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yful, and the two of them had a relationship for a while.But she was obviously just playing for thrills, not out of genuine same-sex love.And she even hooked up with Lao Qi, that weak and spineless li...A burst of chaotic sounds erupted from the basement, a cacophony of clashing weapons and terrified screams.

Jiang Qiyun only casually invoked a Yang Lei Jue, and he had such power. Compared to that, my double-handed grasp of the Lei Ju couldn't even break through a door panel.

A plump woman in a Daoist robe ran out first. My brother, caught off guard, swung a folding stool and smashed it right onto her head, sending her tumbling down the stairs.

"The two murderers, don't you dare run! This village belongs to the Mu family. You killed Miss Mu and think you can escape " My brother held up a stool, sneered at the two middle-aged women.

“Who dares to interrupt my ritual! The Tong Xuan Society is not to be trifled with!” The middle-aged, plump woman in the Taoist robes had blood running from her nose. She wiped it fiercely and pointed at us, spitting out a threat.

My brother stepped on the banister and shouted, “You two gossips, you dare to cast spells and harm people under Mu Family’s noses Come up here, let me see what you are made of! What kind of a pathetic Arcane Association is this I've never even heard of it!”

My brother has always been bold and reckless. He could easily handle two middle-aged women, let alone with Jiang Qiyun around now, he's even more fearless.

Mu Yunliang's mother clutched a sharp knife and shouted at my brother, "You little brat, you bully our Yunliang just because you are the eldest son and grandson. You don't even put our elders in your eyes! Tonight, you won't be able to leave this house!"

"Oh my God, which eye did you see me bullying your son You crazy b**** For your son, you even don't want your own husband anymore Look what kind of pervert you raised! Heaven spares no one... Mu Yunliang's end was to be reduced to ashes. Don't waste your time trying to summon him, he won't come back!"

My brother ruthlessly provoked Mu Yunliang's mother. She clutched her head and shrieked, waving a sharp knife wildly, seeing anyone as an enemy.

Her spirit was already a bit abnormal, even the plump woman beside her didn't dare to approach her, constantly dissuading her: "Sister, sister, don't panic! Our Xuanhui—"

With a loud “pop,” the lights in the upstairs living room flickered on. The three grandfathers, along with their posse of descendants, burst into the room, their faces etched with fear and anger. Seeing their scheme exposed, Mu Yunliang's mother brandished her bone-carving knife, wildly slashing at them, leaving several people with wounded arms.

My brother picked up a folding chair and threw it at her, hitting her hand. She was immediately pinned down by several other sons of the third master.

Grandfather Three roared with anger, "You dare kill my son! You—"

Mu Yunliang's mother roared, "Kill your son So what! My son was killed! My son, your grandson, was murdered by your family's house demon! You old fool, you don't even dare to fart!"

Grandfather Three's face was full of pain. He probably wants to get me in trouble too, right But because of Grandfather One's intimidating authority, he doesn't dare say a word.

This is a real mess. When Mu Yunliang died, only my brother and I were nearby. We can't escape the resentment of his family no matter what we do.

I couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. Jiang Qiyun glanced at me and, turning back, took my wrist in his hand. "Come on," he said, "these mundane matters are none of your concern."

I followed him into the courtyard. Grandpa was sitting in a rocking chair, waiting for the two women to be brought out.

That middle-aged, plump woman in the Daoist robes was Mu Yunliang's mother's family relative. She claimed to be a member of the Tongxuan Society. The grandfather asked indifferently, "What is the Tongxuan Society"

"No, it's not an object!" Nakun roared, "Our Tong Xuan Hui—"

My brother scoffed, "Not a thing Then you have the nerve to speak Looking at what you just said about soul-seizing and merging, are you from the Maoshan sect Or are you putting a scallion up your nose trying to pretend"

Among the current Taoist schools, Maoshan, Lingbao, and Qingwei belong to the Zhengyi school. The Zhengyi school is also commonly known as Tianshi Dao. Among them, the famous Fu Lu San Shan (Three Mountains of Talisman and Seal) are Longhushan, Maoshan, and Geshaozhan.

Maoshan Taoism is renowned throughout the mountains and valleys. Of course, with great fame comes notoriety, as there are many deceitful charlatans who have tarnished its reputation. Moreover, some unscrupulous individuals have used Maoshan Taoism for evil purposes, damaging the reputation of many schools and lineages.

This plump woman in a Daoist robe stammered for a long time and couldn't tell us her sect, but she repeatedly emphasized that she was from the Tongxuan Hui, and kept making threats, as if the Tongxuan Hui were a very powerful organization, trying to intimidate our family.

It's a pity, my grandfather isn't afraid of mortals at all.

I saw the entire village had hung a red lantern in each home as a warning.

The village committee's side also lit up, security personnel sealed off the road, and the villagers surrounded the building.

In such a remote village, the patriarch of a prominent family held absolute power. The grandfather leaned over to my grandfather and asked, “Have you ever heard of a Mystic Assembly”

The grandfather respectfully bowed and said, "It seems to be an organization, probably with disciples from all schools and sects. They band together for their own benefit, helping each other during their activities in various places, and some people even entrust them with tasks."

Grandpa nodded. He turned his head to look at me, and my posture must have seemed odd to others – leaning against Jiang Qiyun like this.

"Xiao Qiao," Grandpa asked me, "Have you been hurt"

I shook my head, not a scratch on me.

"Yun Fan, what do you think we should do" My grandfather intended for my older brother to make the decision.

My brother was taken aback for a moment. He also understood that this wasn't the time to joke around. He stared intently at the middle-aged woman and asked, "What is your name"

"...Liu Chunhua."

"Dao and vulgarity, which category are you in"

Liu Chunhua gritted her teeth and replied, “…… Commonplace. Wearing a Daoist robe is just for performing rituals.”

“So, this Tongxuan Hui must have a gathering place, right Where's your lair” My brother kept asking, hitting her leg with his stick: “Generally speaking, idiots who cause trouble in the village deserve to have a leg broken before being thrown out... but I'm a civilized person. Just answer my questions properly, and I'll let you crawl out with all your limbs intact.”

This Liu Chunhua was beaten in the nose by my brother, her face was covered in blood, she looked at my brother a little scared and said: "We have connections all over the place, the nearest incense hall to here is Yu Ning Guan on Baotashan."

My brother stood up and addressed the grandfather, "Have a few young men from our clan take her away and hand her over to the person in charge there. Give them a verbal warning and see what this Mysterious Gathering is all about."

The old man nodded and said in a flat tone, "You call the shots."

The moment he uttered those words, my grandfather and the others' faces darkened, their gazes fixed sharply on my brother.

This obvious favoritism left these elderly men feeling humiliated.

They are the old master's own sons, for the sake of family property they dare not leave their ancestral home, and serve the old master day and night, attending to him morning and evening. Who would have thought that the old master completely ignored them!

My grandfather looked at me and Yun Fan, his expression complicated...'s because it's fun. Who told her she always wants me to call her 'little mistress'" Mu Wanchen lowered his head and smiled softly."Then you'll bully me too, huh" I thought to myself, who bullied who...