I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

However, after Mu Mu returned to Bei'an, her behavior became much more restrained. The families, led by the Zhao family, who had been causing trouble, also lost their temper and stopped acting as troublemakers.

That being said, as long as they don't repeat the foolish mistakes the Mu family made back then, the rise of the Murong family is still irreversible, and no one is willing to provoke this behemoth at this juncture.

However, it exists today.

Two uninvited guests streaked across the night sky at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye and landed in front of the Murong family's gate, their magnificent presence unstoppable.

The dozen or so bodyguards in black on duty at the entrance were on high alert when they saw someone suddenly arrive, and they looked at Yan Ziming and his companion with wary expressions.

They discovered that their own men had no idea how capable the enemy was, so they immediately sounded the alarm.

"Halt!" The bodyguard captain stepped forward and hissed.

However, when he saw the faces of the two people in front of him clearly, he was stunned, and then cold sweat broke out on his back, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Oh my goodness! Look who these two great gods have descended upon us?!

He swore on his life that he had never seen these two figures, who were so renowned in China, so close before!

"Is your master here?"

Yan Shan let out a low shout, the endless echoes reverberating in their minds. The bodyguard captain felt dizzy and subconsciously nodded, his body trembling slightly.

Having received a clear answer, Yan Shan didn't say much and strode inside. No one present dared to stop him, and they let Yan Ziming and the other person go in.

After a long while, they finally came to their senses, as if they had just woken up from a dream, their hands and feet no longer their own.

"Meow--"

The Qilin in Yan Ziming's arms suddenly cried out, causing Yan Shan, who was walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, to stumble and almost fall flat on his face. He looked at Yan Ziming with a rather strange expression, as if asking, "Is that a Qilin?"

He had little contact with the Qilin, only a brief encounter, and had never heard its cry before, so he was quite surprised.

Yan Ziming shrugged helplessly: "I had a similar reaction to you when I first heard it call out."

With a twitching expression, Yan Shan accepted this fact, turned his gaze as if piercing through an endless distance, and continued walking.

The journey was short, and Yan Ziming followed Yan Shan to the gate of the Murong siblings' residence.

"Please come in."

Murong Haiyi's voice, neither humble nor arrogant, rang out. Yan Shan, without any hesitation, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

.........

Inside, Murong Haiyu and Murong Haixuan seemed to have been prepared long ago, sitting upright in the main hall. Behind them, on the wall, were famous paintings that had been passed down for hundreds of years. In addition, Murong Haiyi's imposing and magnificent aura inspired awe.

But the moment they saw Yan Shan, their composure crumbled instantly.

Murong Haixuan gave a wry smile. She had thought that since it was just a few investigators, she could easily dismiss them with the influence of the Murong family and her brother's strength. But she hadn't expected this...

I never expected that it would be such an important person who came.

Well, this was expected...

Although it was within expectations, Murong Haixuan was helpless. In the face of absolute power, all schemes are just paper tigers, easily punctured.

Murong Haiyi stepped forward, blocking his sister's path. His gaze was sharp as he withstood the pressure from Yan Shan, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Ziming behind Yan Shan.

[It really was her! She really did invite her!!!]

Murong Haiyi roared inwardly, both annoyed at himself for letting slip the secret today and hating Yan Zimo.

The reason he hated Yan Zimo was simply because of one thing—opportunity.

Immortal Spirit is an immense opportunity. His ability to reach this level at this age is largely due to this. He who obtains it will rule the world. Even if it is not so, it can still allow him to rise rapidly to the top.

Now someone has discovered their opportunity and reported it to the government, hoping that the government would forcibly take it away. No one would be happy about that.

Taking away someone's livelihood is like killing their parents; that's how Yan Ziming saw what he was doing.

If he were the protagonist, then Yan Ziming would be a complete villain.

Unfortunately, he is not.

Then, his gaze shifted downwards, landing on Xiao Ze in Yan Ziming's arms, his sharp eyes instantly filled with disbelief.

Murong Haixuan was naturally unaware of her brother's thoughts. She simply looked at Yan Shan with a dejected expression and offered no resistance.

Just when everyone thought it would be a complete defeat, Yan Shan's gaze towards Murong Haiyi suddenly softened, and he said, "Not bad, a dragon among men."

"what?"

Not to mention the Murong siblings, Yan Ziming was also stunned for a moment, not knowing what Yan Shan was talking about.

"What does the Marshal mean...?" Murong Haixuan asked tentatively.

"Don't overthink it. I'm here for today's matter. Let's talk privately. Zimo, you can leave now."

Okay then...

Since Yan Shan had spoken, what could Yan Zimo do? He could only comply. Only Yan Shan and the Murong siblings were left inside talking, and no outsiders could hear a thing.

The reason is obvious: his presence would cause the Murong siblings to become emotionally unstable, making communication impossible, so they wanted him to leave and avoid them.

"Well, it's certain they hate me; nobody likes being snitched on," Yan Ziming muttered to himself.

If it weren't for something of great importance, she wouldn't bother doing something so despicable! She herself found tattling extremely distasteful.

The wait wasn't long before a person came out. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an extraordinary demeanor. However, when he looked at Yan Zimo, he immediately acted as if he owed him money for eight lifetimes. It was Murong Haiyi.

"Oh, everything's settled?" Yan Ziming greeted him casually.

"You're something else! The Marshal of China is actually your uncle!"

Murong Haiyi's attitude was not so good, and he said angrily.

Yan Ziming shrugged indifferently: "Don't be so angry. My uncle should have told you that what's yours is yours, and the country can't take it away. What are you so angry about!"

"Go to hell!" After holding it in for so long, Murong Haiyi finally lost his composure and swore.

"Do you think I want to meddle in this? I already have one fairy spirit, I don't care about having more. If it weren't for the lives of tens of millions of people in Bei'an, I wouldn't even bother with you!"

Chapter 45 Exchange of Intelligence

"It concerns the lives and deaths of tens of millions of people in Bei'an? What do you mean by that?" Murong Haiyi asked in confusion.

"You do not know?"

Yan Ziming was surprised, his first reaction being that his uncle hadn't told him about this.

The reason for Yongjing's downfall is also a top secret. It would be bad if someone specifically used this as a basis for an attack. The fewer people who know, the better...

After thinking for a moment, Yan Ziming said seriously, "Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know. Believe me, knowing too much won't do you any good. I'm a living example."

As he spoke the latter part of the story, Yan Ziming's expression turned somewhat ashen, as if he were recalling something unpleasant.

"......"

Murong Haiyi stared at her silently, his anger still burning. He was determined to challenge her and vent his anger when he broke through to the eighth level!

Yan Ziming didn't care what he thought; everyone was forced into this situation, it was just a matter of the strong preying on the weak.

"I've said everything I needed to say. Now let me see who your followers are."

"...You'll regret this."

After saying that, Murong Haiyi took off his jacket and then his last white shirt, revealing his strong and muscular physique. Coupled with his handsome appearance that perfectly matched the aesthetics of Eastern people, if there were any of his female fans present, they would probably have started screaming non-stop.

Even women who aren't fans of his would be moved and blush.

But Murong Haiyi didn't see any of this in Yan Ziming.

The reaction was... too bland, as if she owned it herself, completely unmoved, without appreciation or shyness, just watching.

This left Murong Haiyi, who had been hoping to see Yan Ziming blush and be embarrassed, somewhat disappointed.

#Yan Ziming: "Hehe......."#

Seeing Murong Haiyi looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression, Yan Ziming frowned and said, "I asked you to show me the Immortal Spirit, why are you taking off your clothes, you exhibitionist?"

I am so fucking!!!

Murong Haiyi was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode, but he still turned around and showed Yan Ziming the image that had been hidden in his strong back.

On his back was a lifelike pattern that covered his entire back. If Yan Ziming had to describe it, it would be summed up in one word.

mad!

The enormous tiger head occupied half of its body, its mouth open, emitting a silent roar. It was incredibly fierce, with white mane and a body as white as snow, without any stray hairs on its skin. It exuded an unparalleled noble aura, and its murderous aura was overwhelming. Yan Zimo even felt a little suffocated.

"roar......."

The little Ze in his arms let out a low growl and shrunk to about the same size as Yan Zimo. The world was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, the totem on Murong Haiyi's back came to life, wriggling and leaping off his strong back. It was also the size of a person and stood in confrontation with the Qilin.

However, the opponent was at a significant disadvantage, and its aura was clearly not as strong as that of the Qilin, seemingly only at the A-level.

"White Tiger..."

"Kirin!"

When Yan Ziming and Murong Haiyi saw each other's true appearance as immortal spirits, they said each other's names in unison.

The White Tiger, revered as one of the Four Symbols, is also a symbol of auspiciousness and is known as the "God of War" and "God of Slaughter." Its combination with Murong Haiyi's supernatural abilities is undoubtedly a match made in heaven.