249: Dead city!

Chapter 249: City of Death!

Mu Yun’s words caused a flicker of surprise across Lu Xuan’s face, which then returned to normal.

Excellent, this way, the task that Lord assigned to him can be considered complete.

Because Lord only sent him to investigate the identity of this disaster-level anomaly.

If it was Princess Xingyue, then after he dealt with this ghostly thing, he would also have to make a trip to Mingxin Prefecture to deal with the Wen Family.

“Hmm!”

“Director Mu, you may leave first.”

“I will handle this matter. You should return and gather all the Blackbird Guards to prepare for the aftermath.”

As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, a scorching Aura instantly enveloped his body.

His Primordial Spirit power surged, and immense power roared out from Lu Xuan’s body, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Looking around, Haoran Prefecture was utterly silent, devoid of any human Life Qi.

As soon as Lu Xuan stepped into this Fu City, he had already anticipated it.

The entire Fu City had long been thoroughly permeated by the cold, decaying 冥力 (nether power) of the Ghost Realm.

Every inch of land, every building, exuded a chilling Aura, clearly having become part of the Ghost Realm.

The dense, endless black ghost shadows that appeared earlier—

Lu Xuan knew very well that these terrifying ghost shadows were all living humans not long ago.

They were forcibly twisted into grotesque ghostly things by the nether power of the Ghost Realm.

Alas!

This was the first time Lu Xuan had encountered such a tragic event—an entire city of people.

At this point, Lu Xuan was powerless to turn back the tide; he could only deal with this thing as quickly as possible.

Just then, the Void Realm around Lu Xuan and Mu Yun underwent a strange change without any warning.

Everything around them began to blur slowly, falling into a peculiar state.

Whether it was the towering human buildings or the solid ground—

Even in the seemingly empty Void Realm, dynamic phantom images slowly emerged.

These residual images, as if outlined by the brush of time, carried a sense of reality and mystery.

Each frame of the image flowed slowly, lifelike and vivid.

It was as if someone’s sealed memories were being released without reservation at this very moment.

The next moment, in the countless images, the figures of two women appeared simultaneously.

Their faces were clearly discernible, and even their conversation reached Lu Xuan’s ears without obstruction.

And one of the women in the image was none other than the pale, eerie face hanging high in the sky at this moment.

Suddenly, a soft, melodious female voice, like a clear mountain spring, gently sounded.

In the slowly flowing illusory image, the other woman parted her red lips slightly.

“Lan’er, Mo Chen seems to have changed. I can’t quite grasp him anymore.”

This voice, ethereal yet with a hint of tenderness, echoed leisurely throughout the vast world.

The woman had a graceful figure, dressed in a magnificent dark black gown, like a mysterious nebula in the night sky, clinging tightly to her body.

The dark black gown was exquisitely embroidered, with every stitch and thread weaving intricate and complex patterns.

Several small black birds adorned it, each in a different pose.

Some seemed ready to take flight, while others craned their necks to sing, each black bird seemingly imbued with vibrant life.

They nimbly leaped and danced among the woman’s exquisite flowing sleeves.

Around the woman, an innate noble Aura constantly emanated, inspiring awe in others.

Every second of this scene showcased the woman’s extraordinarily distinguished identity and status—an inherent noble temperament.

“Princess, have you forgotten what Lan’er told you last time?”

Upon hearing this, Princess Xingyue’s brows furrowed slightly, and she fell into deep thought.

“Are you referring to the last time Mo Chen accompanied the Master to receive the various State Dukes of the Eastern Region and the Blackbird Guards of the Fu City?”

In the image, the woman called Lan’er bowed slightly and respectfully replied, “Yes, Princess!”

She paused, then a hint of caution flashed in her eyes, and she continued in a low voice, “Lan’er also secretly bribed a few maids, and they witnessed some things firsthand.”

The Princess’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with doubt. Just then, the scene shifted, switching to the Wen Family’s estate.

The Wen Family, as imperial relatives, was adorned with lanterns and streamers, hosting a grand banquet, making a big show of receiving the various State Dukes of the Eastern Region.

The atmosphere on site seemed lively, with everyone exchanging pleasantries and toasts, but beneath this superficial splendor, a subtle, indescribable strangeness lurked.

Such a grand display was truly perplexing, seemingly hiding an unspeakable secret behind it.

“Lan’er, for now, pretend you don’t know about this. Let me ponder it further.”

Princess Xingyue said softly, her beautiful eyes, like autumn waters, instantly flickering with complex and indiscernible emotions—a mix of worry, contemplation, and perhaps a hint of disappointment.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing into the distance, gently biting her lower lip, a faint wisp of melancholy lingering around her.

Clearly, Princess Xingyue was weighing something, her heart filled with entanglement and struggle.

“Yes, Princess!”

The next moment, the scene abruptly shifted from the luxurious, exquisitely decorated room to an entirely unfamiliar space.

The room presented a shocking sight upon entry; on the floor, many arbitrarily torn pieces of clothing were scattered in disarray.

Moving forward, a wide bed entered the view, on which a woman lay barely clothed.

Her skin was as white as snow, but at this moment, it was covered with dense, purplish-red wounds.

These crisscrossing marks looked as if she had been brutally slashed repeatedly by countless Sharp Weapons.

Every wound on her tender body seemed to silently convey the unimaginable torment she had just endured.

Just then, a tall, upright man stood before the bed, dressed in a moon-white long robe.

His face had distinct contours, his brows and eyes exuded an innate handsomeness, and his every movement should have carried a gentle and refined demeanor.

However, at this moment, the refined man’s brows and eyes were filled with ferocity and brutality, forming an extremely eerie contrast with his appearance.

“ 贱婢 (Jianbi)!”

He suddenly roared, his voice sharp and piercing, completely devoid of his usual cultured manner.

“You wretched woman, how dare you threaten this 駙馬 (fùmǎ) with the Princess? You are seeking death!”

This roar was accompanied by a chilling malevolence, shaking dust from the rafters.

The level of brutality was enough to make anyone shudder.

“Come in. This woman bores this 驸馬 (fùmǎ); she’s yours to deal with.”

The refined man looked at the woman on the bed with disdain and waved his hand casually.

At this command, a flurry of footsteps instantly echoed from behind the closed door.

More than a dozen tall, muscular giants rushed in like wolves and tigers.

They exuded a crude Aura, completely out of place with the room’s atmosphere.

“Thank you, 駙馬 (fùmǎ)!”

The leading big man was all smiles, his grin exceedingly fawning, his features almost squeezed together.

In this serious yet cruel scene, it appeared particularly comical.

With that, the big man eagerly strode towards the bed.

His hands moved up and down incessantly, frantically stripping off his clothes.

In the big man’s eyes, greed and fervor intertwined, as if he wanted to devour the beautiful woman on the bed whole.

The woman on the bed was Xu Zhilan, Princess Xingyue’s personal maid.

She was exceptionally beautiful, one of the most stunning women in the Wen Family mansion.

Normally, the big man could only secretly covet her beauty from the shadows, that longing suppressed deep in his heart, burning like a small, hidden flame.

Who would have thought that fate would be so absurd, that the big man’s dream would come true today.

He actually had the chance to defile this longed-for beauty. The big man was ecstatic, his steps growing more urgent, and the expression on his face becoming more distorted.

Meanwhile, the refined man, with a playful smile on his lips, strolled to a nearby chair and leisurely sat down.

He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on the movements on the bed, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

This damned 贱婢 (jianbi) had repeatedly complained about him to the Princess.

Today, this 驸馬 (fùmǎ) would let this 贱婢 (jianbi) know who her true master was.

Not long after, only a loud bang was heard, and outside the room, a dazzling dark black Gale Force, like an enraged Dragon, roared forth.

It suddenly burst through the room with a crash. In an instant, the walls and roof shattered into countless fragments, scattering outwards like cannonballs.

As the walls around the room collapsed, the scene inside was exposed without reservation to the air.

“Lan’er!”

A cry of extreme sorrow echoed through the scene, the voice filled with endless pain and anger.

Immediately after, a piercing, sharp voice rang out, as if to shatter the heavens and earth: “Wen Mo Chen, you deserve to die!”

At the same time, accompanying these two angry shouts from the newcomer, a profound light shimmered in mid-air.

“Xuantian Hairpin!” As these three words were uttered, the profound light that had enveloped the mid-air slowly receded like light smoke, revealing a small, exquisite artifact.

It was a dark black bronze hairpin with smooth lines, engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns.

Under the sunlight, it shimmered with an ancient and cold luster.

The person who arrived soaring through the air had a light, swallow-like figure, her robes fluttering in the wind.

Her dark hair danced with the breeze, and her exquisite face was covered in frost.

She was Princess Xingyue.

At this moment, Princess Xingyue’s eyes were wide, burning with raging fury, staring intently at Wen Mo Chen inside the room, as if she wanted to tear him into a thousand pieces.

In her hand, she tightly gripped the “Xuantian Hairpin,” which glowed brightly, seemingly echoing its owner’s boundless rage.

This hairpin was no ordinary item; it was a seven-pattern Moon Artifact specially bestowed upon Princess Xingyue by the late emperor for her protection.

The Void Realm around Princess Xingyue rippled violently, like boiling water, sending out terrifying waves.

In the blink of an eye, a surging, dark black Gale Force emerged from the Void Realm.

Then, the dark black Gale Force, imbued with the Origin power contained within the Xuantian Hairpin,

slammed towards the astonished Wen Mo Chen with world-destroying force.

The Aura was as if it intended to completely pulverize Wen Mo Chen, leaving not even a speck of ash.

Wen Mo Chen’s eyes were wide, staring fixedly at the incoming attack, which carried a world-destroying force, his face filled with terror and despair.

At this moment, his entire body trembled uncontrollably, his legs weak, almost unable to stand steadily.

Wen Mo Chen’s heart was filled with endless fear; he couldn’t even muster a thought of resistance, only able to watch as the terrifying power approached him.

Princess Xingyue was an Outer Strength Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist, while he was merely a small Inner Qi Realm Martial Artist. How could he withstand this terrifying blow?

However, that dark black Gale Force, imbued with boundless rage and immense power,

at the very instant it was about to touch Wen Mo Chen, it was instantly erased like a bubble by an invisible and mysterious force, vanishing without a trace.

In an instant, Princess Xingyue’s delicate body trembled, as if she had sensed something terrifying, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as she looked into the distance.

Immediately after, an overwhelming force, like a surging tide, violently struck Princess Xingyue’s body.

With a muffled thud, she collapsed heavily to the ground like a broken-winged bird, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Damn it!”

Wen Mo Chen regained his senses, a surge of courage welling up from his heart, and he instantly erupted like a madman.

“You actually dare to kill me for a 贱婢 (jianbi)!” With that, Wen Mo Chen channeled all his Inner Energy and pounced on the fallen Princess Xingyue like a hungry tiger.

Wen Mo Chen’s hands were like pincers, gripping her limbs tightly. With a twist, several crisp “cracks” were heard, and Princess Xingyue’s limbs were brutally broken in an instant.

After he finished, Wen Mo Chen did not stop. He circulated his Inner Energy, concentrating it in his palm.

His palm glowed with a faint white light, and he mercilessly slapped towards Princess Xingyue’s chest, attempting to kill her to vent his hatred.

Just as Wen Mo Chen’s palm was about to strike Princess Xingyue’s chest in the nick of time—

A figure slowly emerged. It was a hunched old man, his body stooped, his back like a bow, yet possessing an inherent dignified Aura.

The newcomer took slow but steady steps, softly calling out, “Xiao Chen!”

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry some invisible power, causing Wen Mo Chen’s murderous palm to stop abruptly in mid-air.

When Wen Mo Chen’s gaze met the old man, his eyes suddenly widened like copper bells.

His raging anger, which had been burning fiercely just moments before, instantly dissipated as if doused with cold water, vanishing without a trace.

Wen Mo Chen’s hands unconsciously trembled, and the ferocious expression on his face quickly faded, replaced by deep fear.

“Old Ancestor!”

Wen Mo Chen’s Old Ancestor was naturally the Wen Family Old Ancestor, Duke Rong, Wen Fengyuan!

Wen Fengyuan’s expression was indifferent, his lips tightly sealed, only his eyes suddenly narrowed.

The next instant, the surrounding Void Realm, like a shattered mirror, collapsed and twisted with a roar.

Everyone present, except Princess Xingyue and Wen Mo Chen—

The other dozen or so burly guards, along with the faint-breathed Xu Zhilan, didn’t even have time to let out a scream.

Under the crushing force of this terrifying heavenly power, they instantly exploded into a thick mist of blood, scattering into the invisible air... The scene abruptly ended!

Lu Xuan had not yet made a move, but Mu Yun, beside him, had, at some unknown moment, steadily held a golden bronze mirror in his hand.

Then, Mu Yun bowed slightly and respectfully said, “Lord Lu, the shadow recording mirror has captured all the scenes.”

This golden bronze mirror was an extremely special six-pattern Star-grade sacrificial artifact, capable of capturing all phenomena in the world.

No matter what the scene, it could capture everything into the mirror.

However, the images stored in the shadow recording mirror could only be retained for three months.

This shadow recording mirror was something that Lord Purple Yao temporarily gave to Mu Yun.

Its purpose was to record some important matters in the mirror.