Chapter 817: Guessed the Beginning, Not the End

Everyone’s mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, speechless for a long time. They guessed the beginning, but never the ending.

Until now, they still didn’t understand how that one strike could possibly contain such immense power. Perhaps, that strike contained the powerful Qi of Zirong, as well as a full-force blow from Mu Zhong, indeed a formidable force. But even if the two of them teamed up directly, they shouldn’t be a match for Mu Chengyang, let alone just a longsword that had been deflected.

Could it be that Han Yan wasn’t just bluffing, and that her recent incessant clanging and banging was not mere fanciful nonsense, but actually resulted in crafting some extraordinary divine weapon?

"Young Master, Young Master, what happened to you?" Mu Zhong rushed over with a sobbing tone, quickly uncovering the bricks and stones to pull Mu Chengyang out.

Fortunately, Mu Chengyang wasn’t dead yet; however, he was covered in dust, standing there like a clay sculpture.

Most frightening was that his entire clothing was shredded into pieces by the sword fragments, with a small piece lodged right in the center of his forehead, piercing slightly into the flesh but still breaking the skin, a trail of blood trickling down his forehead, dripping at the nose tip, then following down to the chin, making him look utterly wretched and miserable.

"Mu Zhong, you’re too ruthless. He’s your Young Master, even if you have grievances, you shouldn’t have been so vicious." Zirong sighed.

"You’re talking nonsense, I didn’t do it." Seeing Mu Chengyang so severely injured, Mu Zhong was already terrified out of his wits, and with Zirong’s accusation, his heart was thumping wildly in fear.

"So many people saw just now, and you still want to deny it? Who knocked my sword flying, and why did it have to fly towards Mr. Chengyang? You dare say it wasn’t deliberate?" Zirong scoffed disdainfully.

"How would I know it would fly towards the Young Master? You’re clearly trying to sow discord." Mu Zhong was so furious that his lips were trembling.

"You’re the one who struck, and you say you didn’t know? Ridiculous." Zirong turned to Huayue and said, "Huayue, let’s demonstrate."

Huayue rolled her eyes, drew her longsword, and lackadaisically thrust it forward.

Zirong slashed with her sword, and Huayue’s sword flew out of her hand, heading towards Han Yan.

Han Yan stretched out her arm, caught the longsword, then staggered back two steps, pointing at Zirong and lamenting, "Zirong, I’ve treated you well, why would you be so cruel to me."

Watching Han Yan’s tottering steps and grief-stricken expression, someone around couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Yu Zhe, it’s your turn." Zirong said to Jiang Yuzhe.

Jiang Yuzhe also rolled his eyes and thrust his sword.

Zirong’s sword flickered, and a gleaming longsword once again flew towards Han Yan.

"Zirong, we’re master and servant by name, but I treat you like a brother. How could you be so heartless!" Han Yan got ’hit’ by a flying sword on her left rib, stepped back two steps, and said in despair.

Seeing real tears glisten in Eldest Young Master Mu’s eyes, the laughter around became even more joyous.

"My turn, my turn." Han Yunyun jumped out, and copying the style, drew her sword and thrust it forward as well.

"I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled... ah... ah..." Han Yan got ’hit’ on the forehead with the sword, and let out a piercing wail.

"Pfft, pfft." Even the most disciplined person couldn’t help but laugh at Lady Mu’s brilliant performance. Some even held their stomachs and squatted down, unable to keep their waists straight from laughing.

"These people, really... really shameless." Ye Lanfeng had been watching from one side for a long time, and even the usually steady him couldn’t help but sigh.

"Are you referring to my Young Master too?" Zirong asked quietly.

"You all are shameless, but definitely not Han Yan, she’s incredibly clever." Ye Lanfeng’s double standard was shamelessly on point, spoken without a hint of thought or hesitation.

Zirong’s mouth twitched, and she fell silent.

On the opposite side, Mu Chengyang and Mu Zhong were already dumbfounded. They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone quite this shameless. Was he really a Mu? Was he truly a bloodline left by an ancestor?

Even without Mu Zhong’s defense, Mu Chengyang knew this matter had nothing to do with Mu Zhong. Even if he had dissatisfaction towards him, no matter how bold he was, he wouldn’t dare plot against him in front of so many people.

He just couldn’t understand how the longsword that Han Yan crafted, which seemed like nothing more than scrap metal and copper, could wield such power, enough to compare with a full-strength strike of a Sword Master. Given Zirong’s Ninth Rank Swordsman strength, even surpassing a level shouldn’t have reached this extent. Clearly, it was the power of the longsword itself.

Could it be that this guy’s sword casting technique was truly exceptional? But if the technique were truly divine, why did the sword look so hideous?

Thought after thought, Mu Chengyang just couldn’t figure it out, the only thing he could think of was: he... seemingly... probably... should’ve been deceived again.

Yes, deceived. Mu Chengyang wasn’t a fool, he obviously knew that sword couldn’t have flown towards him without reason, and so swiftly and promptly that even his cultivation in the Sword Master Realm almost didn’t react. The most infuriating part was the force embedded within the sword—caught off guard, even his Sword Master strength suffered greatly.

Clearly, it was all premeditated.

"Mr. Chengyang, you saw what happened just now, didn’t you? Fortunately, I didn’t truly have any murderous intent, or my Young Master wouldn’t know how many times he’d have died. You’d better be careful in the future. It’s one thing for that guy beside you to work against you, but he secretly harbors murder intent. I’d advise you to get rid of him soon, otherwise, you might not even sleep well with him around." Zirong jestingly dashed to Han Yan’s side, took back the few longswords that made Han Yan ’die and live live and die’, and returned them one by one to Huayue and the others, advising Mu Chengyang earnestly.

"You... you’re falsely accusing me..." Mu Zhong looked pitifully at Mu Chengyang, almost on the verge of tears.

"Let’s go," Mu Chengyang really didn’t want to face these shameless individuals around Han Yan any longer, so he took Mu Zhong away.

"Wait?" Han Yan suddenly called out.

"Han Yan, what do you still want?" Mu Chengyang snapped off the shard embedded in his forehead, not caring about the blood spurting out, staring angrily at Han Yan.

"Originally, I wanted you to pay for the wall." Han Yan pointed at the collapsed brick wall, glanced sympathetically at Mu Chengyang, and said, "Sigh, never mind, seeing you so pitifully injured, and estimating you got docked half a year’s stipend, your days won’t be easy. Best leave it to you to cover medical expenses."

Hearing Han Yan bring up the half-year stipend matter again, Mu Chengyang was even more enraged, his blood boiling, and the blood on his forehead burst out more fiercely. It really looked like a little fountain, gushing continuously, causing shock and concern among those watching.