Chapter 22

When the sky was bright, the flying carriage emerged from the canyon, and the city of the Yin Clan came into view ahead.

Inside the carriage, Wu Mu hung upside down from the ceiling, his fingers extending into silver claws nearly two feet long, tightly gripping the neck of the Yin Clan's External Affairs Hall steward, Yin Jixun. Not only did he grip Yin Jixun's neck, but his claws also scraped back and forth, removing all the hair and causing goosebumps to appear all over Yin Jixun's body.

As for the Yin Clan warriors escorting Yin Jixun, they were all beaten and bruised, huddled in the corner of the carriage. Wu Mu had torn off their belts, ripped their pants into strips, and tied them up like dumplings.

Yin Xuege sat opposite Yin Jixun, his eyes fixed on the steward's face, which was ashen with anger.

"Let's be frank, Yin Jiujiusanqi and Yin Jiujiusanyi, they won't be coming back, right? Or perhaps, they have already vanished without a trace?"

Yin Jixun gritted his teeth, barely managing to force out a few words: "Young Master Xuege, what do you mean? Do you know what you are doing? Beating clan warriors, kidnapping an External Affairs Hall steward, this is internal strife, this is disrespecting your elders, this is a grave offense!"

Yin Xuege slapped Yin Jixun hard across the face. Now, only a step away from becoming a Moon Warrior, the strength in his hand was considerable. Yin Jixun was dazed for a moment, his teeth loosened.

With a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, Yin Jixun licked his lips, took a deep breath, and then shook his head with a bitter smile: "I was just following orders, coming to escort you back! As for the rest, I truly don't know, don't want to know, and don't dare to know!"

Yin Xuege kicked Yin Jixun in the abdomen with a heavy and vicious blow. His heel was less than half an inch from Yin Jixun's vital area, which could have caused an unbearable injury to any male. Seeing Yin Jixun's face turn pale with pain, Yin Xuege said coldly, "You came to see if I was dead, didn't you?"

Yin Jixun's abdomen was wracked with intense pain, as if countless blades were stirring inside. He panted heavily, looking at Yin Xuege with a complex expression: "That wasn't my original intention for coming out to meet you. I was simply here to escort you! But I can guess some things, because two days ago, the External Affairs Hall steward who assigned you the trial task died unexpectedly!"

Shivering, Yin Jixun instinctively lowered his voice.

"Not only the steward responsible for your trial task, but also several others. Two days ago, a bottle of potent blood poison leaked, and they all died, turning into pus and blood. Young Master Xuege, they are all dead. I was just ordered to come and escort you back!"

Yin Xuege stared coldly at Yin Jixun, who felt the coldness growing heavier on his body. Gradually, he could no longer bear Yin Xuege's gaze and instinctively lowered his head, not daring to look up again.

"Poor guy, you were just sent out to take the fall!" Wu Mu sighed heavily and then punched Yin Jixun, knocking him unconscious.

Leaping lightly from the ceiling, Wu Mu squatted in front of Yin Xuege, his long arms scratching the floor in front of him, making a harsh scratching sound. His green eyes fixed on Yin Xuege, he asked curiously, "What are you thinking? I noticed your life in the Yin Clan isn't very pleasant. Why not come back with me to the Silver Wolf Clan?"

"No!" Yin Xuege glared at Wu Mu and said slowly, "A Silver Wolf leader who was imprisoned in the Blood Prison for twenty-five years, I'm afraid I would be killed immediately if I returned with you! At least in the Yin Clan, no one dares to attack me openly!"

Wu Mu's face changed abruptly, his silver fur bristling, and a menacing aura radiated from him.

After a while, Wu Mu reined in his aura, his skin and fur began to twitch violently.

"Little guy, what you say doesn't count. The Silver Wolf Clan doesn't scheme against its own like those stinky bats! We werewolves are the most united race, a trait ingrained in our bones. My imprisonment in the Blood Prison was my bad luck, and it has nothing to do with my clan!"

His joints crackled, and Wu Mu transformed from a giant wolf over three meters tall into a robust man about two meters tall with silver hair. The rugged Wu Mu looked down at his naked body, then grabbed Yin Jixun, roughly tore off his coat, and tightly wrapped it around his lower body.

"Let's not talk about my clan's affairs! First, let's see how you deal with your clan!" Wu Mu flexed his arms proudly, showing off his well-developed muscles, and then patted Yin Xuege's shoulder with a smile. "By the way, find me a clean set of clothes. I haven't had a hot bath in twenty-five years! If possible, find me two girls!"

His chest muscles twitched, and Wu Mu blinked at Yin Xuege eagerly.

"Beautiful, curvy girls, little guy, you understand, right?"

Yin Xuege's eyes showed no emotion. He glanced coldly at Wu Mu's chest muscles and rolled his eyes. The carriage gently swayed, and the low growl of a Dark Night Blood Leopard came from outside, indicating that the carriage had stopped at the entrance to the Yin Clan city.

Pressing his hand against the inner wall of the carriage, a door silently opened, and Yin Xuege quickly stepped out. Wu Mu grumbled a few words and then darted out after Yin Xuege.

Yin Xuejiao and his followers were waiting at the city entrance. Seeing the carriage stop lightly, he laughed with satisfaction. He knew Yin Jixun had been sent to meet Yin Xuege and that his father had already cleared all the traces behind the scenes.

Yin Jixun must have brought good news. That damned Yin Xuege, who had always opposed them, who had never bowed down, who had humiliated him so much, that damned bastard, he must be dead, right?

Just as Yin Xuejiao was eagerly waiting for the good news, Yin Xuege, dressed in tattered clothes, quickly stepped out of the carriage and walked straight toward him. Yin Xuejiao's eyes widened in shock. He looked at Yin Xuege, almost screaming—how could this guy still be alive? How could he possibly still be alive?

Two days ago, the news from the Great Berlin City said that several secret bases of the Yin Clan had been raided by hunters, and many Yin Clan spies had been captured or killed on the spot.

"You, you, Yin Xuege, what do you want to do?" Seeing Yin Xuege approaching, Yin Xuejiao instinctively took a few steps back, stammering. Looking into Yin Xuege's cold, merciless eyes, Yin Xuejiao felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if he were back in the classroom of the Younglings Hall, feeling the cold, merciless edge of the soft sword that had cut his neck.

Yin Xuege walked up to Yin Xuejiao and, before his followers could react, his fingers emitted a blinding blood light. He formed his hand into a blade and thrust it fiercely into Yin Xuejiao's chest. Blood splattered, and Yin Xuege's hand pierced through Yin Xuejiao's body, emerging from his back.

"How dare you hurt me?" Yin Xuejiao screamed in agony!

He never dreamed that Yin Xuege would dare to attack him in broad daylight, without any justifiable reason or excuse, and inflict such a severe injury! What was even more unacceptable was the blood light on Yin Xuege's fingers. That was the unique glow of a blood skill. How could this guy possibly master a blood skill?

He's only eleven years old, only eleven! How could he possibly master a blood skill that only Star Warriors and higher-level blood demons can use?

Yin Xuege did not answer Yin Xuejiao's question. He kicked him violently in the abdomen. A闷响 like a bursting ball echoed, and Yin Xuejiao let out a shrill scream. He spat out a mouthful of thick blood, and his body, which was half a head taller than Yin Xuege, flew backward, rolling for nearly a hundred meters.

Nearly a thousand clan warriors and high-ranking members at the entrance of the Yin Clan city were stunned. They were all dumbfounded!

Yin Xuege, the eleven-year-old youngling of the Yin Clan, had actually used a blood skill to severely injure Yin Xuejiao? Yin Xuejiao, who was three years older and hailed as the youngest Star Warrior in the history of the Yin Clan, had been severely injured without any chance to fight back?

What they couldn't understand was that this was not the Younglings Hall, not a practical class in the Younglings Hall. Without any justifiable reason or excuse, Yin Xuege had openly injured a direct descendant of the Yin Clan. This was a grave offense!

A middle-aged man, who had almost crushed Yin Xuege's shoulder with his python-skin whip a few days ago, rushed out in a rage. Blood light flashed several times on his body, and his legs were enveloped in a faint blood flame, leaving deep blood-flame footprints on the ground with each step. His arms created blood-colored smoke like wings, forming dozens of afterimages as he lunged at Yin Xuege.

This middle-aged man was a close guard chosen by Yin Jixun for his son, a powerful peak Night Warrior, and a man who was almost a Baron. With his strength, even if Yin Xuege was only one step away from becoming a Moon Warrior, he could still easily take his life.

But a long wolf howl came from behind Yin Xuege. Wu Mu, who had been itching for a fight, leaped out from behind Yin Xuege and delivered a solid uppercut, hitting the middle-aged man's chin as he rushed forward.

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