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

"The truth is... someone is colluding with outside forces to incite internal strife within the family, ultimately aiming to monopolize our Murong family's spiritual minerals!" Yan Yue's voice echoed through the hall, each word resounding. Her gaze was sharp as she stared directly at Murong Yun, emphasizing each word, "This person is Murong Yun!"

Murong Yun's face suddenly changed. He stood up abruptly, pointed at Yan Yue and shouted, "You're talking nonsense! You're slandering me! How could I do such a thing?"

Yan Yue sneered and calmly pulled the letters and the Shadow Assassin's testimony from her storage bag, presenting them one by one to the crowd. She detailed how external forces, through Murong Yun, had spread rumors, sowed discord, and instigated family strife in an attempt to seize the spiritual mine. She even shared Pharmacist Qi's findings, explaining the unusual spiritual energy fluctuations within the mine as the work of external forces, intent on gradually weakening the Murong family.

The handwriting on the letter was clearly visible, and the Shadow Assassin's testimony was irrefutable. As Yan Yue spoke, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly tense. The family members' initial suspicions gradually turned to shock and anger. They had never imagined they had been used for so long, and the mastermind behind all this was actually a member of their own family!

"This...how is this possible..." An elder muttered to himself, unable to believe what he heard.

"Murong Yun, do you have anything else to say?" Murong Hai's voice was low and majestic. He looked at his people with disappointment, his heart filled with grief and anger.

Murong Yun's face had long since drained of color. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word. He had thought his plan was flawless, but he hadn't expected Yan Yue and Nong Jin to see through it. He looked at the angry eyes of the tribesmen around him and knew that his situation was hopeless.

Seeing that her family members finally believed in her, Yan Yue felt extremely relieved. She knew that the family strife could finally be put to rest. She looked at Nong Jin, and the two of them smiled at each other, saying everything.

"I... I was wrong..." Murong Yun's voice trembled. He knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy. "Chief, elders, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

Some of the younger members of the tribe began to waver; after all, Murong Yun was their childhood companion. However, many more could not easily forgive his betrayal. They angrily denounced Murong Yun, believing his crime to be unforgivable.

Murong Hai was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Murong Yun, you colluded with external forces and intended to harm the family. Your crime is unforgivable..."

At this moment, Murong Yun suddenly raised his head, a sly glint in his eyes. While everyone was not paying attention, he suddenly rushed towards the hall door...

Seeing his situation was hopeless, Murong Yun looked around like a trapped animal, searching for a chance to escape. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he suddenly rushed towards the hall door, intending to sneak away. However, before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by a family member who had reacted.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" A burly elder shouted angrily and stood in front of Murong Yun like an insurmountable mountain.

Murong Yun's face paled as he was stopped, knowing there was no escape. He fell to his knees and began to cry out for mercy, "Chief, elders, I was wrong! I was confused for a moment, bewitched by external forces, and made such a horrible mistake! Please, for the sake of my many years of service to the clan, forgive me this time!"

Some of the younger members of the clan felt sorry for Murong Yun when they saw him like this. They had grown up together, practiced together, played together, and now seeing him in this state, they felt a mixture of emotions.

"Chief, Murong Yun is one of our tribesmen after all. He was just confused for a moment. Give him a chance to reform." A young tribesman pleaded.

However, more tribesmen could not easily forgive Murong Yun's betrayal. They angrily rebuked him, believing that his crime was unforgivable.

"Murong Yun, you colluded with external forces and intended to harm our family. You almost plunged our Murong family into an irretrievable situation. How can you have the face to beg for mercy?" An elder said indignantly.

"Yes, if it weren't for Miss Yan Yue and Immortal Emperor Nong Jin revealing the truth in time, we would still be kept in the dark and the consequences would be unimaginable!" Another tribesman echoed.

Inside the hall, arguments raged, with each family member arguing with their own opinions, creating a tense atmosphere. Murong Hai watched everything unfold before him, his heart filled with helplessness and grief. He knew full well that this incident had deeply damaged the Murong family, and even if the internal strife could be quelled, it would take a long time for them to recover.

At this moment, Nong Jin gently hugged Yan Yue from behind, his arms wrapped around her powerfully, his heartbeat rang in Yan Yue's ears, "Yuer, you did it."

Yan Yue leaned in his arms, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with happiness and security. She gently closed her eyes, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. She knew that the crisis was finally over and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a loud noise outside the hall broke the brief silence. A blood-soaked guard stumbled into the hall, shouting in panic, "Oh no! External forces... they... they're breaking in!"

Everyone in the hall suddenly changed their expressions... "Prepare to meet the enemy!" Murong Hai shouted. Inside the hall, Murong Hai's words, "meet the enemy," were like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves. Everyone instantly recovered from their shock, summoning their magical weapons and forming their battle formations, ready to fight.

Almost at the same time, the walls of the hall collapsed, and a group of black-clothed and masked assassins rushed in like a tide, wielding sharp blades flashing with cold light in their hands, and with a fierce murderous aura, they rushed straight towards the members of the Murong family.

Nong Jin flashed and stood in front of Yan Yue. Golden light surged around him, like a god descending from heaven. The long sword in his hand drew out sharp sword energy, instantly killing the assassins in the front.

"Yu'er, step back and leave this to me." Nong Jin's voice was steady and powerful, giving Yan Yue an infinite sense of security.

Yan Yue nodded and stepped aside, but she was not idle. She secretly circulated her spiritual power, ready to support Nong Jin at any time.

The battle was fierce, with spiritual energy colliding in the hall, radiant light, and the cries of battle resounding through the heavens. Nong Jin fought like a god of war, his swift physique and exquisite swordsmanship. Wherever his spiritual energy reached, enemies fell one after another. Not to be outdone, the members of the Murong family united in a desperate struggle against the external forces.

Murong Yun knelt on the ground, watching the fierce battle unfold before him, his heart filled with regret and guilt. He looked at his fellow clansmen fighting bravely to protect their family, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. He suddenly stood up and shouted to the crowd, "I was wrong! I have let my family down! I am willing to join the fight and fight against this enemy together!"

His voice was particularly clear amid the noisy battle, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Murong Hai looked at Murong Yun, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Admitting one's mistakes is the best way to improve. Pick up your weapons and prove your resolve!"

Murong Yun took the long sword handed to him, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He joined the battle, fighting side by side with his tribesmen against the brutal enemy.

With the strenuous resistance of Nong Jin and the Murong family, the offensive of external forces gradually weakened, and eventually they were completely repelled.

When the smoke cleared, the hall was in ruins, with traces of battle everywhere. Murong Hai looked at his wounded clansmen with a feeling of deep emotion. He knew that although this battle was brutal, it also brought the Murong family closer together.

Nong Jin walked to Yan Yue and gently held her hand, "Let's go."

Yan Yue nodded and followed Nong Jin out of the Murong family.

Their figures disappeared into the night, leaving only one suspense: How will Yan Yue and Nong Jin's road to revenge begin?

Under the starlight, a group of people crept silently through the mountains. Yan Yue and Nong Jin walked at the front of the group, looking at the stronghold shrouded in fog in the distance with solemn expressions.

"Are you ready?" Nong Jin asked in a low voice.

Yan Yue took a deep breath, a cold light flashed in her eyes, "I'm ready." She reached out and tightened the hilt of the sword in her hand.