Volume 1: Strife of the Heavens 013 Don't Mess with Me

  The man still had a playful smile on his face, and didn't dodge Mu Qingfeng's punch. He took the hit, looked at her angry little face, and laughed: "Feeling better now?"

  Mù Qīngfēng looked at the person who deliberately made her lose face, and a mouthful of air got stuck in her throat. She gritted her teeth, and just now she had indeed acted like a little kid.

  "Boss, where did you pick up this little friend?" A low, chuckling male voice came from behind Mu Qingfeng, full of curiosity and ill intentions.

  Mu Qingfeng turned around and saw that the people scattered around her were staring at her and the man, their jaws dropped in shock.

  The speaker wore a blue shirt, with a face as white as jade, and eyes that were slightly raised at the corners, giving off an air of a wealthy family's elegant son. However, when looking at her, his gaze carried a hint of scrutiny.

  "Blue." The man's voice was tinged with a hint of warning, "Don't overstep your bounds."

  The man in blue took a step back and cupped his hands: "Yes."

  "Boss, we're about to enter the secret realm, this little girl..." A woman saw Lán Tuì step down and walked forward, looking at the man in confusion.

  The man glanced at Mu Qingfeng, who was calm and composed, and smiled slightly, saying casually: "Bring her along."

  "Older brother!" Upon hearing this, several men and women immediately stepped forward, looking at the man with unpleasant expressions. Has older brother also become too reckless?

  Inside the secret realm, there are dangers everywhere, they themselves may not be able to protect themselves, how can they still go and divide their attention to protect a little girl?

  Moreover, the quota for entering the secret realm was originally limited, and their boss had only obtained seven out of three hundred quotas.

  "What's going on?" The man seemed nonchalant as he swept a glance over the crowd and asked indifferently.

  The six men took two steps back under the man's gaze, then bowed their heads and bent at the waist: "Subordinates have overstepped their bounds, boss."

  Men are casual with them in daily life, but once he decides on something, no one is allowed to question or change it.

  "Are you worried about the quota?" The man smiled faintly, with a hint of rebelliousness and unruliness in his bones. "I'll grab one for this little guy later."

  Mu Qingfeng still didn't speak, and the strength of these men and women in front of her was something she couldn't see, which means they were at least first-level cultivators after one turn.

  Besides, without any intention of intersecting, there is no need to be overly eloquent.

  "Call me when you're going in." Mu Qingfeng left a sentence to the man, then flipped over and jumped up to sit on the branch, closing his eyes to rest.

  The man smiled slightly and sat down cross-legged under the tree beside Mu Qingfeng, this little guy was indeed quite calm.

  Others looked at their own eldest and then took a look at the arrogant little girl on the tree who didn't even have basic manners, frowning, and could only busy themselves with their own affairs.

  The elder's decision, they can only obey.

  In the afternoon, Mu Qingfeng took out some fruits and roasted meat stored in the spatial ring to fill his stomach. Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance wafted by, and he heard a voice beside his ear: "Little guy, can you spare a few more of those afternoon fruits for me?"

  "Admire the gentle breeze." The man who had been standing beside Mu Qingfeng stepped back a little, casually tossing him a few greenish-red fruits.

  The man took a bite of the fruit and sat down next to Mu Qingfeng: "Envious Mu? Heavy lightness? Windy wind?"

  Mo Qingfeng didn't respond, so it was taken as tacit consent.

  "Yún Suǒ Yè." The man suddenly leaned in close to Mù Qīng Fēng's ear, a refreshing scent wafting past her nose. "My name, but don't shout it out, okay?"

  Mù Qīng Fēng looked at the man's playful black eyes, and his raised finger on his lips in a "shh" gesture, raising an eyebrow with a smile: "Since you're hiding your identity, why bother telling me your name?"

  "You've already told me your name, what's the point of hiding it from me?" The man said as he curled up his middle finger and gave Mu Qingfeng a loud slap on the head, "A child should look like a child, why are you pretending to be so mature?"

  The man looked at Mu Qingfeng, a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes, and rubbed the spot where he had been hit: "After we get out of the secret realm, I'll take you to eat a big meal outside."

  "Put away your unnecessary sympathy." Mu Qingfeng pursed his lips, with a deep glint in the bottom of his eyes, "Do I look like a child to you?"

  Mocheng Feng raised his hand and pointed at Lan, the woman and others who had spoken earlier: "Are those your subordinates? I will make him die, within three seconds he must see King Yan."

  This man, Yun Su Ye, did not deny it either. He had been following behind this little guy before, and it was because he saw her easily blow up the Lingmen Spirit Chariot with an unchanged face. Living in the Ling Beast Wilderness where ferocious beasts roamed, this little guy's combat strength was truly unquestionable.

  "Huh, little doll, what joke are you telling? Three seconds to kill me?" The young woman's hearing was different from ordinary people, and she immediately heard Mu Qingfeng's almost provocative words. She put down the food in her hand and burst out laughing at Mu Qingfeng.

  Hiss!

  The young woman had not yet stood up when her neck was suddenly wrapped in a strand of silk thread, she stared wide-eyed and dared not move lightly.

  Mo Qingfeng's fingers moved lightly, the silk thread sank in a few more inches, and by the time the young woman's neck had begun to seep fresh blood, he calmly said, "It didn't even take three seconds."

  The people around stared with their eyes wide open, this scene happened too fast.

  It's coming so fast it doesn't even give people time to think.

  The young woman's face was deathly pale, and she was drenched in cold sweat. She would die; just now, for an instant, she seemed to have seen the shadow of death.

  The suffocating and intense pain coming from her neck told her that the little girl who looked no more than ten years old could kill her with ease.

  Hiss.

  Lan and others stood up instantly, their icy gazes fixed on Mu Qingfeng, each in a state of readiness for battle.

  Mu Qingfeng sneered coldly and said to them: "I don't need your protection, nor do I occupy your quota. So... don't come to provoke me."

  Mocheng Feng finished speaking, his wrist moved slightly, and he directly retracted the Tian Can Silk.

  Yun Su Ye then turned to that group of subordinates and spread out his hands: "I don't dare provoke this little guy either."

  Alright.

  Lan and others really couldn't look directly at their boss anymore, but the little guy who was brought by the boss just revealed his strength with that move, spiritual power level 9!

  At just ten years old, she's already a level 9 spiritual master? With the eldest son of that family being someone who loves to recruit talented and eccentric individuals, it's no wonder he directly brought this little girl back home.

  Although this little guy's expression is too arrogant, his words are also too arrogant, but who among them is not proud? And if they really want to argue with a ten-year-old girl, they themselves will lose face.

  Winning is bullying children.

  Lost, and it's not just that one face that was lost.

  Night fell, Yun Suo withdrew his gaze that had been fixed in one direction and turned to ask Mu Qingfeng, "Are you ready?"

  Mocheng Feng was sitting cross-legged, and upon hearing this, he opened his slightly closed eyes: "What?"

  "Of course I'm going to grab a spot for you!"