After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 194 Lying
Upon hearing this, the down-on-his-luck scholar pondered for a moment before speaking:

"I've heard that several major events have recently occurred in the capital of Dali, including Emperor Yuanwu's recognition of a new eighth prince. It is said that this eighth prince had been living among the common people and had never appeared in the Dali court before. Could this be the person in question?"

The other three exchanged glances, and the elder, Wu Yong, slowly spoke:

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. However, regardless of which prince makes the move, the possibility of the Great Li Dynasty taking action against Luoshen Peak this time is not low."

"Furthermore, Momo is certain that this prince's martial arts cultivation is unfathomable. Perhaps he is the source of the Great Li Dynasty's confidence this time."

Upon hearing this, the plump woman Lin Tang's expression shifted, and she looked at the old man and asked:
"This kind of opportunity is extremely rare right now, and it may be our chance as well."

At this moment, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of both the down-on-his-luck scholar Sui Zhen and the woman Lin Yueru.

"I suggest that this message be sent back to the sect immediately. If the conflict between the Dali court and Luoshen Peak is confirmed, we, the divine beings, absolutely cannot sit idly by."

Lin Yueru spoke in a deep voice, while Sui Zhen narrowed his eyes and said:

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Even if the Dali court cannot take down Luoshen Peak, it will certainly cause considerable turmoil to the other side."

"If we take this opportunity to climb Mount Luoshen and seize the divine blood they have accumulated over the years, our divine power and the strength of our sect will reach a new level."

After these words, Lin Tang and the other two remained silent for a moment before the old man, Wu Yong, finally spoke:

"First, report this back to the sect. With Momo keeping an eye on that group, we can secretly confirm their purpose and know their whereabouts at any time."

Upon hearing this, the plump woman nodded, but quickly shook her head and said:

“I will handle the messenger, but my little sister is mischievous and unruly, and she is currently with that prince. If we want to contact her, we may have to see if she is willing to talk to us.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Tang sighed and shook her head repeatedly.

Among all the divine beings, the three sisters' situation was extremely special, and the youngest sister's situation was the most special of all.

If she runs around everywhere, there's really no one who can control her.

At this moment, the old man Wu Yong and the down-on-his-luck scholar Sui Zhen seemed to be fully aware of the situation, but they helplessly spoke up:

"Let's try our best, after all, Momo is on our side."

……

The Baili family mansion.

Murong Xiaoya stood amidst the raging flames, dressed in a black robe. Her eyes revealed swirling vortexes of molten gold, and her beautiful face was cold and serene.

The middle-aged man from Luoshen Peak and Mei Yanyu recounted the relationship between the Mei family and Luoshen Peak, occasionally answering questions posed by Murong Xiaoya.

“Miss Murong, I have told you everything you wanted to know. The attack on the Murong family by the four major families has absolutely nothing to do with my Mei family. Please be lenient and let us leave.”

At this moment, Mei Yanyu stopped speaking, cupped his hands, and looked nervously at Murong Xiaoya.

The middle-aged man from Fallen God Peak, whose entire body was scorched beyond recognition by the flames surrounding him, was in excruciating pain and cried out for mercy:

"I've told you everything I know. Please spare my life. If this continues, I'll really be burned to death..."

Upon hearing this, Murong Xiaoya remained silent, only gently raising her hand. The next moment, the middle-aged man, who had been almost completely charred, suddenly stopped speaking, his heart exploding instantly and turning into a cloud of blood mist.

At this moment, Murong Xiaoya calmly spoke:

“I heard my father say that Luo Shen Feng had bullied the Murong family for many years, but we had to swallow our anger because of Luo Shen Feng’s power. Now we no longer need to tolerate it.”

Then, the middle-aged man's corpse, which had been burned by flames, collapsed with a thud, while the blood mist condensed into a wisp of essence blood, which was absorbed by Murong Xiaoya.

Upon seeing this, Mei Yanyu and the old man beside him both changed their expressions.

However, before the two could speak, Mei Yanyu felt his heart suddenly tighten, and at the same time, he heard Murong Xiaoya's extremely indifferent voice:
“You just said twenty-one sentences, three of which were lies. And as I said before, if you dare to lie to me, you will bear the consequences.”

"Do not……"

"stop!"

Mei Yanyu and the old servant spoke almost simultaneously. The true qi barrier that the old man had secretly condensed to protect Mei Yanyu's heart collapsed instantly, and Mei Yanyu's heart exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Mei Yanyu only had time to utter one last word in terror before all life was lost.

"Son!"

The old servant was filled with shock and anger, and hurriedly tried to grab the other's corpse, but the next moment, a crimson-gold flame suddenly rose from Mei Yanyu's body without any wind, and he was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"You...are seeking death!"

The old servant's hand froze in mid-air, his aged face expressionless. Then, a surge of murderous intent erupted from his body as he abruptly turned to look at Murong Xiaoya.

In an instant, the true energy of heaven and earth in all directions suddenly boiled. The servant and the old man stood still as a mountain, but their bodies were surrounded by a suffocating pressure. The air was filled with bursts of unbearable pressure, and everything around them was collapsing.

Visibly, the hall that was originally burned by the fire was swept by an invisible force and instantly turned into ashes. The bricks and stones turned into dust, and the burning fire dust was silently extinguished into wisps of smoke.

At this moment, even the firelight illuminating the old man's body began to distort eerily, as if even the light itself was being terrified by this aged figure.

At this moment, he finally raised his hand, its veins bulging, as if grasping the entire space before him, and slowly clenched his knuckles towards Murong Xiaoya from afar.

Murong Xiaoya was slender with snow-white skin, cascading red hair, and cherry lips that were naturally red without any makeup.

She stood before the now-vanished hall, feeling as if the power of the entire world was crashing down upon her.

However, her face remained expressionless; she simply spoke slowly:

You think you can escape?

The next moment, billowing crimson flames rose from behind her, and then the void suddenly twisted, and a crimson shadow seemed to tear through space and unfold, transforming into a ferocious phantom of a Vermilion Bird.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird spread its wings for ten zhang, each feather formed from the burning flames that filled the sky. As its tail feathers swayed, golden flames scattered, exploding into towering pillars of fire.

Murong Xiaoya's figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and the phantom of the Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and swooped down in an instant, the sound waves and fire patterns it stirred up swept in all directions, and the exposed rocks and soil on the ground turned into specks of crystal glass under the high temperature and burning wind.

The old servant's pupils widened suddenly. The hand he had just raised was visibly burning to ashes bit by bit before his very eyes.

(End of this chapter)