162: Chapter 162 A family like this is not worth my service.

Murong Bo had always enjoyed scheming and calculating, always trying to guess others' intentions. Any action directed against the Murong Family, he was convinced, was manipulated by the Imperial Court from behind the scenes.

In his view, the one directing this operation that led to the Murong Family's decline was definitely not the Jing State Dukes Residence, but the Imperial Court. "A mere Dukes Residence is not worthy of being an opponent to our Murong Family!"

"But Old Family Head..." Gongzhi Qian was about to speak when Murong Bo interrupted him.

"There is no 'but'! As long as I am alive, the Murong Family has not completely declined!"

Murong Bo's gaze swept over the three men. He knew clearly that the death of Bao Butong had already caused them to feel dissatisfied with the Murong Family.

He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a degree of sincerity: "I have been running around outside these years and have accumulated some influence, but in terms of loyalty, it is far inferior to these four families from Suzhou. Moreover, after experiencing this disaster, the Murong Family can see people's hearts more clearly—as long as you are still here, there will always be a day when we can rally again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Bo seemed to have made up his mind and suddenly declared, "This child, Murong Fu, is truly incompetent. Not only did he mistake an enemy for a father, but he also killed Brother Bao. I have wronged you all, and today I will kill him to atone for Brother Bao's death!"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his hand and unleashed the Canhe Finger. The finger force shot through the air, its power great enough to pierce through metal and stone.

"Old Sir, you cannot do this!" Before the exclamations of Deng Baichuan and the other two had faded, Murong Fu was struck in a vital spot by this finger strike and died instantly.

Murong Bo's expression was complex, but he secretly thought, "Fu'er, do not blame your father. You were already crippled; trading your life for the Murong Family's ancestral inheritance is a worthwhile transaction."

Deng Baichuan and the other two were stunned. They never expected that Murong Fu would ultimately die at the hands of his own father.

Murong Bo turned his head to look at the three men, showing an expression of remorse, and sighed deeply with emotion: "I gave birth to such a son; I have no face to meet the ancestors of the Murong Family."

Just then, a burst of cheering suddenly came from outside the house: "Too wonderful! Truly too wonderful!"

"Who is it?!" Murong Bo leaped up fiercely, instantly releasing his True Qi of the Innate Realm. The rafters and tiles on the roof immediately shattered.

His figure flashed, and he landed steadily on the roof.

Deng Baichuan and the other two quickly circulated their Qi and hurried outside the house.

Under the moonlight, a handsome Young Master stood in the center of the courtyard, accompanied by two extremely beautiful women. One of the women had lively eyes, appearing radiant with every glance up or turn of her head.

"Zhao Fangcai!" Deng Baichuan recognized the person at a glance, immediately drawing his sword and pointing the tip directly at the other party.

Murong Bo's eyes revealed a fierce glare as he stared intently at Zhao Fangcai, roaring sternly, "You wretched boy! It was you who caused the death of my son!"

The Yi Yin Manor was shrouded in a thin, gauze-like mist. In the pitch-black night, the brilliant stars and the pure white moon hung quietly, casting a cool radiance over every corner of the courtyard.

The night wind carried a bone-chilling coldness, and after brushing past the face, it left behind an unshakeable coolness that made people involuntarily shrink their necks.

Murong Bo wore a set of black robes, the corners of which fluttered slightly in the night breeze. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, fixed tightly on the man and woman opposite him, with a trace of imperceptible seriousness hidden deep within his eyes.

The man opposite wore a set of exquisitely crafted and extremely luxurious long robes. His appearance was stunningly handsome, his figure tall and slender, and his brow conveyed a heroic temperament, making the entire person appear very imposing and elegant.

When the three words "Zhao Fangcai" reached his ears, a huge wave immediately surged in Murong Bo's heart, and scenes from the past flashed rapidly through his mind.

Could it really be him?

Was the person who destroyed his homeland back then truly him?

Was it him who caused the Murong Family to decline from that point forward, with Family members either dying tragically or wandering everywhere, never again having the scene of the whole Family gathered together?

The former prosperity of the Murong Family was long gone; now only a gradually decaying appearance remained, and even his own son, Murong Fu, was long dead...

These thoughts were like sharp knives, fiercely stabbing Murong Bo's heart, causing his anger to surge instantly. Even the hair on his forehead was slightly raised due to the emotional agitation.

"Old Master Murong is truly good at twisting facts! The person who killed Young Master Murong back then was not you yourself, Old Master?" Zhao Fangcai's voice was calm and steady, yet it carried a power that made it impossible to refute.

Murong Bo let out a cold snort, his tone full of disdain and anger: "It was clearly you who meticulously planned and schemed, and my son was careless for a moment, allowing you to harm him! I will settle this score with you clearly today!"

"Young Master Murong attacked me first at that time. Should I have just not resisted and let him handle me, treating him politely?" Zhao Fangcai gently shook his head, a trace of mockery in his eyes. "Don't try to throw dirty water on me; such petty tricks won't fool anyone."

Seeing Murong Bo's agitated, angry, and utterly wretched appearance at this moment, Zhao Fangcai paid no attention at all. He turned his head to look at Deng Baichuan beside him and asked in a gentle tone, "Mr. Deng, the events that just happened, you all saw them with your own eyes, right?"

"This..." Deng Baichuan and the other two looked at each other, unsure how to answer for a moment, their faces full of troubled expressions.

Murong Bo swept a cold glance over them, and the chill in his eyes made the three of them involuntarily shiver.

He had only been back at the Manor for a short while when people from the Jing State Dukes Residence came looking for him. It seemed that among the Four Great Manors, someone had secretly defected to the other side, which made him even more dissatisfied.

"It is often said that even the most vicious tiger will not eat its own cubs. Village Master Deng, think about it: if this old fellow Murong could be so cruel as to kill his own biological son today, perhaps tomorrow he might turn on you!"

Zhao Fangcai's voice remained gentle, but falling into the ears of Deng Baichuan and the other two, it was like an icy cold wind, sending shivers through their hearts.

They knew clearly that Bao Butong was already dead, and this matter alone had caused them to lose hope in the Murong Family.

Now, Murong Bo had killed Murong Fu right in front of them and even wanted to drag them in to share the responsibility. Such behavior completely chilled them to the bone.

In fact, if Murong Bo could have properly appeased them, reasoned with them, and moved them with true feeling, perhaps there would still have been a chance to make them change their minds and continue staying with the Murong Family.

But Zhao Fangcai had to speak up at this moment, interrupting his plan, and while threatening, he was also tempting, completely failing to consider that doing so would only achieve the opposite effect, making the three of them resist even more.

Feng Boe's expression turned extremely ugly. He suddenly spoke up and said, "What you said is absolutely right! Murong Fu and Murong Bo are fundamentally the same kind of people; neither of them is a good thing!"

In the Four Great Manors, Feng Boe had the best relationship with Bao Butong, and he himself had a straightforward personality, unable to hide things in his heart. At this moment, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

What Zhao Fangcai said struck a chord with Feng Boe, instantly igniting his fury. He shouted loudly, "Anyway, I have made up my mind. I will never exert myself for the Murong Family again! A Family like this is simply not worth serving!"