Farmer Girl Reborn: I Play the Pig and Eat the Tiger in the World of Immortal Cultivation

The barrier glowed with a faint blue light, flickering like breathing, and a chilling aura emanated from it. Yan Yue observed it intently, his fingertips lightly touching it, and a subtle trace of spiritual power penetrated it. The barrier's patterns were complex, interwoven into a strange pattern, like some ancient rune, imbued with powerful energy.

"This is the 'Xuanming Seal,' an extremely rare restriction requiring a special method to unlock." Yan Yue retracted her finger, her brow furrowed slightly. She had seen this kind of restriction mentioned in an ancient book in her previous life, but the method of unlocking it was vague, only mentioning the need to "use softness to overcome hardness, and use stillness to control movement."

Nong Jin looked at Yan Yue's focused expression and felt a surge of admiration in his heart. This seemingly fragile woman always managed to surprise him. He stood quietly by, not disturbing her thoughts.

Yan Yue closed her eyes, recalling the records in the ancient books, and repeatedly simulated the operation trajectory of the restriction in her mind. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and a glint of light flashed in them. "Found it."

She stretched out her hands, her fingers twirling as they formed a complex seal. A gentle stream of spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips, slowly infusing into the restriction. This spiritual energy didn't forcefully attack the restriction, but rather flowed along its lines, seeping in like a trickle, gradually disintegrating the restriction's power.

The forbidden light began to flicker, the blue light gradually dimming, and the cold aura dissipated. Nong Jin watched intently from the side. He had never seen such a sophisticated unblocking technique. Yan Yue's control over spiritual energy had reached a state of perfection.

With a soft "click," the restriction was finally lifted. The door of the hut slowly opened, and a musty smell hit me in the face.

Yan Yue and Nong Jin looked at each other and walked into the hut cautiously.

The interior of the hut was dark and damp, with a lingering smell of decay in the air. The room was furnished with simple furniture, and the table was piled high with miscellaneous items, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Yan Yue's eyes swept across the room and finally landed on a wooden box in the corner. She walked over and gently opened the box.

Inside the wooden box were scrolls and letters. Yan Yue picked up a letter and unfolded it. The handwriting was illegible, but the contents shocked her.

This letter was evidence of collusion between members of the Murong family and external forces! The letter detailed how they used spiritual minerals for illegal transactions and how they secretly cultivated forces with the intention of subverting the rule of the Murong family.

Yan Yue took a deep breath and handed the letter to Nong Jin. After reading the letter, Nong Jin's face became solemn.

"It seems that the problems within the Murong family are more serious than we thought." Nong Jin said in a deep voice.

Yan Yue nodded, her eyes falling on the other scrolls and letters in the wooden box. She had a premonition that these things would reveal more secrets hidden in the darkness...

"Keep reading." Yan Yue picked up another letter and slowly unfolded it. Familiar handwriting appeared on the letterhead, and the signature was... Murong Yun. Yan Yue and Nong Jin flipped through the letters and scrolls within the wooden box one by one. Each letter, like a sharp knife, pierced the Murong family's apparent tranquility and exposed a terrifying conspiracy. The letters not only detailed evidence of Murong Yun's collusion with external forces, but also implicated several other family elders who were secretly manipulating spiritual mineral resources, enriching themselves, and even colluding with evil cultivators to overthrow the entire family.

The air seemed frozen, a tense atmosphere permeating the small room. Yan Yue's face paled with each letter she read; she hadn't imagined the corruption within her family had become so severe. Nong Jin stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, conveying a warm strength to her. He looked at Yan Yue with a firm gaze, silently telling her: no matter what, he would stand by her side.

After compiling the evidence, Yan Yue and Nong Jin immediately informed Clan Leader Murong Hai and Elder Lin of the incident. After reading the letter, Clan Leader Murong Hai's face turned pale, and he crushed the teacup in his hands. He had never imagined that the family he had built would be so emptied by termites. Elder Lin was shocked and heartbroken. He had always believed in the loyalty of his family members, but he had never imagined the truth would be so cruel.

The news quickly spread throughout the family, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand ripples. Family members were abuzz with discussion, some shocked, some skeptical, and some furious. Murong Yun and several of the elders implicated in the incident naturally refused to sit idly by. They firmly denied the authenticity of the letter, claiming it was a frame-up by Yan Yue, intent on seizing family power.

"This is absolute nonsense!" Murong Yun roared, "These letters are all forged! Yan Yue, don't even think about using such despicable means to frame us!"

He pointed at Yan Yue, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. Several other elders echoed him, accusing Yan Yue of sowing discord and undermining family unity.

Facing their accusations, Yan Yue remained calm. She unfolded the scrolls in her hands one by one, which clearly recorded their crimes with irrefutable evidence.

"All the evidence points to you. What else do you have to argue about?" Yan Yue's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable power.

Murong Yun and the others were speechless. They had not expected Yan Yue to possess such irrefutable evidence. Their faces turned ugly, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Nong Jin stood beside Yan Yue, scanning Murong Yun and the others with cold eyes. A powerful pressure emanated from him, making everyone present feel suffocated.

"Anyone who dares to touch her must get past me first!" Nong Jin's voice was low and powerful, full of warning.

Murong Yun and the others were intimidated by his powerful aura and dared not act rashly for a moment. However, the resentment in their eyes became even stronger.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode. Murong Yun glared at Yan Yue fiercely, veins popping out on his forehead. He clenched his fists and approached Yan Yue step by step... "You..." He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.

"You... deserve to die!" Murong Yun roared, his spiritual power surging. A sharp sword appeared in his hand, and with a fierce murderous aura, he stabbed Yan Yue directly. He was already blinded by anger at this moment, and he just wanted to destroy the evidence and silence Yan Yue.

Nong Jin had anticipated this and dodged, blocking Yan Yue. With a single wave of his hand, a golden light flashed, and a golden barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking Murong Yun's attack. The sword tip collided with the barrier, making a sharp metallic sound and sending sparks flying.

"Murong Yun, are you crazy?" Nong Jin shouted sternly, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

"Get out of here! This is our Murong family's business and has nothing to do with you!" Murong Yun's eyes were red, and he looked like a madman, swinging his sword again.

Nong Jin's eyes flashed, and he showed no mercy. A golden light shone from his body, and powerful spiritual energy surged out like a tidal wave, instantly knocking Murong Yun flying. Murong Yun fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

Seeing their master injured, Murong Yun's followers drew their weapons and roared as they charged towards Nong Jin. Brandishing swords and unleashing their spiritual energy, they surrounded Nong Jin.

"You don't know your own limitations!" Nong Jin snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

His figure moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd. Every move he made carried the force of thunder. Golden spiritual energy transformed into sharp blades in his hands, slicing through the air with bursts of shrill screams.

Figures were flying around and screams were heard. Murong Yun's followers were unable to withstand Nong Jin's attack at all. They were knocked to the ground one after another, wailing.

Nong Jin was outnumbered, yet he handled the situation with ease. His presence was like a ghost, making it hard to predict his whereabouts. Each of his attacks was precise and deadly, leaving no room for error.

At this moment, Elder Lin stood up and shouted, "Stop! Everyone, stop!"

His voice was full of authority, which silenced everyone present.

Elder Lin walked up to Murong Yun and said in a deep voice, "Master, we must take this evidence seriously and not easily deny it. Even if it is forged, we must investigate it thoroughly before we can give the family an explanation."

His words made some family members start to rethink. They were originally confused by Murong Yun's anger and accusations, but now that they have calmed down, they realize the seriousness of the matter.

Murong Yun's face was gloomy. He didn't expect Elder Lin to stand up and oppose him at this time. He glared at Elder Lin fiercely, his eyes full of resentment.

Some elders who originally supported Murong Yun also began to hesitate. They exchanged glances with each other, as if weighing the pros and cons.

How will family members ultimately treat this evidence?

Meanwhile, outside the Murong Clan, in a dark corner, a pair of cold eyes watched all this unfold. A sneer flickered across his lips as he muttered to himself, "Looks like the plan needs to be brought forward..." He held a black jade talisman in his hand, emitting a strange aura. He slowly poured his spiritual energy into it... The talisman suddenly emitted a dazzling light, then shattered into powder...

"Damn it! They actually..." His voice stopped abruptly and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.