Mu Zhizhi sat on the mountaintop, gazing at the moon and stars on the horizon, and thought of Li Mohan again.
Back when Mu Ran refused the marriage, she had to consider the bigger picture and volunteered to marry in her place. Originally, she thought marrying into Tianyu Palace would just mean being a figurehead of a Young Master's wife, but she never expected Li Mohan to wake up.
Not only did he wake up, but he also doted on her deeply.
Mu Zhizhi felt a surge of gladness again; fortunately, she was the one who had married him.
Cultivators had long lifespans. Having been married for two years, to them, it was still just the honeymoon phase.
Mu Zhizhi knew Li Mohan left her at Biyun Mountain to protect her, but she still missed him.
As she faced the starry river in the sky, wondering if Li Mohan was looking up at the same starry sky, a violent commotion came from the mountain gates.
Every sect's mountain had a mountain-protecting grand array that had stood for over a century, but judging by the noise, it sounded like the array had been broken.
Mu Zhizhi stood up, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
A maid came running over hurriedly, "Miss, this is bad, someone is slaughtering their way in!"
"What?"
Mu Zhizhi's expression changed, and she quickly flew over.
Before her feet even touched the ground, splattering blood splashed all over her, and the warm, metallic scent instantly enveloped her.
The scene before her was already a purgatory.
A young man stood amidst the mess of corpses, yet his azure robes were not stained with a single drop of blood.
The hands that not long ago held kitchen utensils to make Four-Joy Meatballs for his wife were currently gripping someone's neck. With a squeeze of his knuckles and a crisp crack of bone, the person's head slumped to the side, completely lifeless.
He tossed it aside casually, the corpse smashing heavily onto the ground, splashing blood.
The cold light transformed by Han Yu was as chilling as frost. Every darting flash carried no hesitation, striking directly at the enemies' throats, hearts, and meridians.
Some begged for mercy, some fled, but he did not even bat an eye.
His normally gentle and clear features were now covered with a layer of icy hostility. His pupils were as dark as an abyss, showing no emotion, only bone-chilling desolation and ruthlessness.
He was not fighting; he was slaughtering.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, severed limbs fell to the ground, and blood meandered down the steps like a river.
Mu Zhizhi froze mid-air, the blood in her body almost freezing—she had never seen a person who could be ruthless to such an extent.
And she also remembered that she had seen this man before.
Right in front of a small stall in Song City, Mu Ran was standing on her tiptoes saying something to him. He had looked gentle, completely different from the fiend he was now.
No, how is that possible!
Mu Ran's cultivation was crippled and her root bones were shattered, so she could only willingly degrade herself by marrying an ordinary mortal with no cultivation and a short lifespan of merely a hundred years.
How could this ordinary mortal now be unleashing a massacre in Biyun Mountain!
Cangshu Bai slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the blood-soaked ground, and finally landed on the woman frozen in the distance.
Mu Zhizhi trembled all over, suddenly feeling a chill attacking her surroundings. There were countless invisible ice blades in the air; if she moved even slightly, she would be sliced into a thousand pieces.
In a short period of time, Cangshu Bai had forcibly searched the divine senses of countless Biyun Mountain disciples, so he naturally recognized at a glance that the woman before him was Mu Feilin's daughter.
Mu Zhizhi sensed the overwhelming aura of death coming at her. The magical treasures on her body automatically protected their master, all flying out, but ultimately they only fell into a bloody, gaping maw.
It was a massive blue flood dragon, its scales like deep-sea cold jade, gleaming with a chilling and eerie light. Its body stretched across mid-air, blotting out the sky and the moon.
It opened its mouth, and a deafening roar echoed through heaven and earth, causing the wind and clouds to roll backward.
The normally tiny fish had now revealed its terrifying side.
Mu Zhizhi deeply felt the vast disparity in their strength. Trembling all over, she stammered, "No, you can't kill me... My father is the Sect Master of Biyun Mountain, my husband is— Urgh!"
Her neck was seized by a cold hand.
Mu Zhizhi's feet left the ground. The feeling of suffocation turned her face purple. She struggled desperately, but the hand gripping her neck felt as heavy as a thousand mountains.
Under the threat of death, anxious and terrified, tears fell from her beautiful eyes, making her look exceptionally pitiful.
However, the man's eyes were coldly devoid of emotion, without a ripple, without pity, stingy even to give a trace of disgust.
Only a deathly silent coldness remained.
It was as if in his eyes, she was not a living person, but just a thing that blocked his way, touched a taboo, and deserved to be crushed.
His fingertips tightened a fraction, "Mu Feilin, are you going to watch your daughter die?"
"Arrogant brat!"
With an angry shout, Mu Feilin, his robes fluttering loudly, suddenly broke through the air and arrived. His hair and beard flared, spiritual energy surging around him like raging waves of an angry sea, and his palm had already gathered majestic power capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones.
His gaze was deadlocked onto the hand Cangshu Bai used to choke Mu Zhizhi's neck. His face was ashen like iron, but he abruptly halted at the moment he was about to strike.
Cangshu Bai's fingertips sank in another fraction. Mu Zhizhi convulsed from suffocation, tears mixing with cold sweat rolling down, her breath already hanging by a thread.
Mu Feilin's heart and gall tore with fear. The fully charged killing blow was forced back by more than half, the vigorous spiritual energy violently colliding within his meridians, forcing a sweet taste of blood up his throat.
He dared not attack forcefully, let alone gamble.
Mu Feilin was overwhelmed with anxiety and anger, "Who exactly are you, and why have you slaughtered your way up my Biyun Mountain!"
He could see it; this young man was also in the Void Insight Realm just like him, except this young man was a level above him and could break through to the next realm at any moment.
How ridiculous.
Mu Feilin had used Cangshu Bai to threaten Mu Ran into obediently following him back to Biyun Mountain, yet he had never even looked at Cangshu Bai's face directly, only treating him as the most ordinary ant.
Cangshu Bai said, "Where is Ranran?"
Hearing this, Mu Feilin was stunned, and then he finally realized something, "You are Mu Ran's mortal husband!"
Cangshu Bai had no patience. With a movement of spiritual energy in his hand, it darted into Mu Zhizhi's body. With a few cracks, several of Mu Zhizhi's ribs broke. She rolled her eyes back in agony, "Father..."
Mu Feilin's heart twisted like a knife, "Stop!"
Cangshu Bai loosened his grip, "I will ask one more time, where is Ranran?"
Mu Feilin gritted his teeth, "Mu Ran... she went to be a guest at Zhenyue Mountain City!"
Zhenyue Mountain City, that was where the Cangshu family's main branch was located.
Cangshu Bai had a premonition that things were definitely not as simple as Mu Feilin said. At this moment, Han Yu, having returned to the size of a small fish, flew over with a bell in its mouth, which was a perfect pair with the bell at Cangshu Bai's waist.
When Mu Ran made these two bells, she had joyfully said to him, "You absolutely must not lose this bell. This way, no matter how far apart we are, we can tell each other, 'I miss you so much right now!'"
Cangshu Bai's eyes darkened, "Mu Feilin, I'll give you one last chance."
Cruel sounds continuously came from inside Mu Zhizhi's body. She spat out blood, tears flowing endlessly, "Father... Father... save me..."
"Enough, enough!" Mu Feilin was forced to tell the truth, "Mu Ran was thrown into Zhenyue Mountain City as a medicine tester!"
Finally, with a sickening snap, Mu Zhizhi's head slumped lifelessly to the side. Her eyes remained wide open, as if she still could not fathom that she had died just like that.
The very next instant, her body crumpled into a pool of blood, quickly becoming stained and defiled.
Mu Feilin let out an agonized, heart-wrenching scream, "Zhizhi!"
