Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Murong Jue felt a chill in his heart when he heard this and felt Murong Chui's intimidating momentum.

He hurriedly half-bowed, walked up to Murong Chui, and explained in a low voice: "Give these bastards ten days, but it's just for the royal family's sake. I'm the leader of Yunzhou City anyway, so I have to do some face-saving work." !”

His tone was a bit flattering and a bit humble.

Murong Chui raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Under the brilliant lights, Murong Chui's voice pierced Murong Jue's heart like ice: "Fart! Did you, the Lord of Yunzhou City, get this from these fart people? With your cultivation level at the second level of Qi Refining, you need to My elder brother would have masturbated for you long ago if I hadn’t said a word!"

His tone was full of disdain and ridicule, and he didn't even bother to look at Murong Jue.

Murong Jue's expression changed, from arrogance to humility, and the fear and anger in his heart were intertwined. He quickly nodded and bowed and replied: "Yes, yes, yes! I will bring people over today to clean up Xueting Village!"

There was urgency and panic in his voice, and his self-esteem disappeared under Murong Chui's contempt.

At this moment, a bloody thug rushed into the hall in panic. His hands were covering his ears and were stained with blood. He had obviously experienced a fierce battle.

His appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

When Murong Jue saw this, he immediately stood up and asked angrily: "What happened?"

His voice was like thunder, full of dominance and anger.

The thug reported breathlessly: "Lin Fan, that Qingyun Sect disciple, is back. Kill four of them, and let me come back to report!"

His voice trembled and his eyes were full of fear.

Upon hearing the news, Murong Jue's face instantly turned livid, and his heart was filled with shock and anger.

He quickly walked up to the thug, raised his hand and slapped him loudly, with a crisp "pop" sound.

Murong Jue's eyes flashed with angry flames, and he shouted forcefully: "You useless thing, get out!"

His voice shook the entire hall, shocking everyone present.

Murong Jue's slap was not only punishment for the thugs, but also anger for his own incompetence and shame for Murong Chui's loss of composure in front of him.

His heart was filled with panic and uneasiness. Lin Fan's name was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

Others in the hall looked at this scene, some with sympathetic eyes, while others watched with a sneer.

In the luxurious hall of Yunzhou City Lord's Mansion, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The thug was stunned by Murong Jue's slap. His grievance and pain were intertwined on his face. He covered his ears with one hand and his face with the other, and turned around to leave dejectedly.

However, Murong Chui's voice sounded coldly, like the cold wind in winter: "Come back!" This voice echoed in the hall, carrying unquestionable majesty.

The thug was stunned. He stood there, his eyes wandering between Murong Jue and Murong Chui in confusion, not knowing who to listen to.

Murong Jue's voice sounded again, even more coldly: "Come back as soon as I ask you to come back!" His tone revealed that he was extremely angry.

In desperation, the thug had no choice but to stagger back to the hall.

His body was shaking slightly, obviously frightened and humiliated.

Murong Chui stared at the thug with his eyes like ice blades: "You said Lin Fan is the outsider cultivator from Xueting Village?"

His tone was calm, but every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the thug's heart.

"Yes, Lin Fan seems to have a helper, and he is quite powerful. He grabbed one of us by the arm and threw it away, and he flew away without knowing where he was!"

The thug stretched out an arm to gesture as he spoke. His movements seemed a bit exaggerated, but they revealed deep fear.

A glimmer of thought flashed in Murong Chui's eyes. His expression was still cold, but in his heart he was evaluating Lin Fan's strength.

Murong Jue stood aside, his face gloomy, and the anger and anxiety in his heart seemed to burst out.

Others in the hall had mixed reactions to the scene.

Some showed curious eyes, wanting to know more about Lin Fan's situation; some were secretly worrying about it, thinking about the impact of this incident on themselves.

Murong Chui's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were solemn, as if he was thinking about Lin Fan's origins.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound, showing his impatience and anxiety.

His voice was low and thoughtful: "No wonder, I didn't expect that an outsider cultivator could find a helper. But how did he know the news about Xueting Village?"

His question echoed in the hall, adding a sense of mystery.

Murong Gong, Murong Chui's brother, was observing quietly from the side, his face was calm and his eyes were deep.

After hearing what Murong Chui said, Murong Gong reminded him softly: "Second brother, you forgot. There is news that the head of the Qingyun Sect is going to leave seclusion, so we asked the casual disciples to go down the mountain to spread the news!"

His words were calm and powerful, revealing a deep understanding of the situation.

When Murong Chui heard this, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He nodded gently, with a cruel smile on his face: "I see. It seems that the person with Lin Fan is just an outsider similar to him. Xiu. Now that you’re back, don’t go back!”

His words were full of determination and cruelty, revealing his ruthlessness towards Lin Fan.

When Murong Gong saw this, he felt a little worried. He knew his brother's character, so he reminded him: "Second brother, just drive this Lin Fan away. Don't be too impulsive. After all, he is a member of the Qingyun Sect!"

Murong Gong's voice revealed worry and caution. He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble because of his impulse.

Murong Chui's voice was not high, but it echoed in the air, with undisputed authority: "There are so many casual cultivators from the outer sect of Qingyun Sect, who will care if a few of them die!"

The indifference and cruelty in these words sent chills down the spine of everyone present.

There was no emotion on Murong Chui's face, and his eyes were cold, as if in his eyes, life was just a pawn in a game.

These words made the atmosphere in the hall become even heavier.

The guests present had their own thoughts. Their eyes switched between Murong Chui and Murong Jue, and they each calculated in their hearts the impact this decision would have on their interests.

In Murong Chui's eyes, killing was just a means to achieve his goal. His contemptuous attitude towards life made everyone present feel a deep fear.

"Murong Jue, take the people with you immediately. Let's rush to Xueting Village together and kill everyone!"

Murong Chui's order was cold and direct. He turned to look at Murong Jue without any hesitation in his eyes.

When Murong Jue heard this order, his heart tightened suddenly, and his face instantly turned pale.

In his mind, the safety of his sister and brother-in-law in Xueting Village became a huge burden, but under Murong Chui's pressure, he did not dare to resist.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, but in the end, the instinct of power and survival allowed him to suppress his inner hesitation.

Murong Jue ordered his men to gather people, with a tremor in his voice, but he quickly suppressed this emotion.

He knew that now he had no choice but to take one step at a time.