Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Weren’t You Looking for Me?

The sword swings down to chop both hands off, suddenly –

A zither’s pleasant and melodious sound could be heard from a distance.

The zither sounds so wonderful, so beautiful that all the people in that place, from the yellow-clothed man of Jin Hong Men, to the guards and servants of Gong Qian Teng – all of them reveal a look of intoxication.

The yellow-clad old man feels an ominous thumping in his mind, saying that being muddled is anything but good and he wants to sober up.

But his mind is immediately compelled to get drawn into the sounds of the zither. His long, horse-like face exposes a look of revelry.

Before anyone knows it, the qin’s melody drastically changes from a mellifluous melody, to a harsh and rousing tune.

One of the guards suddenly takes out a knife and slashes it towards a fellow beside him.

A spray of blood!

“Kill you! Kill you!” Roars of anger pervades within the crowd.

Everyone has a warped and sinister expression on their faces, like they are obsessed, attacking anyone that’s near them, regardless of everything.

Only when some warm blood splashes on his face, did the yellow-clothed man suddenly wake up and regain his senses.

“All of you, stop–!!” an efferent roar that contains the mysterious energy of a Heaven stage practitioner.

The sound of the zither is interrupted at that moment, letting the people around to cease fighting like mad demons.

Everybody has a bewildered expression, unaware of what they had just done.

The yellow-clothed man’s complexion turns very unsightly, he turns towards the direction where the sound came from, coldly saying: “Your sound attack is very skillful, are you a distinguished disciple of “Fanyin Hall”? I do not know why you’ve set yourself against my Jin Hong Men.”

The Fanyin Hall is the only sect in Yanwu Continent that specializes in music.

The old man could only guess that it is an expert from the Fanyin Hall because that sound attack just now was really too strong.

Not far from them, the figure of a girl in white slowly emerges from the fog.

Her clothes are stained with specks of blood, there’s a humble guqin on her left hand, and her right hand is holding a pink, jade-carved little child.

She’s discernibly unadorned by cosmetics, her clothes are dirty and disordered – but when they see the girl’s raised face, those unfairly surpassing snow-like skin, and the moving complexion that entices... everyone’s gaze is inadvertently drawn to her at once, so much so that they forget to breath for some time.

Muyan hooks her lips up into a faint smile, “Weren’t you looking for me?”

The old man’s pupils suddenly contract, his gaze flicks to Muyan’s face then rests on Xiao Bao’s figure, a thick killing intent flashes through his eyes.

Is this the youngest Heaven stage expert, that from what the sect master had instructed, that should be eliminated at any cost?

On the day that Gong Qianxue’s men were sent to inspect below the cliff, they didn’t find anything, not even a single drop of blood.

They later heard that Gong Qian Teng was defeated by a 4 or 5 year-old little child. Gong Qianxue immediately made an associative connection to that little brat that stole her sacred beast.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Because she had something she must deal with, Gong Qianxue had to leave early.

This is the reason why the man in yellow followed beside Gong Qian Teng, saying that he will take revenge on the other’s stead. The real purpose is actually to find this pair of mother and son, kill them, and retrieve the egg of the sacred beast.

Gong Qian Teng sees Muyan and Xiao Bao, he screeches loudly, “Tramp, s.l.u.t! You are the one that brought me harm! Quickly catch her for me, along with that son of a bitch beside her. I must flay and strangle that son of a bitch...”

Before Gong Qian Teng could finish what he’s saying, Muyan gently plucks a string.

His opened mouth, that’s about to spew some curses, suddenly freezes and distorts along with his face.

Soon afterwards, there’s a snapping sound as a red thing comes out of his mouth, and falls to the ground.

Then there’s blood, a lot of blood flows out of Gong Qian Teng’s mouth.