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"What were you up to just now?"

Seeing him return, Mu Huanqing took off her headphones and wrapped her arms around his waist, speaking in a somewhat low voice.

Fang Ren patted her head, noticing she seemed to have been influenced by the romantic couples in the soap opera, "I just went out to concoct a little pill, but it was a failure."

"What kind of pill was it?"

"Something similar to Viagra," Fang Ren said with a mischievous expression.

"Who is Viagra?"

"Viagra is..."

Fang Ren bent down to her ear and whispered a few words.

"You!" After hearing his explanation, Mu Huanqing pushed him away, her cheeks flushed with anger, "Don't concoct that anymore!"

"Alright, alright, I was just joking," Fang Ren patted her head and turned to walk towards the door, "I'll go cook for you."

"What are you doing with that pill?"

"Oh, this one is a failed product, you see how small it is, I had put it in there and forgot to throw it away."

"Fine, then I'll come with you to cook."

Mu Huanqing took off her headphones and immediately ran out of the room and downstairs.

Fang Ren took that opportunity to swallow the small pill in his hand.

Watching Mu Huanqing's retreating back, Fang Ren suddenly wondered — now that he had True Qi in his body, could she really not sense it? Yesterday morning, she had sensed Wang Cang using True Qi.

Or was it just her subconscious cultivation instincts detecting danger?

It seemed she hadn't noticed, so Fang Ren used his consciousness to sense the area around his body, finding he wasn't exhibiting any traits typical of Cultivators. Only then did he start making his way downstairs to cook with Mu Huanqing.

To be honest, suddenly stepping into married life was exciting, with every task filled with a sense of happiness.

The meal was simple: two vegetable dishes and two bowls of porridge, as they sat at the table chatting and laughing together.

Mu Huanqing often talked about the men and women in the soap operas, saying that the male lead was silly and the female lead constantly told white lies. What could be simple ended up becoming so complicated with many twists and turns.

After the meal, just as they were about to start cleaning up, an out-of-place sound intruded upon their ears.

Bang!

A loud noise as the front door flew off its hinges and hit the nearby wall, obviously not the work of an ordinary person.

"Who goes there!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Fang Ren immediately shielded Mu Huanqing behind him.

Looking at the two figures outside the courtyard door, panic surged within him; these two were clearly Cultivators, and likely not weak ones, as they'd managed to kick the door off without even unleashing their True Qi.

Fang Ren's temperament had not yet been hardened through battle, and in the face of danger, he felt a hint of disarray.

But as a man, even if it cost him his life, he had to protect Mu Huanqing.

As the two figures at the door drew closer, he could see the faces of two men who looked alike; twin brothers, most likely, in their thirties, dressed casually, one with a buzz cut and the other with long hair.

"Yo, Young Master Fang, I see you're not home alone?" The buzz-cut man eyed Fang Ren with a smile, his tone teasing.

"What kind of grudge do you have with me that you'd kick down the door like that?" Fang Ren said with a cold stare.

The buzz-cut man casually lit a cigarette, rested his other hand on his hip, and tilted his head, saying, "Oh, we have no grudges; in fact, we've never even met. But unfortunately, today you have to die."

"Why do you want to kill Ah Ran!"

Mu Huanqing burst out from behind Fang Ren, her black pupils beginning to show traces of silver gleam.

"What!"

The moment Mu Huanqing showed her face, the two casually dressed men simultaneously took a step back, their relaxed expressions turning into frowns.

"How is this possible!" The buzz-cut man's cigarette dropped to the ground, his face a picture of disbelief as he stared at Mu Huanqing.

"It seems the news circulating among the upper echelons is unreliable..." The long-haired man also appeared surprised.

"Bro, what do we do?" asked the buzz-cut man with a frown.

The long-haired man regained his composure and said, "Don't panic, she currently has no cultivation ability. We can still kill a person without her being able to stop us."

"I'm asking you a question!" Mu Huanqing shouted angrily.

As her words fell, her pupils instantly turned silvery, and an invisible pressure began to fill the space.

The short-haired man bit his teeth and smacked his lips, "The meridians are already broken, yet this oppressive aura is still so terrifying..."

"Less talk, let's take this kid's life and hurry back to report! Don't screw anything up."

As soon as the long-haired man finished speaking, a brown True Qi rose from his body, which instantly condensed into over a dozen stone needles. With a slap of the long-haired man's palm, the stone needles flew swiftly towards Fang Ren Ah Ran's head.

"Qing'er!"

Fang Ren Ah Ran immediately pushed Mu Hui Qing in front of him away, ready to stimulate his True Qi to resist.

Bang—

But before he could release his True Qi, a small explosion occurred right in front of him, blasting him backward and causing him to crash into the wall before coming to a stop.

"Ah Ran!"

Seeing this, Mu Hui Qing subconsciously forced her True Qi to circulate, attempting to rush outside, but just as a silver glow began to appear behind her, a sharp pain ran through her body, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Who blocked it?" The long-haired man became alert as he glanced around.

"Damn it, weren't we told that there's only Shang Han with this kid!" The short-haired man also released his True Qi in anger, looking around furiously.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, preventing the few of them from opening their eyes; the two men outside spread out a bit, condensing True Qi around their bodies to form a shield for protection.

When Fang Ren Ah Ran opened his eyes and stood up, ready to rush out, he suddenly found an old man in white clothes standing before him. The old man faced him with a kindly smile that made one feel at first glance that he was a good person.

"Young Master Fang, I apologize for intervening too late."

The elder bowed slightly in front of Fang Ren Ah Ran.

"You... Who are you?"

Fang Ren Ah Ran looked at the suddenly appearing elder before him, still maintaining a cautious expression.

"This humble one was sent by the great lord to ensure Young Master Fang's safety," the old man said.

"And who might the great lord be?"

"I shall explain all to Young Master Fang in due course." Turning his back, the elder then addressed the two men outside, "But first, we need to clean up some trash."

"Lin Bozhong!"

The two men outside were shocked as they saw the old man turn around, their expressions freezing instantly.

"People always say that family disgrace should not be aired publicly, and yet the whole Tianjiang is laughing at the Fang Family. And now there's infighting—a truly laughable affair," Lin Bozhong said with a still benign smile.

"Lin Bozhong, are you not supposed to remain neutral within the family! What business have you meddling in this!" the short-haired man roared.

"I believe the second master's decision is wrong and thus must support the great lord," Lin Bozhong stated.

"Damn it! So you're saying you are determined to protect this trash today!" The long-haired man angrily gritted his teeth.

"Impertinence!"

Lin Bozhong's friendly expression turned instantly to fury, and with a roar, his white True Qi erupted. He extended a hand towards the front, which transformed into a huge white palm, capturing the long-haired man within its grasp.

"Young Master Fang is not someone you have the right to insult!"

As Lin Bozhong spoke, he tightened his whole palm, and the long-haired man's face twisted with agony.

"Lin Bozhong! Keep your damned nose out of it!" The short-haired man, seeing this, immediately launched a long spear made of stone and charged at Lin Bozhong like a flying arrow.

"Breeze Palm Style! Turn to Mud!"

Suddenly, an even larger palm appeared behind Lin Bozhong. As the short-haired man was about to rush into the room, the palm struck down hard, pinning him to the ground and creating a deep pit.

"I, Lin Bozhong, am determined to protect Young Master Fang's life! Your demise today is on your own heads for following the wrong person!"

With a cold snort, Lin Bozhong's two enormous white palms crushed the two men until their bones cracked, and the earth of the courtyard turned crimson with their blood.

"..."

Fang Ren Ah Ran looked at the bloody scene in the courtyard, furrowing his brows tightly. This was the second time he had witnessed someone being killed right before his eyes, and he still found the sight unsettling, his mind in turmoil.

After the two men outside were killed, his gaze instinctively searched for Mu Hui Qing, and upon seeing her, he panicked—she had already collapsed on the ground, unconscious, with fresh blood hanging from her mouth.

Distraught, Fang Ren Ah Ran ran upstairs, stumbling to retrieve his little iron box. He checked Mu Hui Qing's pulse to assess her internal injuries.

Then, he promptly placed a hemostatic and qi-nourishing pill into her mouth, scooped up some water with a blanket, moistened it with his mouth, and used artificial respiration to help her swallow the medicine.

After checking Mu Hui Qing's pulse again and seeing her injuries temporarily under control, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to the elder in the courtyard.