Transcending the Nine Heavens

Lan Muxue urgently said, "Senior, please do not believe this villain's slander. How could I, Lan Muxue, do such a thing?"

Feng Yuru looked at him coldly, "Perhaps others can deceive me, but this senior, without a doubt, would never lie to me!"

Upon hearing "this senior," Lan Muxue's expression changed drastically.

Who could be worthy of being called a senior by Fengyue?

Who could Fengyue trust so much?

Lan Muxue racked his brain, unable to comprehend that such a person could exist in this world!

Feng Yuru paid no attention to him and raised her voice, "Senior, may I ask if my disciple Qianqian is safe? With you watching over her, I believe my disciple has already received your kindness."

Outside, Zixie Qing coldly replied, "Do you think that if I were to take action, I would still come to inform you? Even if your disciple is killed and defiled, it would merely serve as a lesson for you! This is the bitter fruit born from your own actions, and it has nothing to do with anyone else! You and your wife pride yourselves on being sincere, but look at the company you keep; they are nothing but lowlifes!"

Feng Yuru's face turned pale, her body swayed as she said grimly, "Qianqian..."

Suddenly, in a fit of rage, she turned around, and the white shadow struck Lan Muxue several times across the face, each slap heavy and forceful.

Lan Muxue could have defended himself, but at this moment, he had no strength to resist.

Resistance was futile. He was already far from being a match for Feng Yuru; making a move now would only deepen the enmity between them.

The Lan Family might not have been wiped out by the nine calamity sword master, but they were already being destroyed by Fengyue…

After the slaps, Feng Yuru pointed angrily and said, "Lan Muxue, I never expected your Lan Family to use such cunning schemes against our matriarch, to harm us like this! Haha, very good, Lan Muxue… I have finally seen through you and your Lan Family! Let me tell you, if anything happens to my disciple tonight, not a single member of the Lan Family will survive, not even an ant!"

After saying that, without pausing, Feng Yuru hurriedly flew away, vanishing in an instant.

At that moment, the distant sound of battle grew louder, the commotion resembling the clash of tens of thousands of people fighting, shaking the ground.

Lan Muxue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; he didn't have time to feel resentment, nor could he feel shame! All that remained in his heart was fear! And confusion!

He couldn't fathom how such an important, meticulously planned matter could be so quickly exposed? If things continued like this, not only would the Ye Family be in trouble, but the other families would suffer as well, while his own family could have furthered their friendship with Fengyue.

How did things suddenly take a turn for the worse?

He hurriedly flew away, with only one thought in mind: Hopefully, those little bastards wouldn’t act so quickly. Otherwise… the Lan Family would truly be finished…

He almost used all his strength to rush back.

Hopefully, I still have time to stop it... Sigh!

But he soon realized a terrifying fact: he had already exerted his maximum strength, even digging deep into his potential. At this speed, he should be able to reach his destination in just a few breaths.

Yet he was horrified to find that his seemingly swift speed was merely treading in place!

After running for so long, he discovered that he was just flailing his arms in the air above the window, mimicking a running posture… but he hadn’t moved an inch.

What was going on?

Lan Muxue had never experienced such a terrifying scene in his life. Such a bizarre occurrence was something he couldn’t even dream about!

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Who is it?”

A cold voice floated from in front of him, "It's me."

Lan Muxue looked up and saw a woman dressed in white with her face veiled, floating in the air, quietly standing before him. Her cold eyes looked at him with a hint of mockery, "Don’t run; it's useless."