79: Purpose of coming

“This aura of Spiritual Qi!”

“Could it be Immortal Power?”

“How could it be on this kid?”

“Could this kid be...!”

“It seems this trip was truly worthwhile!”

The person by the windowsill, wearing a goose-yellow robe with gold trim, seemed to sense the fluctuation of Immortal Power.

At this moment, he couldn't help but trace it back to its source, observing carefully for a moment.

He looked thoughtful, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.

“Young Master, your expression is so grim. Did something happen?” The speaker was about twenty years old, wearing a white gown covered by a dark red brocade robe. His dark hair was tied up with a silk ribbon, and he wore Black Cloud-Chasing Boots. His features were sharp and distinct.

“Qing Wu, are you familiar with this aura of Immortal Power?” The person standing by the windowsill paused for a moment.

Afterward, he lightly shifted his feet and slowly turned around.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Qing Wu behind him.

Qing Wu, a member of Mulan Manor, had already cultivated to the Fifth Rank in his early twenties, making his strength not to be underestimated.

He once entered the Seven Stars Academy of the Immortal Country Academy, and was also the Commander of the Three Armies and the leader of the Immortal Country's Twelve Cloud Riders.

The Twelve Cloud Riders were originally directly subordinate to Qi King of the Yelü Royal Clan.

They were responsible for purging corrupt officials within the Immortal Country.

They secretly maintained the stability of the Immortal Country, killing countless people.

Because of this, they offended numerous powerful forces.

Later, Qi King died, and the Empress took power. Without Qi King's protection, the Twelve Cloud Riders naturally suffered devastating retaliation and heavy casualties.

After repeated encirclements and ambushes, few of the twelve remained.

After that, Qing Wu was rescued by Lord Mu while fleeing. To repay this kindness, he joined Mulan Manor and became the personal Guards of Young Master Mu Haotian.

“Qing Wu's experience is still shallow. I do not know what the Young Master speaks of,” Qing Wu shook his head and said dismissively.

How could Qing Wu not know about this Immortal Power?

This aura was similar to the Forbidden Ground in the Imperial Palace!

At this time, Qing Wu was just playing dumb despite knowing the truth.

In the Imperial City, that thing was a forbidden word; speaking carelessly could cost one their life.

Naturally, Qing Wu did not want to get involved in this mess, which is why he brushed it off casually.

Mu Haotian nodded.

“How interesting. If even you don't know, then I'll go ask the kid down there.”

“Alright, I'll be going first!”

A smile curled Mu Haotian's lips, a sharp light flashing in his eyes as he chuckled, “Are you coming or not?”

Mu Haotian lightly stepped forward, his body springing up and leaping out the window.

“Spiritual Qi Transformation Wings, Hah!” Mu Haotian quickly formed a seal with his hands, and Spiritual Qi surged out from his body.

Under Mu Haotian's control, that energy instantly condensed behind him, transforming into a pair of Spiritual Qi Wings.

Mu Haotian leaped toward the location of Li Changfeng.

“Young Master!” Seeing that Mu Haotian had already flown out the window, Qing Wu felt slightly worried.

If anything were to happen to the Young Master, he wouldn't be able to escape punishment.

Qing Wu anxiously shouted, “Young Master, please wait for me!”

“I'm coming too!”

“Young Master!”

However, Mu Haotian didn't even turn his head. The Spiritual Qi Wings on his back continued to flap, carrying him through the air.

It was unclear whether he heard but chose not to respond, or simply didn't hear Qing Wu's calls.

“Young Master, wait a moment!” Qing Wu dared not be careless, and he quickly stepped forward.

Qing Wu wanted to follow immediately.

Li Changfeng's body was still rapidly descending, plummeting toward the ground, and the shower of arrows before him was drawing closer and closer.

At this moment, Li Changfeng slightly narrowed his eyes, intending to mobilize the Immortal Power within his body!

Boom.

In the air, a deafening loud noise suddenly rang out.

Following it was a fierce gust of wind.

Li Changfeng couldn't help but be startled awake by the loud noise.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but stare blankly.

Li Changfeng stared in astonishment at the man in the goose-yellow brocade robe standing before him.

“Who are you?” Li Changfeng stared at the man and asked coldly.

He wore a look of confusion.

Just now, right as the shower of arrows was about to pierce Li Changfeng.

A streak of Spiritual Qi suddenly appeared in the air and charged straight toward the shower of arrows.

A powerful burst of energy instantly scattered the shower of arrows!

Mu Haotian executed a magnificent turn in the air, leaving an afterimage where he stood before suddenly vanishing, only to reappear right in front of Li Changfeng.

“You don't need to worry about who I am first. I'd like to ask you instead: Who are you?” Mu Haotian smiled faintly.

Mu Haotian suddenly raised his hand and waved it, causing his sleeve to flutter.

A stream of Spiritual Qi traced a noticeable arc in the air.

Relying on his precise control of Spiritual Qi, Mu Haotian materialized the released Spiritual Qi into a circular barrier in the air, tightly surrounding the two of them.

“Divine Sword Sect, Li Changfeng.” Li Changfeng did not conceal this fact.

The name of the Divine Sword Sect was quite prestigious throughout the world.

Relying on the Spiritual Qi barrier in front of him, Mu Haotian was not affected by the residual waves of the explosion.

Mu Haotian raised his hand and grabbed Li Changfeng's collar, lifting him up with great ease, and slowly descended toward the ground, treading upon the Void Realm.

“To actually be saved by Little Prince's intervention, this kid really has good luck!” General Yang raised his head and watched Li Changfeng from afar, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

General Yang was extremely unwilling. He spat on the ground and let out a cold snort.

“In that case, this kid won't be easy to kill now!”

“But why is Little Prince here?”

“Could it be that Little Prince knows this kid?”

General Yang had too many questions.

However, General Yang had no way to figure it out.

Stahan saw General Yang's gloomy expression and dared not speak much at the moment, pondering inwardly.

What exactly was the relationship between this kid and Little Prince?

If they truly were old acquaintances, the Yang Family might not escape disaster today!

He still needed to make plans early to avoid being implicated in the Yang Family's disaster!

“Oh? Divine Sword Sect?” Mu Haotian smiled and said.

“So you are a Divine Sword Sect Disciple!”

“If that's the case, we can be considered old acquaintances.”

“I still have some connections with the Divine Sword Sect.”

Mu Haotian raised his hand, carrying Li Changfeng as he slowly descended onto the ground, a smirk playing on his lips.

He then tossed Li Changfeng aside without even glancing at him. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he quickly swept his gaze over General Yang and his group.

“Who are you?” Li Changfeng asked again.

Li Changfeng was thrown onto the ground, but he lightly stepped onto the earth.

After standing steadily on the ground, Li Changfeng raised his head and stared at Mu Haotian.

Li Changfeng did not recognize this person.

But how did he end up here?

“Third Rank Governor General Yang reports to Little Prince!” General Yang saw Mu Haotian's gaze and felt his scalp tingle uncomfortably.

General Yang quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands high above his head, bent his knees, and immediately knelt down, performing a grand, respectful salute.

“General Yang, there's no need to be so polite,” Mu Haotian said with a flick of his large sleeve.

After all, Mulan Manor currently holds sway over Yizhou City.

Mu Haotian is the son of Lord Mu.

His status is eminent, second only to one person but above thousands, naturally leading to an inflated ego.