The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Yun Che's eyes were like torches, fixed intently on Mu Qing in front of him. It seemed as if his gaze could see through people's hearts.

And Mu Qing, this beautiful woman, actually looked him in the face without fear.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who dare to look Yun Che in the eye.

Yun Che's heart moved, and his spiritual sense expanded instantly, attempting to investigate Mu Qing's life experience and past.

However, surprisingly, Mu Qing's memories before the age of sixteen seemed to be deliberately sealed and could not be touched.

Mu Qing's memory is like a wilderness shrouded in thick fog.

The years before the age of sixteen were a complete blank.

All her memories only stopped from the moment she stepped into Lingshan at the age of sixteen until now.

Every bit of the past seemed to have been erased by a mysterious force. Even Yun Che's powerful consciousness was unable to detect a single detail.

Yun Che frowned, clearly very surprised by this situation.

If he wanted to delve deeper into Mu Qing's memory, he had to break the seal in her body first.

This means that Mu Qing's memory can only be traced back to the time she spent practicing in Lingshan in the past six months.

Jiuyang and Bai Yuan, who were standing by, did not dare to say a word, fearing that they would disturb Yun Che who was deep in thought.

They knew Yun Che's temper very well, and were even more reluctant to anger this powerful Emperor at this moment.

Yun Che slowly stood up, his white robe fluttering gently with his movements, like a cloud floating in the air.

His gaze fell on Mu Qing again, and his tone was sharp: "Tell me yourself, where are you from? Who sealed your memories before the age of sixteen?"

Mu Qing looked at Yun Che, a hint of indifference in his eyes: "I forgot."

"Oh? Forgot?"

Yun Che raised his eyebrows, a hint of displeasure revealed in his tone.

A long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the tip of the sword gently rested on Mu Qing's neck.

He continued to ask, "Did you really forget?"

Mu Qing looked directly at Yun Che, her expression calm and resolute.

It was as if the Emperor's sword resting on her neck was just a trivial matter to her.

There wasn't a trace of fear in her eyes; she only stared deeply at Yun Che, as if silently expressing her courage and determination.

Jiuyang and Bai Yuan were shocked when they saw this, and hurried forward to plead for Mu Qing.

Jiuyang bowed and pleaded with Yun Che, “This is a holy place for cultivation.

Please, Emperor, please do not stain this hall with blood and disturb the Supreme Lord Laojun."

Bai Yuan also bowed deeply and said with awe and sincerity, "Please, Your Majesty, show mercy."

At this moment, the rows of male Taoist priests sitting on the mats all looked up at Yun Che.

There was awe and curiosity in their eyes.

Xuan Qing watched Yun Che's actions and thought to himself, "Master is so scary. He always points his sword at people.

No wonder Master couldn't stand it and chose to practice Taoism."

Chen Xuan, Shuang Yue and Xu Wan stood quietly at the entrance of the hall.

Their eyes were all focused on the scene before them.

Yun Che was currently holding a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at a woman, and this woman was none other than Mu Qing.

There was a subtle sense of tension in the air, but Xu Wan and Shuang Yue didn't seem surprised by it.

They knew Yun Che's temperament very well. For him, this action might just be a spur of the moment action, or it might have deeper meaning.

However, Chen Xuan's reaction was completely different from theirs.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then his figure flashed and instantly moved to Yun Che's side.

His movements were swift and decisive, and he easily snatched the longsword from Yun Che's hand.

The sword flashed, and Chen Xuan's furrowed brows revealed his dissatisfaction and doubts about Yun Che's actions.

"Yun Che, what are you doing?"

His voice was low and powerful, with undeniable authority.

Yun Che raised his eyebrows slightly, a playful smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

"I thought she was interesting, so I just played with her."

His tone was relaxed and casual, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant joke.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan shook his head slightly and handed the sword back to Yun Che.

"Yun Che, your sword is used to slay demons and monsters.

Mu Qing hasn't committed any heinous crime, so why are you doing this?"

His tone contained a hint of blame, but more of it was filled with expectations and teachings for Yun Che.

Yun Che took the longsword and nodded, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.

Then, the long sword shining with cold light slowly turned in Yun Che's hand.

In the end, it disappeared out of thin air, as if it had merged into the void.

"Ah, very good.

You all plead for her, which makes me seem like I'm wrong."

There was a hint of self-mockery in his words, but more of it was dissatisfaction with everyone's reaction.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, as if trying to brush away the irritability and dissatisfaction in his heart.

Frost Moon saw this and knew that Yun Che was already somewhat displeased.

She stepped forward, bowed slightly to Chen Xuan, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty has been practicing day and night in my Wuji Sect recently, and it has been very hard.

The power in his body was growing stronger and stronger and it was difficult to control.

Therefore, his eyes often turn red, and he naturally gets a bit irritable. I hope Sect Master will forgive me."

Her voice was soft yet firm, and every word revealed her concern and understanding for Yun Che.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Yun Che, what's going on? I see no demonic energy in you."

There was a hint of anxiety and worry in his tone, and he was obviously very concerned about Yun Che's condition.

Yun Che looked at Chen Xuan calmly, and said with a hint of indifference in his tone: "I am a golden dragon. Once the realm of cultivation reaches a certain advanced level,

This phenomenon will naturally occur.”

Xu Wan took light steps and slowly walked to the side of True Man Jiuyang and asked in a low voice.

It was from True Man Jiuyang that she learned that Yun Che was so nervous and anxious because he was trying to uncover Mu Qing's mysterious background.

However, surprisingly, Yun Che tried his best but still couldn't find any clues.

In desperation, he could only place his hopes on Mu Qing herself, hoping that she would take the initiative to unveil this mysterious veil.

Facing Yun Che's sharp gaze, Mu Qing appeared unusually calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

She opened her lips slightly and uttered three words: "I forgot."

These three words, simple and plain, were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's heart.

Yun Che's rage intensified upon hearing this, and the longsword in his hand involuntarily pointed at Mu Qing. The atmosphere instantly became tense and subtle.

Seeing this, Xu Wan thought to herself.

She knew that she should not dwell on this matter any longer, so she walked to Chen Xuan's side.

He said softly: "Foster father, since Mu Qing wants to practice Taoism with all his heart,

Then why not let her pay homage to Taishang Laojun first and see if Laojun is willing to accept her.

After all, Taoism emphasizes fate and understanding. If Laojun nods, Mu Qing can enter.

Let’s forget about the past. I just hope that today’s cultivation in seclusion can benefit Lingshan.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He knew that Xu Wan's words made sense and could resolve the current embarrassing situation.

It can also give Mu Qing another chance to prove her sincerity and determination with her actions.

So he nodded, indicating that everyone could act according to Xu Wan's suggestion.

The turmoil caused by the mystery of his life gradually subsided under Xu Wan's clever resolution.