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Using Liu Zhengfeng's family as a threat, they forced him to reveal clues about Qu Yang. This move by the Songshan Sect was truly ruthless and totally unbecoming of a reputable and upright sect.

"Please wait here for a moment."

Li Mochou brought Qu Feiyan to Hengshan, originally intending to rescue the Liu family, young and old. The grudges in the martial arts world that brought harm to one's family were truly disgusting; this was the same path she had taken in the past.

This kind of tragedy should not happen.

Qu Feiyan's ears had barely rang with her words when Li Mochou vanished from her sight. With a swish, swish, gleams of sword light flashed in the air, like dazzling moonlight.

485 Qu Feiyan's Ideal

The silver sword light, like moonlight, flashed and disappeared, and the Songshan Sect disciples fell to the ground in a mess.

Li Mochou, standing on the edge of the cliff, had a stern face and held a sword, like a fairy descending from the Moon Palace, exuding a cold temperament.

Even Qu Feiyan, who was also a woman, was a little stunned at this moment. Her two round eyes were wide open and she murmured, "Wow, could my master really be the Guanghan Fairy?"

"No, I don't know how to make mooncakes."

Li Mochou's voice echoed faintly from behind her, and Qu Feiyan suddenly jumped. She froze for a moment, looking at the cliff in disbelief, then turned her gaze behind her. "You, what kind of Kung Fu is this? How, how can you appear and disappear so suddenly?"

Although the young Qu Feiyan didn't have a thorough understanding of the martial arts in the martial arts world, she at least had some common sense. The so-called Qinggong could indeed allow people to break through certain limits.

For example, one could leap several feet on flat ground, or even surpass a galloping horse in a short period of time. But she had never heard of a martial arts skill that could reach the level of instantaneous teleportation.

Is this martial arts or magic?

"Just as you think, this is not a martial art." Li Mochou had obviously seen through her thoughts and said calmly, "It's called Flash Step."

"Instant...step?" Qu Feiyan blinked, looking confused.

"It's the use of enormous explosive internal energy as fuel to achieve high-speed movement." Li Mochou tried to explain it scientifically, "Rather than calling it a martial art, it's more of a special skill."

Qu Feiyan became even more confused after hearing this. She didn't even quite understand the concept of "skills".

But it didn't matter. She didn't care about these things anyway. Her thoughts were simple and unpretentious. "Can I learn?"

The main purpose of the little girl coming to become an apprentice is to become invincible, so whether she can learn is the first thing she needs to consider.

"Yes." Fortunately, his fairy master gave a positive answer. "With your aptitude, if you practice the Nine Yang Divine Art I taught you for a hundred or eighty years, you'll be able to barely reach the threshold."

what?

Qu Feiyan was completely stunned, her face filled with astonishment. "One hundred and eighty years? And we're only just touching the threshold?"

"I'm not lying to you. I'm telling the truth." As she spoke, Li Mochou turned and walked towards the top of Mount Hengshan.

If she killed all the disciples of Songshan Sect, it meant that the safety of Liu Zhengfeng's family had been resolved, so there was no need to rush any further.

There were still at least seven or eight hours until the Golden Basin Retirement Conference, and she planned to take advantage of this time to see more of the beauty of Hengshan Mountain. If she wanted to see the beauty, she naturally had to go to the top.

Behind her, Qu Feiyan was petrified for a while before gradually recovering, striding to catch up. "Fairy Master, a hundred or eighty years is too long! Can you shorten it to at least twenty years...even thirty would be fine!"

"Are you buying vegetables here as if it were a vegetable market, and you're still bargaining?" Li Mochou raised her eyebrows and complained without hesitation.

"But I can't let my youth and prime years be wasted like this, can I?" Qu Feiyan said with a troubled look on his face, "Even if I were truly invincible by then, what good would it be? I'm afraid I'd even break my teeth if I gnawed a bone..."

"Then stop gnawing on the bones and drink more porridge."

"Pfft! I don't want to drink porridge, it tastes too bland! I'd be invincible if I could still eat meat and drink wine. Fairy Master, please help me!"

"I can help you fall asleep. You can have all kinds of dreams. Not only can you drink and eat meat and be invincible, but you can also marry a handsome young husband."

"Master Fairy, what you said is not fairy at all! It's so vulgar! Why do you insist that I marry a handsome young husband? Can't I just marry a few handsome young husbands to serve me? I'm invincible, who can stop me?"

Li Mochou was silent for a moment, looking at her meaningfully. "That's a very good ambition. I support you." She turned around and sent their conversation to the group.

The illustrator of the book: Wow, I’m just saying wow! Sister Mo Chou, your little apprentice is awesome!

Curly-haired girl: She is young but has big ambitions. She has several young husbands... Can this little girl handle them all?

Lin Fengjiao: I think this is just childish talk. She may not yet understand what her husband means to her.

Lazy Kitten: Of course I don't understand, after all, they are ancient people. Ancient people of this age group were exposed to limited knowledge, and usually they knew the facts but not the reasons.

Foul-mouthed man: I agree. Xiao Yanyan is definitely not as good as the female drivers here. She's already leapfrogging at such a young age. This is the power of the information age, a power that makes one sigh in admiration.

Book artist: Why do I feel like you are scolding someone here? Who are you calling the female driver?

Curly Hair: Humph, this kind of thing doesn't even need to be explained, right? Just look at the username and everyone will understand it at a glance. Hey! Speaking of female sirens, who can be more experienced than Kashiwagi Eri?

Book Artist: Shut up, you bitch! Do you believe I'll kick you to death?

Curly-haired boy: Come on, give me a kick! (Expression: Smiling)

The illustrator of the book: You idiot, you really can't do anything except being a jerk. You're just wasting the food grown by the farmers by living. Go die! Hit the wall, hit the wall quickly!

Curly-haired girl: My defense is broken, my defense is broken... Kashiwagi Eri-sensei's defense is broken. But unfortunately, Gin-san, I just can't die! Are you angry? Very angry, right? Serves you right!

Angels of the Hidden Rain Village: When will you two ever have a truly peaceful day?

This is an actor: Don't even think about it, it's probably impossible.

At least that's what Gerald thought was impossible. These two people were like natural enemies, and they had disliked each other since the day he joined the group. If this were to happen in a love story, they would probably be a perfect match, right?

But alas, this is reality.

After all, reality can never be as melodramatic and illogical as the daily love stories. Their quarrels, which are so intense that they want to make their brains go crazy, can never turn into a sweet and affectionate daily life.

With a sigh, Gerard, sitting in the teacher's office, picked up today's Daily Prophet.

486 The Shock of the Truth

The large grounds of Hogwarts.

Harry Potter sat cross-legged on the lawn, somewhat disinterested, watching his classmates soar through the air on their broomsticks. He wasn't taking flying lessons, which was unusual.

As a veteran broomstick fan and Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry would never miss a chance to get close to a broomstick under normal circumstances. But today, there was an exception.

The reason for this was Harry's encounter this morning. He met a very strange house-elf, whose behavior left him with an indelible impression.

The house-elf who called himself Dobby was coming for him.

When Harry was about to walk out of the corridor, someone suddenly grabbed his arm and whispered something incomprehensible into his ear, which made Harry terrified and confused.

He didn't even know who to tell about this experience.

The great savior was actually frightened by a house-elf and almost lost his bladder? Harry Potter felt that he could not afford to lose face.

Helpless, he could only huddle in a corner like now, thinking. What was the purpose of that house-elf who called himself Dobby, and why did it approach him?

Also, are the words it said really some kind of prophecy?

"Hoho, look who I found?" Just as he was thinking in his heart, a voice that he hated suddenly sounded in front of him. Harry didn't even need to look up to know that the owner of the voice was definitely his mortal enemy...Dracula Malfoy.

Oh, of course.

And there were those little henchmen who followed him around like lapdogs: Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy.

"Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived!" Descola's high voice was filled with sarcasm, and he spoke intermittently, "But now he is like a lost dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little followers laughed shrilly at the right time, and their eyes were full of contempt when they looked at Harry Potter.

"Go away, Malfoy." But Harry was no pushover, especially when he was upset. "This is Gryffindor's grounds!"

This flying lesson was taught by both houses at the same time, but Gryffindor and Slytherin were always clearly separated. They usually stayed in their own areas and rarely visited each other.

"No, no, no, this is still Hogwarts after all." Descola shook his head at him, crossed his arms and said, "Where's your dirty red-haired accomplice? Why didn't he come?"

"This is none of your business, get out of here!" Harry Potter became even angrier when he heard the young man in front of him insult his best friend so bluntly, and even raised the wand in his hand.

"What are you doing?" But at this moment, Hermione, who was not far away, seemed to have heard the noise and ran over. "Malfoy, are you provoking me again?"

Looking at the aggressive girl in front of him, Dekora's mouth twitched slightly. Ever since the scandal between her and Gerald started, he felt that this girl was a bit difficult to deal with.

After all, his father had repeatedly warned him not to provoke the genius professor who was no less talented than You-Know-Who and Dumbledore. Furthermore, the young man had a close relationship with the "Mudblood" in front of him, which made Descola feel very difficult to deal with.

Of course, he was also secretly complaining in his heart.

Isn't that genius professor's taste a bit too bizarre, how could he even be attracted to such a wild girl? If he wanted to find a partner with his conditions, shouldn't he choose from the noble Slytherin house?

"No, this is not a provocation." Although Decora didn't dare to continue to act so recklessly in front of Hermione, he would at least maintain his outward stubbornness. "We are concerned about the Savior."

The word "savior" was pronounced very heavily, obviously with a strong sense of sarcasm.

"I think you should take care of yourself first, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione retorted very defensively, "As a pure-blood family, you should have a house-elf at home, right? Aren't you afraid that it might suddenly appear and kidnap you?"

"The matter of the Pollardjera family is just an exception!" Dekora's face suddenly changed, and he said with some lack of confidence: "It is impossible for a house elf to rebel against its master. There must be a conspiracy behind this matter!"

Hermione didn't buy his tricks and said coldly, "The conspiracy is that your pure-blood families have been constantly persecuting and oppressing the house-elves, which has caused them to rebel! You will be sinners, sinners in history!"

"That's enough! What qualifications do you have to slander purebloods in front of me?!" Dekora's face turned green with rage. He had always been proud of being pureblood. How could a noble pureblood family allow a vulgar mudblood to slander it?

"Hey, Harry, Hermione! Big news, I saw big news... Huh? Damn, why is this guy Malfoy here too?" Ron ran over from afar with an excited look on his face, but when he saw Descola, his whole face suddenly fell.

"Don't worry about him." Harry shook his head and said, "What news?"

"Look at this, the headline of today's Daily Prophet!" Ron took out the newspaper in his hand, spread it out, and placed it in front of his companions.

Dekora also craned his neck, feigning a casual glance. However, the headline struck him like a bolt of lightning. [The murderer of the Pola de Jera family incident reveals his true identity, revealing the filth and cruelty behind the pure-blood family!]

If Dekora had only read the headline, he would have surely considered this news as media slander against purebloods. But the key point was the photo underneath that provided the final proof!

House elves hanging in the air, basements with electric shock devices, rows of creepy-looking detention centers, and Manila Pollardgera's twisted and hideous smile.

Such visual impact is truly shocking.

Even Decora was a bit stunned at the moment. Her aunt from Manila, the model of a lady who always smiled and waved at her whenever she saw her, was actually... actually such a person?

If she executed the criminal house-elf simply for the sake of family honor, it would be understandable, but the key point is that her purpose was not for honor or belief at all.

This magical moving photo and the lively, playful expressions on her face clearly show that she is doing it for fun!

This was unacceptable to Dekora, who was proud of his pure blood.

487 War is approaching?

"Damn, this is fake!" Dekola covered his head and shouted, "It's a scam! This is all a scam!" He shouted and ran away.

"Hey, Mr. Malfoy!"

"Wait for me!"

Seeing this, his lackeys hurriedly followed, completely abandoning Harry and the others in front of them.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron looked at Descola's departing back with a confused look on his face and said, "Is he having a mad attack?"

"Perhaps this news has had a huge impact on him." Hermione pondered for a moment and replied, "He said earlier that a noble pure-blood would never do such a despicable thing."

"Oh, their true colors are revealed." Harry gloated a little, and his mood improved a lot. "But it's really surprising, these pure-bloods are so dirty?"

Although his dislike for Malfoy led him to dislike the entire pure-blood family, he used to only dislike their arrogance and condescension, and never expected them to be so dirty and filthy.

In order to abuse his own house-elves, he even built a basement. This is almost inhumane.

"Hey, man... if you really count, you and I are both purebloods." Ron scratched his head in annoyance and said, "Are we going to be dragged into this too?"

"Don't worry, we are different." Harry blinked and said, "We don't use pure blood as a label, nor do we think that pure blood is superior to others."

"That's right." Ron nodded in agreement and said, "This way, even if the house-elves retaliate, they won't retaliate against us. We don't have any house-elves at home..."

"I think this isn't just revenge." Hermione looked at the newspaper in Ron's hand and whispered, "This must have been premeditated, absolutely!"

"What do you mean?" Harry and Ron looked at her together.

"If it was just for revenge, it would have achieved its goal long ago, wouldn't it?" Hermione pointed at the newspaper and said, "They even imprisoned the Pollardgeras and planned to put them on trial."

"You mean..." Harry seemed to understand something, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's already achieved its revenge, so why is it still openly accepting media interviews?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Besides, it contacted the Daily Prophet? It's just a house-elf with no resources and should be wanted. But now it acts so calmly, there must be something wrong!"

"Is there a big shot behind this, fanning the flames?" Ron also understood and frowned. "But what is his purpose?"

"I'm afraid it's to guide public opinion." Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "They must have other plans next. As for what the specific plan is, I can't guess it yet."

"War!" Harry Potter suddenly spoke up, "That man wants to start a war between house-elves and wizards! Damn it, what he said was actually true!"

"War?" Ron's eyes widened and he gasped. "You must be kidding! How is this possible..."

Hermione noticed another detail and asked in confusion, "That guy?"

"Yes, it was a house-elf named Dobby." Harry Potter no longer concealed the truth and explained to his companions, "He once told me that war was coming and asked me to prepare early. Only people like me can truly stop this meaningless war. He also said that house-elves should dedicate themselves to their masters. This is the meaning of their existence."