Chapter 43: The Beiming Family

Stone Forest.

Under the scorching sun, Mo Yan Yu leaned against an oval-shaped rock, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if deep in thought.

Beside her, a plain-looking, pockmarked Mo Family retainer squinted his eyes, lost in his own thoughts.

Heavy footsteps, somewhat disordered, gradually approached from a distance.

Mo Yan Yu's long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes, casting a cold glance at the rushing Qiang Sen and scolded, "What are you panicking for?"

"They've appeared!" Qiang Sen growled, "Two women. According to the Dark Star Messenger's information, they are the targets!"

Mo Yan Yu's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and her expression turned icy cold, "Is that boy there?"

"Seems not..." Qiang Sen paused, then calmed down, "But if we capture those two women, we'll definitely find out where the boy is hiding."

"Has the message been sent to Uncle Three?"

"A Dark Star Messenger has already gone."

"Where are they located?" Mo Yan Yu stood up straight, slowly stretching her limbs, "Closer to us or closer to Uncle Three?"

"Farther from us. If there are no accidents, Uncle Three and his group should be arriving soon," Qiang Sen replied.

"Oh, then there's no need to rush." Mo Yan Yu frowned and turned to the pockmarked Mo Family retainer beside her, "Uncle Li, should we go over there?"

"Since the person we're waiting for hasn't appeared, there's no need to rush," Li Han shook his head and smiled, "Uncle Three and the Dark Beiming people will take care of it. There won't be any problems. This checkpoint is equally important. We should continue to guard it. Our target is that boy. If he slips through this checkpoint, all our efforts will be in vain."

"That's true." Mo Yan Yu nodded, saying no more.

...

"Woo! Woo!"

Beside a rock shaped like a python, Mu Yudie took out a silver bull horn and suddenly blew it.

The sound of the horn rippled out like waves, spreading over a wide area.

In various parts of the Stone Forest, figures hidden in stone caves emerged one by one upon hearing the horn, quickly converging toward Mu Yudie.

"Lan, don't worry, someone will come to assist us soon," Mu Yudie smiled easily, "Once we're here, we're truly safe. We don't have to worry about the Dark Beiming anymore."

"I hope so." Di Yalan managed a weak smile, still concerned about Shi Yan, and sighed, "I hope he's okay..."

Suddenly, figures appeared from a distance, led by the Dark Beiming's Moon Messenger. Beside him were Mo Chaoge and Bernard, along with several Mo Family warriors and Dark Beiming Star Messengers.

"Miss Mu, we meet again." The Moon Messenger's cold gaze roamed over Mu Yudie like a venomous snake, and he said coldly, "You're quite good at escaping, even making it here. Unfortunately, you didn't enter the Merchant Alliance, so you'll still be taken back by me."

"Oh? Is that so?" Mu Yudie smiled calmly, showing no signs of nervousness.

The Moon Messenger's brows furrowed, sensing something strange. This time, Mu Yudie was unusually calm, unlike her usual self.

"Where's the boy who was with you?"

Mo Chaoge walked over, glanced at the two women, and said rudely, "Tell me where the boy is, or I'll kill her first."

Mo Chaoge pointed at Di Yalan.

"She's mine!" Bernard glared fiercely at Mo Chaoge, his figure darting to Di Yalan's side, and he reached out to grab her rudely.

"Clang!"

A powerful and resonant sound of a zither suddenly rang out, piercing like a sharp weapon into someone's nerves.

Bernard's body trembled, his face contorting in pain as he quickly stepped back, looking at Mu Yudie in shock.

Mu Yudie, holding an ancient zither, had already sat down on the ground, her lips curled with a cold smile as she stared at Bernard, "Want to try again?"

Bernard's mind felt as if it had been pierced by a steel needle, and he was now in excruciating pain. Hearing her words, his expression wavered, but he didn't dare move forward immediately.

"Impossible!"

The Moon Messenger's face changed, showing a hint of panic for the first time, "It's only been a few months; your music soul shouldn't have recovered so quickly!"

After a pause, the Moon Messenger seemed to recall something and suddenly sneered, "I understand. You're forcing your broken tendons to act. You're courting death!"

"Oh?" Mu Yudie's expression was cold, and she said calmly, "You can try. I know you have the cultivation of the Hundred Tribulations realm, but before entering the Dark Forest, I used my music soul to kill a Moon Messenger with the same cultivation as you. You should remember that, right?"

Upon hearing this, not only did the Moon Messenger hesitate, but Bernard and Mo Chaoge also looked somewhat panicked, disbelievingly staring at her.

"Messenger? Is this... true?" Mo Chaoge's lips twitched, taking a step back and signaling the Mo Family warriors not to act rashly.

"If her music soul was at its peak, she indeed had that capability... but now, I don't believe it!" the Moon Messenger snorted.

"Ha, Messenger, let's see what you can do," Mo Chaoge took another step back, moving to the center of the Mo Family warriors, clearly not willing to make the first move.

"Whoever moves first, dies first." Mu Yudie said coldly, then lowered her head and said no more.

Di Yalan stood beside her, on high alert, not daring to relax.

The situation suddenly became deadlocked.

Although the Moon Messenger was suspicious, he didn't dare act rashly.

After learning that Mu Yudie had the ability to kill a Hundred Tribulations expert, Bernard and Mo Chaoge suddenly became more cautious, their eyes darting to the Moon Messenger, urging him to make a move to test Mu Yudie's true condition.

At that moment, figures emerged from the rocks in all directions.

A tall and handsome figure instantly appeared beside Mu Yudie, softly asking, "Miss Mu, are you alright?"

Among the many people present, including the Moon Messenger, Mo Chaoge, and Bernard, none of them saw how he appeared beside Mu Yudie.

He seemed to materialize out of thin air, appearing beside Mu Yudie without a trace.

"Teleportation soul! The Beiming Family!"

Mo Chaoge's face changed in shock, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Who is it? Oh, it's someone from the Mo Family." The handsome young man who appeared beside Mu Yudie had a proud and cold expression, "What? Want to fight with our Beiming Family?"

"We dare not."

Mo Chaoge took a deep breath, immediately calming down, and smiled awkwardly, "It's the Third Young Master. I see why Miss Mu is so confident. Third Young Master, I didn't know Miss Mu was under the protection of the Beiming Family. If I had known, I wouldn't have come. Please forgive me, Third Young Master..."

Beiming Ce waved his hand, impatiently saying, "If this has nothing to do with your Mo Family, take your people and leave quickly. I need to deal with the Dark Beiming, so don't get involved."

As he spoke, more Beiming Family warriors, dressed in their family's uniforms, appeared one by one.

Two elderly men, one fat and one thin, quietly stood beside him, their cold eyes locking onto Mo Chaoge and the Moon Messenger.

"Alright, I'll leave." Mo Chaoge smiled harmoniously and turned to leave without a word.

The Mo Family warriors, upon seeing that the newcomer was Beiming Ce, also became more cautious, lowering their heads and quietly following Mo Chaoge away.

As for Bernard, seeing Mo Chaoge leave, he didn't dare stay long, stepping back to hide in the Stone Forest.

"Third Young Master, please help me kill this person." Mu Yudie's fingers lightly plucked the zither strings.

"Clang!"

The zither sound rang out again.

Bernard's body trembled violently, his steps faltering, almost losing his balance. He quickly darted behind a rock and fled in terror.

"Yin Elder, please take care of it." Beiming Ce said calmly.

The thin old man standing behind him suddenly darted out like a ghost, his figure vanishing in an instant.

Three seconds later, a bone-chilling scream from Bernard echoed through the Stone Forest.

Five seconds later, the thin old man, whom Beiming Ce called Yin Elder, returned like a ghost, standing beside Beiming Ce again without saying a word.