Chapter 1145 - 230: The Mu Clan—A World Apart

Chapter 1145: Chapter 230: The Mu Clan—A World Apart

On the second day, as the sky began to lighten, Mu Qingge and the others left.

"Qingge, what are you thinking about?"

On Xiaocai’s back, Yin Chen looked at the silent Mu Qingge.

When Yin Chen asked, Hou also glanced at Mu Qingge.

Last night, the words spoken by Long Sheng seemed like jokes to everyone initially, but Mu Qingge grew increasingly silent, as if immersed in her own thoughts.

"Not thinking about anything," Mu Qingge replied blandly.

However, everyone knew that her answer was extremely perfunctory.

Long Sheng and Xuxu did not follow them; everyone makes different choices, leading to different fates, so Mu Qingge neither forced nor interfered.

Xiaocai headed towards Chao Lu. Mu Qingge sat cross-legged at its neck, her demeanor quietly intimidating.

Hou looked at her back and said, "You don’t have to take that old man’s words seriously."

Mu Qingge pressed her lips together.

Long Sheng said he observed the stars last night and found a threat to an Emperor Star’s fall, indicating that the star seems linked to her fortune. The Emperor Star represents a figure wielding power under this land and sky.

Being linked to her fortune implies a close connection between her and this figure.

Few people wield power and have a relationship with her. The first person that came to Mu Qingge’s mind after Long Sheng spoke was Si Mo, who was in seclusion seeking the final step.

Is it Si Mo?

Does this Emperor Star represent Si Mo?

Si Mo’s Life and Death Tribulation had always been a thorn in Mu Qingge’s throat. Long Sheng’s words immediately linked the two, and her mind became somewhat troubled.

"Yin Chen," Mu Qingge suddenly spoke.

Yin Chen lifted his gaze to her, waiting for her instructions.

Mu Qingge said solemnly, "Find a way to quickly contact Bai Shi; I want to know the situation there. Ideally, have either Gu Ye or Gu Ya come to see me."

"Alright," Yin Chen nodded.

Mu Qingge’s heart was vaguely tensed, feeling that she needed to do something to calm her inner unease.

...

Xiaocai landed outside Chao Lu City.

This was a city of mortals; being too conspicuous could attract attention.

Mo Yang was still the one to greet Mu Qingge and the others.

Mo Yang drove a carriage resembling that of Linchuan Mu Mansion.

Getting into the carriage, Mo Yang steered the unicorn towards Wind Night Crossing, while reporting to Mu Qingge. "Knowing the Little Lord is returning, key figures from various regions have arrived in Chao Lu City to wait. The crucial intelligence of these years has been sorted and placed in the hidden compartment of the carriage for the Little Lord to review."

Mu Qingge reached out, opened the hidden compartment, and took out the neatly arranged intelligence, quickly reading through it to understand what had transpired in the time she was absent for over ten years.

In these ten-plus years, Wind Night Crossing from Four Seas Divine Land had successfully infiltrated various layers in Divine Land.

Though not extraordinarily powerful, any movement in Four Seas Divine Land could no longer escape the eyes of Wind Night Crossing’s agents.

Mu Qingge’s intelligence network was fully mature!

In addition, the intelligence focused significantly on the situation in West Divine Land.

After reading, Mu Qingge burned the intelligence.

As the ashes fell, she asked, "How are the Mu Clan remnants?"

"They have adapted to life on the surface and can now cooperate with Wind Night Crossing’s operations," Mo Yang replied.

Mu Qingge nodded almost imperceptibly.

The Mu Clan remnants, hiding in caves to evade capture and slaughter, had now re-adapted to life under the sun, marking a change.

Only when one regains courage can one pick up weapons and step onto the battlefield.

Otherwise, it’s best not to add chaos!

Mu Qingge lazily reclined in the carriage, closing her eyes to rest. Her brows carried a faint trace of fatigue.

Over these past ten years, though seemingly spent in cultivation, in truth, whether cultivating or battling, she was always on edge, never relaxing for even a moment.

Such a life made her heart-wrenching to behold.

In the carriage, Yin Chen and Hou quietly remained silent, unwilling to disturb Mu Qingge’s rest.

Mo Yang turned his gaze to her, silently turned back, and steadied the carriage. All matters were borne by Mu Qingge herself, making her tired and weary.

In a daze, Mu Qingge seemed to dream.

She returned to the Middle Ancient Realm, then to Linchuan, seeing familiar scenes and people.

In the dream, she was unsure whether what she saw was real or not. Rationality told her she remained in Divine Demon Continent, far from the Middle Ancient Realm, even further from Linchuan Realm.

However, she self-convincingly said, ’I am already High Rank in the Saint Realm, possessing the ability to tear space, so I can return.’

She saw Luoxing City, Bitter Sea, Luodu, the Mu Family Army’s drill ground, and the Mu Mansion.

She stood before the Mu Mansion, about to enter to see her family when the scene suddenly changed, as if she fell into a massive, unfathomable black chasm.

"Ge’er... Ge’er... Ge’er..."

Familiar calls lingered around Mu Qingge’s ears.

Mu Qingge looked everywhere, murmuring, "Amo!"

Suddenly, she felt a cold wind sweep past, quickly turning her gaze to see Si Mo in a mystic robe, covered in blood, falling into an abyss. His hand reached out, his handsome face filled with helplessness and reluctance.

His hands were stained with blood, seemingly trying to grasp Mu Qingge, yet unable to catch anything.

"Ge’er, save me——!"

The mournful cries jolted Mu Qingge awake from the dream. The sound of her heart pounding seemed to echo loudly, her back soaked with cold sweat.

"Young Master!" Xuan Ya’s voice sounded in reality.

Mu Qingge tightened her features, pressing her lips together, recovering from the cold suffocating feeling, endless fear, and heartache. Her face was pale as she looked around, remembering she was in Chao Lu City, in her room at Wind Night Crossing.

Xuan Ya stood worriedly by the bedside, watching her.

"I’m alright." Mu Qingge threw back the covers and stood up from the bed. Her temple was slightly damp, showing the dream’s deep impact.

As they say, what you think about by day, you dream about by night, this must be it.

Wiping her face, Mu Qingge asked, "Where are they?"

Xuan Ya naturally knew whom she referred to, immediately nodded, "They are all in the underground palace, waiting for the Young Master."

Mu Qingge nodded almost imperceptibly and walked toward the underground palace.

Xuan Ya followed closely, mentally noting, "The Young Master’s cultivation has become increasingly unfathomable."

In the underground palace, the room was full of people, but unlike before, their spines were straighter, and determination filled their eyes.

Xu Xiu and the High Priest were present, and Mo Yang, Yin Chen, Hou, even Mu Feng and Song Tianji had returned.