Chapter 51: Weren’t You Looking For Me?

The old man was about to strike Luo Beiyu with his sword a second time when suddenly…

From a distant direction came the melodious and pleasing sound of zither music.

The melody was so beautiful and pleasant that all the people present, including the old man in yellow, his people, Gong Qianteng, as well as his guards and maids, looked intoxicated.

The old man in yellow was startled as he realized something was wrong and tried to come to his senses.

But his mind was immediately forcibly attracted by the music, and his horse-like, long, skinny face appeared intoxicated again.

Before everyone realized it, the music suddenly turned from melodious and beautiful to excited and solemn.

In the meantime, suddenly, one of the guards picked up his knife and slashed his companion violently.

Blood splattered!

“Kill you! I’ll kill you!” Roars of rage arose from the crowd.

There was a grim and twisted expression on each person’s face. They seemed to be possessed and desperate to hurt the people around them.

When warm blood splattered onto his face, the old man in yellow was suddenly restored to reason.

“Stop it all—!” He let out an angry roar containing Sky Level Mystic power.

It instantly interrupted the music and made the mad crowd stop fighting.

There was a blank look on everyone’s faces, as if they didn’t realize what they had just done.

The old man in yellow had a serious look on his face as he looked in the direction of the music and said coldly, “Is that disciple from Fanmusic Palace? They’re so well versed in melodic attacks, but I wonder why they’re attacking our Jinhong School?”

Fanmusic Palace was the only sect on Yanwu Continent that majored in musician cultivation.

Since the sound wave attack was so powerful, the old man in yellow assumed they were from Fanmusic Palace.

Moments later, the figure of a young girl in white slowly emerged from the mist nearby.

In her left hand, she was holding an unimpressive ancient zither, and her right hand was holding a jade-like young child with her clothes still stained with blood.

The girl obviously wasn’t wearing any makeup and her clothes were messy, but when she lifted her snow-white, pure face, she unconsciously attracted everyone’s attention and made them even forget to breathe.

A faint smile curled up on Muyan’s mouth. “Weren’t you looking for me?”

The old man in yellow narrowed his pupils sharply. His eyes then shifted from Muyan’s face to Xiaobao’s as an obvious murderous intention flashed across.

Was this the youngest Sky-Level warrior whom the sect master had so earnestly told him to get rid of?

When Gong Qianxue’s people arrived at the cliff that day, they didn’t find anything, not even a drop of blood.

Later, Gong Qianxue heard it was a four-or-five-year-old child who had defeated Gong Qianteng. Gong Qianxue immediately assumed he was that boy who stole her saint beast egg.

But because Gong Qianxue had something else to do and had to leave, she ordered the old man in yellow to follow Gong Qianteng, saying that she was going to take revenge for him, but her real purpose was to find the mother and son, kill them, and seize the saint beast egg.

As soon as Gong Qianteng saw Muyan and Xiaobao, he screamed sharply, “B*tch, b*tch! You hurt me! Take her, take her and her little b*stard. I’m going to kill him…”

Before Gong Qianteng could finish speaking, though, Muyan plucked a string lightly.

Then suddenly, his movements paused when he opened his mouth wide to curse, and his face twisted violently.

On top of that, there was a splatting noise and something red fell out of his mouth and onto the ground.

At the same time, blood, a lot of blood gushed out of Gong Qianteng’s mouth.