was moist and exquisite, giving off graceful charm. It was Wei Miaoshu.
She stood there in a short, pink dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her posture alluring. Sweat beaded on her lovely face, and her smooth, shiny hair draped over her snow-white neck. Her exquisite features were delicate and sweet. Her full, ample chest seemed ready to burst from her bodice. Beneath her fluffy blue skirt, her long, beautiful legs were clad in soft, sheer white stockings, highlighting her firm, delicate, pink thighs. The stockings faintly revealed her fair skin. On her beautiful feet were blue high heels, outlining a figure that was both pure and provocative, making her appear tall, graceful, and stunningly sexy.
"Brother Shan Kui!? Why are you fighting with my brother? Brother, stop it at once!"
Wei Miaoshu cried out in a sweet, urgent voice. After the banquet, she and her brother had been taking a leisurely stroll along the Immortal Palace's cliff at night, chatting. Wei Yufeng had left temporarily to handle something, and after waiting for him for a long time without his return, she soon heard the sounds of fighting from this direction. When she hurried over, she was shocked to see the two of them locked in battle.
Wei Miaoshu's heart ached with anxiety. With a slight twist of her waist, she drew her sword and joined the fray, shielding Mo Xingyun. Wei Yufeng was greatly surprised. He retracted his sword and stepped back, seeing his sister standing in front of Mo Xingyun. He shouted sternly, "Miaoshu, what are you doing!? This man is sneaking around the Immortal Palace in the middle of the night. How could he be a good person?"
Wei Miaoshu said in a sweet voice, "What 'sneaking around'? This is Brother Shan Kui, the one who saved my life before! He's a good person through and through. You didn't even say thank you, just left him in the guest room without a shred of courtesy!"
Wei Yufeng looked Mo Xingyun up and down and sneered, "What 'Brother Shan Kui'? I think he's just a spy of unknown origin. Father is about to make a move against the Demon Cult. This fellow is likely a dog sent by them."
Seeing Wei Yufeng's arrogant attitude, Mo Xingyun, who already harbored a deep dislike for the Wei family, felt his pride surge. He laughed aloud and said, "Hmph, I am indeed from the Demon Cult. I came here tonight to scout the Immortal Palace's military situation. And now, I have already gathered a great deal of intelligence. In a few days, the Demon Cult will launch a major invasion. Young Master Wei, just you wait for this place to be razed to the ground by the Demon Cult, hahaha!"
With that, Mo Xingyun laughed wildly. The situation was already extremely unfavorable for him, and he was feeling dejected, so he decided to vent his frustrations.
Wei Yufeng's expression changed, and he said harshly, "So it's true! Miaoshu, you see? This scoundrel has shown his true colors. Come over here at once! I will take this dog's life immediately!"
Wei Miaoshu turned, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Mo Xingyun. Seeing the multiple sword wounds on his body and the desolate, sorrowful look on his laughing face, her heart trembled. She tightened her grip on Mo Xingyun's arm, pressed her body against his, and bit her cherry lip as she said in a trembling voice, "How could this be... Brother Shan Kui, you're just saying that to anger him, right? I don't believe it. Don't say such nonsense. I'll take you back and help heal your wounds..."
Mo Xingyun looked down at the beautiful, lovely face of Wei Miaoshu in his arms. Her large, watery eyes gazed at him, full of affection. His heart felt both warm and grateful. The part of him that hadn't been cared for in years seemed to come alive, as if a fire had been lit inside him.
"You... you should leave me alone..." Mo Xingyun sighed softly, whispering into Wei Miaoshu's ear. His strength was failing, his mind was in turmoil, and it was already difficult for him to stand, let alone explain anything to her.
Seeing that his sister was so deluded and actually clinging to this bastard, being so intimate with him, an unknown fury ignited in Wei Yufeng's heart. Filled with both jealousy and rage, he drew his long sword and shouted, "You dog of the Demon Cult! Let go of my sister! Today, I will leave you without a burial place!"
Wei Miaoshu stared at Mo Xingyun's face for a long time, her beautiful eyes flashing. She bit her cherry lip, turned, drew her sword, and cried out, "Brother, I'm sorry!" With that, she swung her arm and threw it forcefully at Wei Yufeng.
Wei Yufeng was shocked. This technique of Wei Miaoshu's was the Ning family's "Xuanhua Shadow Throw" from the Immortal Palace, which involved channeling internal energy into any object before throwing it. It contained the Ning family's ancestral internal energy, a perfect blend of hardness and softness, and was incredibly precise.
In his horror, he immediately dodged to the side. The long sword, whistling through the air, flew past him at a dangerously close distance, tearing a large gash in his ornate clothes. Fortunately, Wei Miaoshu's mastery of the technique was still unrefined, and the "Xuanhua Shadow Throw" failed to injure Wei Yufeng's flesh.
At that moment, Wei Miaoshu's pretty face flushed. She threw herself into Mo Xingyun's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his body and transferring her internal energy to him. Mo Xingyun understood instantly. He clasped her fair, jade-like hands, pressing against her full, round chest. Their energies merged, and with a surge of energy from his dantian, he held her slender waist and leaped forward.
In the brief moment that Wei Yufeng was stunned, Mo Xingyun and Wei Miaoshu had already flashed past him. He could even smell the fleeting, faint fragrance of his sister. The two then jumped off the cliff, landing on a mountain path not far below.
Wei Yufeng was both shocked and furious. He hurried to the cliff's edge and looked down. His beloved sister had actually disappeared into the mountain wilderness, embraced by that man from the Demon Cult. In the hazy moonlight, the two quickly vanished from sight.
He was furious, blaming himself for not being more decisive and ruthless in his actions, and angry at his sister for favoring an outsider so much. He vaguely felt a jealous fire burning within him, as if a cherished possession had been snatched away. Although he didn't know why, he now hated the "wild man" his sister was protecting with all his heart.
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