Chapter 51 Reunion Be cautious during this reunion; please keep your identity hidden.
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Mu Meng had been carefully observing the Soul Flower in his hand. Since the Soul Flower wasn't glowing, it meant that Ze'er was temporarily safe, so he patiently waited. After observing for half a day, he suddenly saw the Soul Flower flash with a bright light.
Mu Meng's heart jumped, but she didn't panic—although Ze'er was in danger, as long as the Soul Flower lit up, it would connect the two twin blossoms, allowing her to reach Ze'er's side instantly.
However, upon arriving here, he saw no one, nor did he sense any fighting or fluctuations of spiritual energy. Mu Meng thought for a moment, then took out the Soul Flower again to examine it closely.
It only flashed by for a moment, proving that although Ze'er had indeed encountered danger, he was immediately out of danger—he was so young and lacked spiritual power, he shouldn't have been able to save himself. Perhaps he encountered a kind person who saved his life.
Fortunately, although the Soul Flower's guidance didn't bring her directly to Mu Zeyu's side, it was still in this vicinity. Mu Meng patiently explored for a while and faintly sensed her nephew's aura, so she walked in that direction.
She hadn't walked for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea when she saw a small figure ahead—he was being held in the arms of a man in blue.
When Mu Zeyu saw her arrive, his eyes immediately lit up, and he greeted her with a smile, acting as if nothing had happened. Mu Meng's heart finally settled down—it seemed he wasn't injured or too frightened.
Mu Zeyu waved his chubby little hands happily: "Aunt Mengmeng, come here quickly!"
He pointed to the man holding him and proudly announced loudly, "This uncle saved me—uncle, this is my Aunt Mengmeng."
Mu Zeyu looked at the man with her big, bright eyes and happily introduced her to her aunt. But after a while, she realized that her uncle never turned around to look at her.
He stood there silently and stiffly, as if his entire being had solidified since the last moment. His eyes, which had been filled with a gentle smile just moments before, now looked somewhat lost and bewildered.
Mu Meng was very grateful to the person who saved her nephew. Even though he never turned around, which was rather impolite, she didn't take it to heart.
He stepped forward and gave a slight bow. "I am deeply grateful for your help in saving Ze'er's life. May I ask your name, brother? I am so grateful for this great favor and will repay it with all my might, even at your service."
She suddenly walked over, and the man seemed startled, taking a half-step back in a flustered manner. Then, as if realizing that this was inappropriate, he didn't retreat any further, but simply lowered his head even more.
He was tall and imposing, and even with his head bowed low, Mu Meng could still clearly see his face—the man's eyes were clear and bright, sparkling like stars, as beautiful as finely carved gemstones. However, his features were far less striking than his eyes, and he even had some faint scars.
Having seen much over the years, she could tell at a glance that this person must have used disguise techniques to conceal his appearance; otherwise, the scars on his face would have been more obvious than they appeared.
Thinking of this, Mu Meng felt a little guilty—some people have suffered hardships that ordinary people cannot imagine, and their temperament will always become somewhat withdrawn. This person has marks on his face, and must have experienced many bad things. He is unwilling to turn around and see people, but she has stood in front of him so rashly, which is indeed offensive.
Thinking this, Mu Meng sincerely apologized and politely shifted her gaze slightly away, naturally landing on Mu Zeyu.
The man paused, his body trembling slightly as if he had been struck on the head with a blunt object. He shook his head repeatedly and said in a low voice, "You don't need to apologize."
His voice was low and husky, as if it had been sanded. Although it was not clear and pleasant to the ear, his tone was soft and gentle.
This man's words and actions suggested extreme inferiority. Mu Meng couldn't bear to see him in such a predicament, and the gentle breeze that caused his clothes to flutter further exposed the condition of his legs.
Considering the other's feelings, Mu Meng didn't say anything directly. She gave Mu Zeyu a light glare, then reached out and pinched his little cheek. "You little rascal, you're so comfortable. Why are you always clinging to your uncle? Get down quickly, you're getting heavier and heavier lately."
Mu Zeyu immediately protested, "I... am not heavy."
The man subtly curled the corners of his lips. He never dared to look up. From the moment Mu Meng stood in front of him until now, the stiffness in his body had gradually relaxed.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he carefully and slowly bent down to place the child on the ground. Once he was sure the child was steady, he subconsciously patted the child's clothes gently, as if there was something dirty on them.
Then, without saying a word, he slowly straightened up and shakily reached out to touch his bamboo stick.
"Hey—wait a minute," Mu Meng said, though she didn't want to bother others, she could see that he had difficulty moving around, and besides—
"Brother, you are injured. Did you get hurt when you were fighting just now? I would feel bad if you left like this... If you don't mind, let me heal your wounds before you go."
Before the man could speak, Mu Zeyu grabbed Mu Meng's leg and looked up with his innocent little face to clarify, "That's not true. Uncle is very powerful. He killed this bad snake in one move."
Mu Meng smiled, patted his head, and then stared at the corpse on the ground for a moment.
The method was indeed swift and decisive—judging from the appearance of the corpse and the condition of the wounds, it should have been a fatal blow; the person had no time to react, let alone fight back.
only……
Mu Meng was puzzled. She had made considerable progress over the years, not only refining her cultivation in seclusion but also traveling to many places. Yet, she couldn't discern which realm the spiritual power remaining on this person's body belonged to.
Mu Meng withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment, and then said loudly, "This is the Northern Frontier Snake Valley, where snake worms roam freely. They are, in a sense, an offshoot of the demon race, but they are not a clan and are left unchecked. This person was a mid-to-high level snake worm cultivator, yet you killed him with a single blow. Could it be that you, senior, are the wandering knight who has recently gained fame?"
Mu Zeyu remained quiet and well-behaved throughout. When he heard Aunt Mengmeng mention the word "wanderer," his already bright eyes seemed to glow as he stared at the man.
This wandering knight is not only quite famous within the Celestial Clan, but his reputation has probably spread throughout the Six Realms, and even I have heard his story.
This person has not been in the world for long, and I had never heard of his deeds before, but the few times he has taken action, he has resolved long-standing troubles for the Six Realms. Many places where demons and monsters have no jurisdiction have been dragging on like festering sores year after year, but recently they have all been resolved by a wandering knight who only takes action and does not leave his name.
Gradually, everyone realized that this person was not seeking fame or fortune, but seemed to only want to resolve all the calamities in the six realms and kill all those who had committed heinous crimes.
He was extremely low-key and never left his name. He always wore a mask in crowded places, and no one had ever seen his face.
Mu Zeyu had long admired this chivalrous man, and his style of doing things was something he deeply respected. He never expected that the uncle who saved him was actually the same man who was efficient and taciturn.
He didn't leave a single word, even though he just said several things to me.
For a moment, Mu Zeyu couldn't help but count on his short, stubby little fingers how many words his uncle had said to him.
May I have your name.
Let me hug you.
Call him Uncle.
Before he could savor every word he had read, he suddenly saw his uncle turn around and glance at him.
He seemed to be shaking his head slightly at himself, his eyes filled with a plea he couldn't comprehend.
But it was only for a moment, so fast that Mu Zeyu didn't even see it clearly, before the man turned around and hurriedly walked forward, leaning on his bamboo stick as if he were trying to escape.
"You—" Mu Meng didn't know whether she should call out to him or not, before she could finish her sentence.
If it really is him, the current situation is not favorable to him. Although his spiritual power is extremely high and almost at its peak, the Northern Frontier Serpent Cave is a special place. Without wearing special spiritual artifacts to protect him, people with stronger spiritual power will suffer more damage if they stay here for a long time.
Moreover, he was still injured. Even if it wasn't a recent injury, it was a recent one that hadn't been properly treated.
Hesitating for just a moment, Mu Meng pondered how to say the next thing and how to reasonably give him a Celestial Clan artifact. Suddenly, Mu Zeyu tugged at her skirt with some sadness: "Aunt Mengmeng, Uncle doesn't have legs."
He spoke very softly, implying that he shouldn't be left to walk away alone.
Ze'er meant well, but the other party's spiritual power was so high that even the faintest voice sounded as if it were being spoken directly into her ear. Furthermore, this statement was too blunt; anyone who heard it would feel uncomfortable.
Mu Meng was a little embarrassed for a moment, and put her slender index finger to her lips to show Mu Zeyu.
The man in front seemed not to hear him and continued on his way, but suddenly he stumbled, as if he had tripped over a protruding stone on the ground, and the next moment he knelt heavily on the ground.
Mu Zeyu was startled: "Uncle!"
He immediately ran forward and reached out to help him.
Mu Meng also walked over quickly. No matter how strong this person's spiritual power was, he was still physically disabled. But he shouldn't have been tripped up by this small pebble. They were ashamed to say that he had always been masked because he didn't want anyone to see his true face. They realized that they had broken the rules and upset him. In addition, Ze Tong had spoken recklessly and touched a raw nerve.
Seeing Mu Zeyu obediently and sensibly trying to help him, this person shrank back as if avoiding a snake or scorpion. However, this snake or scorpion was not Mu Zeyu, but itself.
He mumbled something incoherently: “Dirty.”
Mu Meng couldn't help but frown. What had this person gone through? How could he be so self-loathing? It was downright insane.
Without a word, she bent down to reach for his arm. "Be careful, let me help you up."
The moment Mu Meng's hand touched the man's arm, she sensed something was wrong with his bones. But before she could even process that thought, the man trembled as if startled, then immediately tried to pull away, "No..."
"Don't say 'don't'," Mu Meng prevented him from dodging, firmly grabbing his wrist. "Stand up!"
The man paused almost imperceptibly, then blinked slowly. After that sharp cry, he didn't struggle anymore. Without a word, he used the bamboo stick to support himself, and with Mu Meng's pull, he slowly stood up.
Even after standing up, she kept her head down. The curve of her profile was very beautiful, and the lines of her jaw were sharp and elegant. She stood there meekly, as if she were born to be inferior to her.
There are many arrogant people in this world, but someone like him is truly rare. Mu Meng softened his tone and explained, "My question just now was not malicious. Your esteemed name is admirable. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me."
She had a kind face and was very good at coaxing people from a young age. With a smile, her eyes crinkled and she cupped her hands, she could soften people's hearts in an instant.
The man was even stunned for a moment, then his long eyelashes trembled slightly as he realized what he meant. “No… I’m just not presentable enough. You don’t need to take it to heart, young lady.”
Mu Meng was somewhat helpless, and pondered for a moment: "Let's not talk about that. Your arm is broken, can't you feel it? I'll set the bone for you. If you don't want me to treat your other injuries, then accept this bottle of elixir."
As she spoke, she took out a jade-white porcelain bottle from her bosom.
Without even opening it, one could tell that it must contain top-quality spiritual herbs; even the bottle itself emitted a faint glow, with a trace of spiritual energy flowing through it.
The man's eyes widened slightly, and he waved his hands repeatedly, somewhat flattered, "No need for that..."
Mu Meng knew he would say that, so she waved to Mu Zeyu and said, "Go, help your uncle."
"Yes!" Mu Zeyu answered loudly, and immediately rushed up to hug the man's leg. He also thoughtfully hugged the other side and held onto the man's bamboo stick with one hand to make him stand more steadily.
Mu Meng didn't care. Without saying a word, she lifted the man's arm and slowly rolled up his blue sleeve.
He kept saying I wasn't good enough for him, that I wasn't worthy of him, and that I was just wasting my time arguing with him. In any case, he had saved Ze'er, and I had noticed his injuries. It would be unreasonable to just let him go like this.
His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a pale but powerful arm. Faint blue veins floated on his fair skin, each one slightly bulging, suggesting the immense power hidden within.
The bone in his forearm was sticking outwards, making it obvious that it was broken.
Mu Meng frowned as she looked closely, completely unaware of the tender affection in the man's eyes.
The wound wasn't difficult to treat; perhaps his fingers were too weak to receive immediate attention. Mu Meng thought that her healing skills were decent, but a fracture needed to be set first.
After clearly identifying the location, I placed my finger on the broken joint, and the other person trembled slightly.
"It hurts, right? Just bear with it."
She was focused on something and casually muttered something.
The man tilted his head back slightly, and from an angle unseen by anyone, a glint of moisture flashed in his deep, dark eyes. He blinked gently, and it quickly disappeared as if it had never been there.
Mu Meng's technique was swift and efficient; he finished the treatment in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and then used a healing spell on it again, confident that no lingering effects would remain.
After healing the bone injury on his arm, Mu Meng didn't ask any more questions. He simply took out a round, button-shaped spiritual artifact from his pocket and handed it to him: "The snake-gu chaos in the Northern Frontier is my responsibility. Take this and leave as soon as possible."
Knowing that he didn't have any protective magical artifacts with him, and fearing that he wouldn't accept the item, she explained the pros and cons of the situation to him.
The man parted his lips slightly, about to speak, when he suddenly turned his head sharply. At the same time, Mu Meng also looked in that direction.
She glanced at it, then turned her head back knowingly.
It was Xixue, with Lu Zhaoxin following behind her.
As usual, Feng Xixue stopped seven steps away from her and asked in a deep voice, "Are you alright?"
“No,” Mu Meng shook his head and raised his hand to Lu Zhaoxin, “Why are you here?”
Lu Zhaoxin, hands on his hips, beaming, said, "Mengmeng, I arrived even earlier than you. The first place affected by the Snake Bone Chaos is the human realm. In the past two days, the Gu poison has spread rapidly, and the people of the Northern Frontier have suffered greatly. The ghosts coming to report to the Ghost Realm are practically breaking down the door. If this continues, I'm afraid the two realms will become unbalanced. I have to come and clean up this mess."
As he spoke, he pointed to Feng Xixue, "I was originally coming from the west, but suddenly I sensed a very strong spiritual energy here, so I decided to come and take a look. As it turned out, I ran into you, the gatekeeper... so I came over with you."
Mu Meng: "Oh."
What kind of attitude is this? Lu Zhaoxin was about to speak when his gaze fell on the man in blue beside Mu Meng, so he politely asked, "And this is—"
Mu Meng introduced himself, "Just like you, I've come to the Northern Frontier to resolve the snake-gu chaos."
As she spoke, she glanced to the side, her voice trailing off as she spoke the last few words—she had been so focused on talking to Feng Xixue and Lu Zhaoxin that she hadn't noticed when this person had put on half a mask.
Although this man was not particularly handsome, his aura was exceptionally outstanding. The silver mask with its dark patterns was ancient and mysterious, and when worn, it made him appear even more ethereal and refined, like a banished immortal. However, for some unknown reason, despite having more scars on his right cheek, he covered his left cheek with the mask, leaving the scars exposed.
"Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. What a noble and chivalrous act!" Lu Zhaoxin smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "May I ask your name?"
The man's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, slowly swept over Lu Zhaoxin before he replied in a deep voice, "I have no name or surname."
Mu Meng glanced at him again.
This mask must have some special power; his expression and demeanor when speaking to Lu Zhaoxin were completely different from before.
“Ah…” Lu Zhaoxin didn’t expect his answer and didn’t know how to respond for a moment. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned. “A master is indeed extraordinary. It doesn’t matter.”
Since asking Mu Meng that question, Feng Xixue had remained silent. When the man in blue spoke, he suddenly looked at him with some inquiry—the other man hadn't looked at him at first, but seemed to sense something, his dark eyes sweeping over him, meeting his gaze in silence.
Before long, Feng Xixue turned her gaze away.
Lu Zhaoxin couldn't see many details; he had many other things to do. He asked Mu Meng directly, "Mengmeng, I think this mess will require the intervention of the Celestial Clan sooner or later to resolve. Now that you've arrived, you must want to deal with it directly, right? What are your plans for this snake-gu chaos? I need to cooperate fully."
Mu Meng's answer was concise: "Kill them."
"They're all dead?"
"Kill them all."
Lu Zhaoxin exclaimed in amazement: "Mengmeng, Your Highness, although these snake worms are doing evil, they are after all an offshoot of the demon race. The previous two times, the Crown Prince Yue personally came to deal with them, but he did not take any action; he only gave them a stern warning."
"Has the Crown Prince's stern reprimand been effective?" Mu Meng asked in return. "He has come to reprimand them twice, and the snake worms have indeed been kept quiet for a while, but they will soon recover, even surpassing their previous strength. This shows that they are taking advantage of the situation and have taken advantage of the Crown Prince's many constraints, which prevented him from killing them, so they have become even more aggressive."
Lu Zhaoxin nodded repeatedly, and after she finished speaking, he kindly reminded her, "What you said is indeed true, but you must understand that if you do this, although the Crown Prince of Yue will support you, it will also be equivalent to slapping the face of the demon race. In the future, there will be absolutely no possibility for you to get married."
The man paused slightly, his fingers subtly curling within his blue sleeves as he glanced at Mu Meng without leaving a trace.
Mu Meng was speechless: "I never intended to marry Brother Yue, so why are you worrying about this?"
Lu Zhaoxin grinned and said, "That's good. I have one less competitor."
After he finished speaking, he saw the man turn his head and stare at him. He didn't notice him and returned a friendly smile.
Mu Meng ignored him: "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business. There are many open caves; we'll deal with the snake worms one by one. The dark caves aren't suitable for fighting separately. We'll gather here after we've cleared all the open caves. I'll go east, you go west, Feng Xixue will go south, and as for you..."
The man readily agreed in a low voice, "I'll go to the north."
Mu Meng originally wanted to tell him that he was injured and unable to move easily, so it would be better for him to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible to avoid encountering danger. However, considering that he possessed high spiritual power, he thought that it would be inappropriate to say such a thing.
He nodded and said, "Be careful."
The man's lips curved in a strange way, as if he was suppressing something, his lips pressed into a tight line: "I know."
"What about me, Aunt Mengmeng?" Mu Zeyu had been waiting, and now that the tasks were being assigned, he eagerly tugged at the hem of Mu Meng's skirt.
"There's no place for you anymore, so of course you'll be with me."
"Oh... okay." Mu Zeyu glanced at his uncle discreetly, tugged at the hem of his clothes with his little hand, and said nothing.
Lu Zhaoxin had no objection to Mu Meng's arrangement, but he scratched his head and said hesitantly, "But there's one more thing, Mengmeng, I think I still have to remind you of something."
"The snake worms of the Northern Frontier aren't all demonic creatures; there are quite a few humans among them, hmm... these people..."
Mu Meng, unaware of his hesitation, couldn't help but laugh and said, "I'm not a murderous maniac. I can naturally distinguish between the real snake gu and the humans who have been gu-corrupted. Don't worry, I won't kill these people as well. As long as the snake gu is properly removed, they can still live well."
Lu Zhaoxin licked his lips. "I know about that, it's something else—don't be angry when I tell you. It's just that these people..."
He hesitated, and even Feng Xixue glanced at him. Mu Meng patiently waited for him to finish speaking.
Only the man in blue standing to the side didn't look at him. Under the mask, his pale lips slowly pursed into a straight line, his eyes slightly moving as he subtly held his breath.
Mu Meng waited for a while, and felt that it must be something special to make someone as unrestrained as Lu Zhaoxin hesitate, so he said directly: "Stop beating around the bush, just say what you have to say. I'm not angry. When have you ever seen me angry?"
"Fine," Lu Zhaoxin said resolutely, "Mengmeng, do you still remember Mu Qingheng?"
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