I long to return home!

"Murong Shuang! You shameless woman!"

The ice shattered, and Murong Han stood up tremblingly, glaring at Murong Shuang as she hugged her cold body, ice shards still clinging to her hair.

"Murong Han, we have no kinship whatsoever, but you shouldn't have spoken ill of my mother." Murong Shuang's icy eyes revealed a chilling intent mixed with a hint of murderous intent.

"I am the true young lady of the Murong family. So what if I say something about your mother? Do you think your father will stand up for you and teach me a lesson?" Murong Han shrugged dismissively.

"Father, I will teach you a lesson." Murong Shuang gripped the white flute tightly, and spiritual energy visibly flowed through it.

"Find a fight!"

Murong Han made a sword finger gesture with one hand, and in an instant a long sword appeared in his hand, with plum blossom branches wrapped around the scabbard and hilt.

He swiftly drew his sword and thrust it forward amidst the deafening sound of the flute. The sharp tip of the sword barely cut through the cold wind, and the swirling energy severed several strands of the latter's hair.

"Quick! Go find the master! Miss is fighting with someone!"

The maids were terrified; if anything went wrong, they would be the first to suffer.

The battle intensified, leaving a trail of destruction where swords and flutes clashed, and Murong Shuang seemed to be at a disadvantage.

In terms of cultivation level, Murong Han was slightly superior. Long before Murong Shuang was still worrying about having enough to eat, she already enjoyed abundant cultivation resources in the mansion.

Even if Murong Shuang comes to the manor, the cultivation resources will be much more plentiful.

Shen Lian watched all this quietly. He did not intend to intervene, as this was, after all, someone else's family matter, and moreover, it was Murong Shuang seeking justice for her mother.

As the sound of the flute drifted over, Murong Han felt a sudden confusion in his mind, unable to concentrate, and the several sword moves that should have been executed at the end all missed their mark.

Murong Shuang did not simply dodge; as she played her flute, a trail of water appeared beneath her feet, creating a deadly trap that would determine the outcome of the battle.

On the other hand, if she were to draw her sword and injure even slightly, even just by cutting her palm, the latter's mother would seize the opportunity to retaliate, and Liu Ma would likely be implicated.

Slowly, the killing move took shape, but his body was also covered with cuts and scratches from the sword, and one sword even almost cut his cheek.

"Noisy!"

The seemingly gentle and melodious sound of the flute was, to Murong Han, a harsh and mocking sound, and he could only see afterimages when he looked at Murong Shuang.

The moment had come. Murong Shuang blocked a sword with her white flute and quickly drew her short sword. The water on the ground froze instantly as soon as the sword was drawn. Before Murong Han could react, she was unable to move. The biting cold made her sneeze repeatedly.

The next moment, a flash of white light appeared, and a cold short sword was placed against the latter's neck, frightening him into immobility.

Murong Shuang was about to reprimand when the sound of a spear piercing the air was deafening, and at the same time a man's stern voice shouted, "Don't hurt Miss!"

At the critical moment, Shen Lian appeared beside Murong Shuang without anyone noticing, his eyes flashing with golden light, and the sound of metal clashing was extremely jarring.

Several gilded swords formed a circle in the air to resist the silver spear, and the resulting spiritual energy shockwaves were enough to turn the surrounding area into ruins.

boom!

With a loud bang, the collision of spiritual energy sent both sides flying back several meters, and the surrounding walls crumbled and collapsed.

Shen Lian embraced Murong Shuang, gripping the Qiong Chi sword tightly in his other hand. He met the eyes of the young man with his hair tied up high, showing no less imposing presence than the latter.

"Hmph, no wonder you're so confident. So you brought back a wild man from outside. What a shameless slut." Murong Han shivered from the cold, still filled with anger, and sneered at Murong Shuang and Shen Lian beside her.

"Have you finished cursing? I think you're the one who's shameless. Born into a wealthy family, you're treacherous and vicious. Do you even deserve to be called human?" Shen Lian retorted without any hesitation.

“You…” Murong Han was furious. She looked at the man with the gun beside her and ordered, “Bai Qi, kill him for me.”

Without hesitation, the gunman's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he swiftly clashed with Shen Lian once more.

Seeing this, Murong Qing quickly spoke up to dissuade them: "Second...Sister, let's wait for Father to come. Something bad might happen."

"Hmph, this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't say another word," Murong Han snorted.

The spear swung in the wind, and faint cries of strange beasts could be heard. For a moment, it prevented Shen Lian from getting close. With a thrust of the spear, the tip suddenly opened into three sharp blades.

Caught off guard, Shen Lian's arm was stabbed, and blood flowed from the blade. He cried out in pain, and his usually calm expression turned cold, giving the latter an invisible pressure.

"Are you looking for death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, clumps of gilding spread from the wound to the gun barrel, and then barbs burst out from the gilded liquid covering it.

Bai Qi immediately released the spear, but unexpectedly, Shen Lian cleaved it in two with the Golden Sword in the next instant.

The golden light flashed by but was firmly blocked by a hand. Shen Lian was startled and looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Without hesitation, he could tell that the man was at the Nascent Soul stage.

"Enough! Stop now. I can pretend this never happened since you're a distinguished guest."

Shen Lian didn't take it seriously. With a flash of golden light in his eyes, he controlled the gilded object to transform into a gilded sword and attacked Bai Qi.

"Arrogant fool! This is not a place for you to run wild in the Murong Manor!" The middle-aged man roared, unleashing a wave of spiritual power that instantly blasted Shen Lian away.

At the small pavilion in the lake.

The black-robed elder, who was chatting with Master Baiyu, sensed Shen Lian's perilous situation and immediately threw down his cup and left, leaving behind only a wisp of black energy.

In the blink of an eye, the sky above the entire Murong mansion turned dark and oppressive, with a powerful pressure from the Nascent Soul stage covering the area, rendering the middle-aged man and the others inside the mansion unable to move.

"How dare you!"

The old man in black robes appeared in a flash, transforming into black mist. He helped the injured Shen Lian up, glared angrily at the middle-aged man who had attacked him, and condensed black mist in his hand into the shape of an arrow, ready to take the lives of everyone present at any moment.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, wait! There may be some misunderstanding here."

Master Baiyu teleported to the middle-aged man's side and hurriedly tried to stop him. Then, his face turned fierce and chilling as he angrily rebuked the middle-aged man: "Didn't I tell you that we have distinguished guests and that you should receive them properly? Are you trying to destroy the Murong family?"

The middle-aged man, overwhelmed by the imposing presence, could barely straighten his back and managed to speak: "Great-grandfather..."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please calm down. There must be some misunderstanding. Please withdraw your spiritual pressure and find out the reason. If there is any mistake, I, Bai, will not tolerate it," Bai Yu Zhenren said anxiously.

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected the matter to escalate to this point, with even the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Murong family trying his best to mediate.

The most panicked were Murong Han and the others. This matter was caused by her, and it was she who instructed Bai Qi to hurt people. Even though this great-grandfather usually doted on her, after weighing the pros and cons, he would definitely not treat this matter leniently.