Chapter 6

Mubei was at a loss between laughing and crying; his sister was indeed too bold. Sithu Reading

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However, his heart was warmed.

Ever since his adoptive parents passed away, the Mu family had only Yiyi who treated him well, always standing firmly by his side no matter what.

To others, she was fierce and bold, but to him, she was always obedient and considerate.

Wang Huaxing's eyes blazed with anger, and the one sitting at the head of the table, Mo Shaogong, said, "Enough, stop arguing. It's just a small matter; let's not hurt our harmony."

He looked at Mu Yiyi, patted the empty seat beside him, and said gently, "Yiyi, come sit next to me."

Liu Jingjing and a few other women all showed envy and jealousy. Mo Shaogong actually invited Mu Yiyi to sit next to him, and no woman in Puyun City had ever received such treatment.

Mu Yiyi, however, said coolly, "No need, I'll sit here."

Mo Shaogong's smile froze, and he then said gently, "This seat is specially reserved for you."

Specially reserved for her?!

Hearing these six words, the women in the Xuanzi Pavilion became even more envious and jealous. Mo Shaogong was clearly expressing his admiration for Mu Yiyi!

"I'll sit next to my brother."

Mu Yiyi was completely unmoved, whispering to Mubei in a very intimate manner.

Mo Shaogong's face darkened. When had he ever invited a woman like this? Now, he had been publicly rejected twice by Mu Yiyi!

Seeing Mu Yiyi's intimate behavior with Mubei, he felt even more uncomfortable. Mubei was just an adopted son of the Mu family, with no blood relation to Mu Yiyi, and it seemed that Mu Yiyi liked Mubei.

This made him feel a twinge of jealousy, and his gaze occasionally flashed with cold light when it fell on Mubei.

"Mu Yiyi, Mo Senior Brother specially reserved a seat for you, yet you reject him twice. Isn't that too disrespectful? Are you looking down on Mo Senior Brother?"

Wang Huaxing saw that Mo Shaogong was somewhat displeased and seized this opportunity to speak up.

"Mo Senior Brother has reached the Bone Tempering stage and is a formidable expert even in the Cangyu Academy. You don't give him the time of day, how arrogant are you?"

"That's right, Yiyi. Isn't this too arrogant? Isn't it inappropriate?"

"Relying on your beauty to look down on everyone, do you really think you're a celestial phoenix?"

Liu Jingjing and a few other women chimed in one after another.

"I have the freedom to sit where I want! What does it have to do with arrogance? If you want to flatter, go ahead! But don't involve me!" Mu Yiyi glanced coldly at them, then pulled Mubei and said, "Brother, let's go! We won't attend this banquet!"

Mubei naturally had no objections; he didn't want to come and join in the commotion anyway.

Seeing Mu Yiyi's actions, Mo Shaogong's face turned completely dark. She was really giving him no face at all!

He gave Wang Huaxing a meaningful look.

Wang Huaxing understood and stepped in front of Mu Yiyi, blocking her path: "Stop! You can come and go as you please, but do you think this is your home?"

Staring at Mu Yiyi, he said coldly, "You dare to be so disrespectful in front of Mo Senior Brother. You really think you're something! Do you think you're a princess? In reality, you're just a pretty-faced slut, and now—"

"Slap!"

Mubei slapped Wang Huaxing across the face.

This sudden move stunned everyone in the Xuanzi Pavilion.

Mubei, whose meridians were shattered and had lost all his cultivation, actually dared to hit Wang Huaxing like this!

Wang Huaxing, who was at the mid-stage of the Flesh Tempering stage!

Wang Huaxing was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately flashed with fierce light: "Mubei, you worthless trash, you dare to hit me!"

Saying this, he threw a powerful punch at Mubei.

Mubei caught his wrist in a flash and kicked his left knee, shattering the kneecap and causing Wang Huaxing to scream in pain, falling to his knees with a thud.

Everyone in the Xuanzi Pavilion was stunned.

The Mubei who was rumored to have lost all his cultivation had so easily forced Wang Huaxing to his knees!

Mu Yiyi was also stunned, staring blankly at Mubei.

"Let him go!"

Mo Shaogong said coldly, looking at Mubei.

Mubei looked at Mo Shaogong: "Who do you think you are?"

Mo Shaogong, who was already uncomfortable with Mubei, now had even colder eyes: "It seems you refuse. Don't blame me for being too harsh!"

Saying this, his right hand formed an eagle claw and lunged at Mubei with lightning speed.

The force was sharp, each finger like a sword!

Everyone was moved; this attack was so powerful that if it landed, it would at least tear the skin and flesh, and at worst, cause immediate death!

Mu Yiyi screamed in alarm: "Brother, dodge quickly!"

Mubei, however, was calm. He simply sidestepped to avoid Mo Shaogong's attack and struck the back of his fist into Mo Shaogong's chest. This punch was casual, but Mo Shaogong immediately spat blood and staggered back, stopping only when he hit the banquet table.

"How is this possible?!"

Everyone was shocked.

It was one thing for Wang Huaxing, but Mo Shaogong was a Bone Tempering stage expert, and he had been so easily struck that he spat blood!

Mu Yiyi was almost in a daze, her mouth slightly agape.

Mo Shaogong was both shocked and angry, and with a low growl, his eagle claw reformed, even more fierce, and he attacked Mubei again.

"Next time, your internal organs will be shattered."

Mubei said.

Mo Shaogong stopped in his tracks.

After taking that punch, he was still in severe pain in his abdomen. If he took another such punch, he would likely suffer internal injuries.

For a moment, he dared not move, his face pale with shame and anger.

Everyone was stunned, and Li Ziyang looked as if she had seen a demon from the underworld.

The man she had broken off her engagement with, rumored to have lost all his cultivation, was now pressing Mo Shaogong, a Bone Tempering stage expert, to the point where he dared not retaliate!

Mubei's gaze now fell on Wang Huaxing: "Do you know where you went wrong?"

"I... I shouldn't have called you a worthless trash."

Wang Huaxing, seeing Mubei's strength, replied in a trembling voice, enduring the pain of his shattered bone.

"That's not it."

"Then...?"

"You shouldn't have insulted her."

Mubei said.

Wang Huaxing instantly understood. The "her" Mubei referred to was Mu Yiyi, whom he had called a slut.

"But she also insulted me!"

"She can insult you, but you can't insult her."

Mubei's gaze was indifferent.

Wang Huaxing was angry: "Don't be too domineering!"

"So what if I am?"

Saying this, he increased the pressure on Wang Huaxing's wrist.

Wang Huaxing was in pain, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

At this moment, a slightly plump middle-aged man in a yellow robe entered with a few muscular guards.

It was Liu Yanqing, the steward of the Tianfeng Tower, who had come with his men after hearing the commotion in the Xuanzi Pavilion.