After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

That night, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling in every corner of the post station.

Lin Dong and his friends ate so much that their round bellies looked like small watermelons. Their faces were flushed and they ran upstairs with satisfied smiles, clamoring to sleep with Murong Ling'er and Murong Chen.

In fact, they did not dislike the crowded and simple dormitory downstairs. It was just that this sumptuous dinner made them feel overwhelmed with gratitude towards Murong Ling'er and her son, and they wanted to get closer to this kind mother and son.

Even Huo Zihao was infected by the lively atmosphere and ran up.

As soon as the children entered the room, they rolled around on the bed excitedly like a group of happy little monkeys. They laughed and played, pushing each other and scratching each other, making the bed a mess.

The cheerful laughter seemed to be able to blow the roof off, and it spread far away in the silent night.

Murong Ling'er looked at the group of children helplessly. She didn't want to squeeze in the same bed with a group of energetic children.

She smiled slightly, shook her head, and checked into another room to sleep.

The flickering candlelight in the room illuminated her beautiful yet cold face.

After washing up, Murong Ling'er changed into a light white dress, lay quietly on the bed and began to practice.

Her breathing gradually became steady, and the air around her seemed to have a rhythm with her breathing.

However, just as she was immersed in the tranquility of cultivation, suddenly, she opened her eyes abruptly, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes, like lightning in the night sky. She jumped up from the bed like lightning and came to the door in an instant, her movements as light as a night cat.

I only heard two very light footsteps outside, the sound was as light as the breeze blowing through the leaves.

Murong Ling'er stood by the door without moving, like a sculpture. She held her breath and listened intently to the footsteps.

The footsteps wandered between the two rooms, like two mice foraging in the dark, cautious and furtive.

Murong Ling'er frowned slightly and extended her spiritual sense, which spread out in all directions like invisible tentacle.

She discovered that Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue were stealthily eavesdropping outside the door of the next room. The figures of the two were clearly visible in her consciousness. Their expressions were tense and their eyes flickered, as if they were planning something unspeakable.

Murong Ling'er wondered why these two people were here so late at night. She remained calm and decided to wait and see what they were up to before making any plans.

She quietly gathered her spiritual power and prepared herself to deal with any emergency. The spiritual power flowed through her body like a river ready to burst forth.

At this time, Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue looked at each other with confusion on their faces. They carefully stuck to the door and listened carefully with their ears perked up. They felt that the breathing sounds inside were quite chaotic. After a rough listen, they found that there were as many as six or seven people.

This was strange. They had clearly seen it during the day, and there were only two children in the group! How come the number seemed to have multiplied several times now?

Yuan Qiulu and Wang Lingyue are not easy to deal with.

Back then, they knew that Murong Ling'er and Chu Lingfeng were very skilled in martial arts and they were no match for them. But they had no choice but to take the risk for the sake of their daughter.

He accidentally discovered that there was a slight similarity between Murong Chen and Chu Lingfeng's eyebrows, so he guessed that they must be father and son.

So the couple discussed it.

They thought that since they couldn't win a head-on fight, they might as well kidnap the younger one first and use it to threaten the older one.

They had never expected that when they came to investigate in the middle of the night, they would find that the situation was very different from what they had expected, and there were several more people. This sudden change made them a little overwhelmed, and they had a bad premonition in their hearts.

How could they know that from the moment they appeared at the post station, Murong Ling'er had already noticed something with her keen perception.

At this moment, just across the door, Murong Ling'er was like a cheetah in the dark, staring at their every move with sharp eyes. Her spiritual power was flowing secretly, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

Looking inside the house, the scene was one of complete chaos.

Murong Chen and his friends slept in a very miserable state, their small bodies lying in all directions on the bed, and the quilts had been kicked to the ground by them in their sleep. Seven children were squeezed into the bed, which was not very big to begin with. Their sleeping positions were all weird. Some of them had their mouths open, drooling on the pillows, and some had their arms and legs spread out, as if they wanted to occupy the entire bed.

The snoring and talking in dreams intertwined together, like a strange symphony.

When Wang Lingyue lifted the door latch and walked in quietly, the room was as dark as ink. After a few breaths, he could gradually see the furnishings in the room.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from outside the door, and with a "clang" sound, the door slammed shut.

Wang Lingyue was frightened instantly and turned around to run away, but someone grabbed his neck.

Wang Lingyue was frightened by the hand that suddenly grabbed his neck. Just as he was about to struggle, he felt a strong force coming and was kicked off the ground.

He kicked his feet wildly and tried in vain to pry open the fingers that were like steel pincers with his hands, his eyes full of fear.

Murong Ling'er emerged from the darkness, her eyes as cold as ice. She was like the master of the dark night, emitting a chilling aura. She shook her body slightly, and Wang Lingyue's sturdy body flew towards Yuan Qiulu like a cannonball.

Seeing this, Yuan Qiulu hurriedly reached out to catch it, but was knocked back repeatedly by the impact of Wang Lingyue, and both of them fell to the ground in embarrassment.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yuan Qiulu's eyes. She suddenly pulled out a whip from her waist and whipped Murong Ling'er hard.

The soft whip cut through the air, making a hissing sound, like a poisonous snake choosing its prey.

Murong Ling'er, however, remained calm, her figure shifting lightly like a dancing butterfly, effortlessly dodging the fierce attack. Her white dress fluttered in the darkness, like a white lotus blooming in the night breeze.

Seeing that his first attack missed, Yuan Qiulu swung the whip in his hand even more fiercely, with each move aimed at Murong Ling'er's vital points.

Murong Ling'er's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer! She quickly formed seals with her hands and shouted softly. A spiritual power shield unfolded in front of her. The soft whip lashed at the shield, splashing a burst of spiritual power sparks, but it couldn't break through at all.

Wang Lingyue also got up from the ground at this time. He roared angrily and rushed towards Murong Ling'er with his fists waving. The fists were accompanied by whistling sounds and were very powerful.

Murong Ling'er didn't even look at him, but just waved her hand lightly, and a stream of spiritual power like an invisible sharp blade instantly hit Wang Lingyue's knee.

Wang Lingyue screamed and fell to the ground again. The severe pain from his knee made the veins on his forehead bulge.

Seeing this, Yuan Qiulu was extremely anxious. She rushed towards Murong Ling'er desperately and tried to fight her in close combat.

A cold light flashed in Murong Ling'er's eyes, and she appeared behind Yuan Qiulu in an instant, and her palm slapped out like a phantom.

Yuan Qiulu felt as if his back was hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He flew forward and knocked over the tables and chairs in the room.

The whole process happened quickly and easily, in the blink of an eye.

The children in the house are still immersed in sweet dreams, with happy smiles on their faces. Perhaps in their dreams, they are eating delicious food and playing happily with their friends.

The snoring and mumbling sounds continued without interruption, as if the fierce fighting around them was just an illusory dream that could not disturb their peace.