Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years

The tenth floor of the Floating Dreams Pavilion was the most mysterious and prestigious place in the entire building.

At this moment, an old man was sitting in the center of the hall, his expression calm and his eyes as deep as an abyss.

Behind him was a tightly closed door, leading to a rarely opened private room, usually locked.

It was only opened when the Floating Dreams Pavilion entertained its most esteemed guests.

The existence of this private room symbolized the supreme status and hidden power of the Floating Dreams Pavilion.

Those who could enter it were all prominent and powerful figures within Mingxin Prefecture.

And now, the old man was stationed here, indicating that there was an extremely important guest inside the private room.

The old man's face was calm, but a hint of sharpness and depth flickered in his cloudy eyes.

His withered fingers gently tapped the armrest of the chair, creating a subtle and rhythmic sound, as if he were contemplating something.

The surrounding air seemed to become heavy due to his presence, and even time seemed to slow down.

Just then, a commotion faintly came from downstairs, and the old man's brow twitched slightly.

Then, the old man's gaze turned to the tightly closed door of the private room again.

"Strange! The Pavilion Master specifically instructed me to be stationed on the tenth floor these days, without leaving for even a moment."

The next moment, the old man frowned, his eyes full of doubt, and he murmured in a low voice, "How dare someone have the audacity to barge into this tenth floor?"

The old man's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable sense of majesty.

Clearly, this old man was no ordinary person, but the strongest expert in the Floating Dreams Pavilion.

A martial artist who had just entered the Inner Energy Realm!

In the entire Mingxin Prefecture, there were very few martial artists in the Inner Energy Realm, only a handful.

And the old man was one of them, a well-known figure in Mingxin Prefecture City.

Even the Prefect had to give him some respect!

The reason why the old man could be stationed in this Floating Dreams Pavilion was also because the Prefect used generous martial arts resources to attract him.

In an instant, Zhou Yue's figure appeared on the tenth floor like a ghost.

Zhou Yue and the old man in the center of the hall met eyes, his gaze filled with indifference.

At the same time, Mu Yun and the rest of the Blackbird Guards closely followed Zhou Yue's pace and quickly ascended to the tenth floor.

Zhou Yue parted his lips slightly and shouted coldly, "Get out!"

The voice seemed to be wrapped in icy air, causing the surrounding air to freeze for a moment.

After saying that, Zhou Yue acted as if he didn't see the old man, didn't even lift his eyelids, and strode towards the door of the private room.

At this moment, in Zhou Yue's heart, he only had one unwavering goal, which was to capture Wen Mocheng.

In his eyes, Wen Mocheng was undoubtedly his only hope in desperation, the life-saving straw that could pull him back from the endless abyss.

Therefore, no matter who dared to stand in his way today.

Kill!

Even if it was his own son, Zhou Yue would not hesitate to kill him.

It's him!

The Deputy Black Envoy of the Blackbird Guard, Zhou Yue!

A martial artist in the Lesser Completion of the Inner Energy Realm!

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, and the old man's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes full of panic.

His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Why would Zhou Yue suddenly appear here.

Confusion and doubt intertwined on the old man's face, leaving him at a loss.

Until Zhou Yue said the phrase "Get out of the way", it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the old man's heart hard, instantly waking him up from his shock.

The old man's face turned pale instantly, and the thousands of thoughts in his mind exploded.

He finally understood that Zhou Yue's visit was ill-intentioned and was aimed at that important figure!

Today, the Floating Dreams Pavilion welcomed its most distinguished guest - Wen Family's eldest son, the Imperial Son-in-Law, Wen Mocheng.

Zhou Yue, as the Deputy Envoy of the Blackbird Guard of Mingxin Prefecture, was now full of murderous intent, his eyes like sharp blades, and his whole body exuded a suffocating pressure.

Even a dull and ignorant person could detect the abnormality from Zhou Yue's cold expression.

"Yes, yes, yes, Lord Zhou is absolutely right."

The old man suddenly stood up from his chair, bowing and echoing, his voice filled with undisguised trembling.

"I'll get out of here right away!"

"Sorry, sorry to disturb you, my lords."

After saying that, the old man hurriedly retreated to the side, his footsteps staggering, making way to the private room, as if staying here for another moment would bring about a fatal disaster.

After apologizing in a low voice, the old man never dared to look up, as if he was afraid of meeting Zhou Yue and the others' eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's figure swayed, like a fleeting shadow, and flew away from Zhou Yue and his party, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Only the empty hall was left, filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

The Blackbird Guard and the Wen Family were at odds, and he was just a martial artist who had just entered the Inner Energy Realm.

His strength was probably less than an ant in the eyes of these two forces.

The old man knew this very well, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all, survival was the top priority.

Of the thirty-six strategies, running away was the best!

Thinking this way, the old man ran even more anxiously, and in an instant, he ran out of the Floating Dreams Pavilion, completely ignoring the strange gazes of the crowd next to him.

Inside the private room, the lights were brilliant, and cheers and laughter intertwined into a luxurious and extravagant melody.

Nightingale-like delicate voices echoed in the air, as if pulling people into a dreamlike illusion of revelry.

The man sitting in the very center was Wen Mocheng.

At this moment, Wen Mocheng, he was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, his expression lazy and unrestrained, with two beautiful women in his arms on both sides.

The women snuggled up to him, their eyes sparkling and their smiles radiant.

And Wen Mocheng's gaze was firmly locked in front, as if he was fascinated by something.

In front, eight dancers were dancing gracefully, their figures light and their clothes fluttering with their dance steps.

Every turn and every lift of the dancers' hands revealed an unspeakable grace.

On both sides, the sound of the zither was curling up, like a trickling stream, flowing into people's hearts.

The eight charming dancers, in this melodious music, danced even more nimbly.

Making the entire private room space seem to be shrouded in a layer of extravagant and enchanting mist, filled with an atmosphere of extravagance and decadence everywhere.

This private room was extremely spacious, occupying half the area of the tenth floor, enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

The surrounding decorations were luxurious, and the gilded and magnificent carved beams and painted pillars and the soft lighting complemented each other.

Looking around, the exquisite carvings and precious ornaments were all dazzling.

Compared with the slightly simple buildings below the tenth floor, this floor was like another world, just like the difference between heaven and earth.

However, just as Wen Mocheng was immersed in the rich fragrance surrounding him, enjoying the delicacies personally fed into his mouth by the jade hands of the beauties.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

The door of the private room was suddenly blasted open by a terrifying force, and the heavy door panel, like paper, instantly shattered into pieces.

The Wen Family guards guarding the door had not had time to react before they were slammed away by this force.

Several Wen Family guards' bodies, like kites with broken strings, quickly smashed into the distant wall.

After a deafening loud noise, the Wen Family guards, along with the door fragments, fell heavily to the ground.

A dazzling bloodstain was left on the wall, and the air in the private room was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this time, the cheers and laughter in the private room came to an abrupt end, the dancers stopped their movements in panic, and the music also stopped abruptly.

Wen Mocheng frowned, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, he slowly released the hand holding the beauty, his eyes shot towards the door like knives.

The entire private room fell into a dead silence, only the broken door panel wreckage and bloodstains on the wall remained.

"How dare you!"

Wen Mocheng snorted coldly, his voice as piercing as ice, and a hint of sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Who on earth is the bastard who dares to spoil this Imperial Son-in-Law's fun?"

Wen Mocheng's voice was not loud, but every word was like thunder, shaking the air in the entire private room, as if it had solidified.

The two servants standing next to Wen Mocheng were also furious at this time, and shouted sharply.

"Presumptuous!"

"Who is it!"

As soon as the words fell, the two Wen Family servants stepped out, their figures like iron towers, blocking in front of Wen Mocheng.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ book ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

The eyes of these two people slowly turned blood red, staring at the door with their eyes wide open, as if they were about to burst.

At the same time, their aura suddenly soared, and the qi and blood in their bodies surged out, faintly emitting a low roar.

A faint red light appeared on the surface of their skin, as if flames were burning in the blood, exuding a palpitating pressure.

Blood Refinement Realm Completion!

The two Wen Family servants were actually two martial artists in the Blood Refinement Realm Completion!

The dancers in the private room, as well as the beautiful women sitting next to Wen Mocheng, were already trembling with fear.

A group of them retreated to the corner, for fear of being involved in this sudden storm.

In an instant, the air was filled with tension and murderous aura, as if in the next moment, a shocking battle would break out.

At the door, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and five figures slowly appeared in front of Wen Mocheng.

The footsteps of these five people were steady, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

The person standing at the front, his face hidden in the shadows, only his eyes were as cold as cold stars, staring straight at Wen Mocheng, without fear.

"Zhou Yue, it's you!"

Wen Mocheng's gaze was stunned for a moment when he saw the face of the person who came.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth slowly raised a mocking smile, his voice carrying undisguised contempt and ridicule.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Wen Mocheng let out a low and cold laugh, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty and crazy light, as if he saw something extremely ridiculous.

"This Imperial Son-in-Law thought it was some ignorant guy?"

"It turns out to be you, you bastard dog."

Wen Mocheng exuded a palpitating pressure, which was the aura of a martial artist in the Inner Qi Completion.

For Zhou Yue's appearance, Wen Mocheng's heart was full of disdain and ridicule, and it seemed that this was just a farce.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

Wen Mocheng said while taking a step forward, his eyes piercing Zhou Yue like knives, his tone suddenly turning cold.

"Zhou Yue, are you out of your mind, you dare to disturb this Imperial Son-in-Law's fun?"

Wen Mocheng's anger and ridicule were intertwined, forming a suffocating pressure.

He originally thought that in this small Mingxin Prefecture, there would be someone who dared to come and cause trouble for him.

Either it was some crazy person who didn't know whether to live or die, or some enemy who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

But what Wen Mocheng never expected was that the person who came was Zhou Yue.

This Deputy Black Envoy of the Blackbird Guard who used to be servile and extremely flattering in front of him!

"Last time, when this Imperial Son-in-Law personally went to the Blackbird Guard Mansion in Mingxin Prefecture, you were kneeling on the ground wagging your tail like a dog."

Wen Mocheng's voice was cold and piercing, his tone carrying undisguised ridicule: "Why, did you eat the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard, or are you really crazy, you dare to touch this Imperial Son-in-Law's bad luck?"

These words were like sharp blades, piercing Zhou Yue's heart.

However, Zhou Yue did not show the panic or fear that he had expected, but instead sneered.

Zhou Yue looked at Wen Mocheng calmly, the corner of his mouth raised in a meaningful arc, and said very calmly.

"Wen Mocheng, don't you still naively think that the current Wen Family can still protect your dog's life?"

Zhou Yue paused slightly, a sense of revenge flashed in his eyes, "The person looking for you is not me."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yue's expression instantly switched, his face was full of flattery and flattery.

Zhou Yue's whole person seemed to be a few points shorter, and he hurriedly stepped aside, turned around and respectfully bowed to the old man behind him, and said loudly.

"Lord Deputy Division Master, this subordinate has not failed in his mission, Wen Mocheng is here."

When he saw Mu Yun's face, Wen Mocheng's face changed drastically, and his original arrogant and domineering expression instantly disintegrated and disappeared, and a trace of panic quietly climbed into his eyes.

Mu Yun!

It's this old guy!

Deputy Division Master of the Blackbird Guard!

Wen Mocheng, as the Imperial Son-in-Law of the Great Xia Dynasty, had naturally seen such terrifying figures as Mu Yun!

Could it be that that thing was discovered?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The matter of that slut, Princess Xingyue, the people who knew about it were either dead or silenced.

Wen Mocheng secretly gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the fear that was surging from the depths of his heart.

However, the chill of facing death still spread uncontrollably behind Wen Mocheng's back.

He stiffened the corners of his mouth, and it took a lot of effort to pull out a fake smile that was uglier than crying, barely to the extreme.

Wen Mocheng's voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling, but he pretended to be calm and spoke again.

"So it's Lord Mu Division Master, this Imperial Son-in-Law thought who it was, really didn't welcome you, please sit down, please sit down!"

Mu Yun just looked at Wen Mocheng indifferently, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Wen Mo Chen, there's no need."

"This Division Master has come here today only to invite you to stay in a certain place."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Wen Mo Chen's face slightly stiffened, but it quickly returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor.

He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of probing and flattery.

"Division Master Mu, this Imperial驸马 doesn't understand your meaning."

"Why don't you return to the Wen family with this Imperial驸马? Presumably, the Old Ancestor will also be very happy to see you, Division Master Mu."

Wen Mo Chen's words contained hidden meaning, both probing Mu Yun's intentions and hinting at the existence of the Wen family's Old Ancestor, attempting to deter the other party.

Mu Yun's aura suddenly changed, and his boundless and powerful Gang Yuan erupted instantly without reservation, like a surging tide, rolling and churning in the private room.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying Gang Yuan practice, so solid it was almost tangible, wrapped in a strand of irresistible divine power, went straight for Wen Mo Chen with the force of a thunderbolt.

In an instant!

Wen Mo Chen only felt a darkness before his eyes, and the world spun around him, completely overturning in that instant.

An irresistible and terrifying force brutally invaded his body.

Wherever Mu Yun's Gang Yuan reached, Wen Mo Chen's vitality was ruthlessly and completely annihilated.

My head, has it fallen off?

Am I dead?

Just as Wen Mo Chen completely lost consciousness, a light and fluttering sentence entered his ears.

"Too much trouble, this Division Master just wants to borrow your head for a bit."