bullyxtreme Chapter 424 Xu Longxiang panicked! His cooperation with the Moon Goddess Cult had been exposed?!
Chapter 424 Xu Longxiang panicked! His cooperation with the Moon Goddess Cult had been exposed?!
Yun Suxin stood not far behind Qin Mu, blocked by several thugs, peeking out half her head and staring intently at the two intertwined figures in the air.
Her heart was in her throat, and her palms were sweaty.
She was equally surprised to find Xu Longxiang standing there!
Even more unexpectedly, that spoiled brat actually recognized Xu Longxiang!
When Qin Mu called out the name "Xu Longxiang," her heart skipped a beat, as if a stone had fallen from a great height.
She was internally screaming that Xu Longxiang was the real idiot!
The dignified heir of the Northern Territory, a first-rank Finger Profound Realm expert, didn't even know how to disguise himself! He exposed himself so easily!
Now look what's happened! You've been recognized by people from the capital. Let's see how you handle this!
Despite her criticism, she still really hoped Xu Longxiang could win.
After all, only if Xu Longxiang wins and defeats that spoiled brat will she have a chance to gain her freedom.
This is her only hope right now.
As Xu Longxiang gradually gained the upper hand and forced Yun Luan to retreat repeatedly, she felt a slight sense of joy.
But before she could be happy for long, she saw another woman behind the spoiled young master move. The woman, dressed in a moon-white outfit, who had been standing quietly like a flower untouched by the world, moved.
Zhao Qingxue drew her sword.
The Frost Moon Sword gleamed with a snow-white, cold light in the morning sun, its blade shimmering with a faint silver glow, as if moonlight had solidified into a tangible form.
Her figure appeared gracefully, swift as a startled swan, her sword aimed directly at Xu Longxiang's flank.
Yun Luan was in front, and Zhao Qingxue was behind. The two women, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched Xu Longxiang in the middle.
Yunluan's swordsmanship was ruthless and fierce, each move taking a life.
Zhao Qingxue's swordsmanship, however, was fluid and steady, each strike carrying an innate, superior composure and majesty.
With two first-grade Finger Profound Realm experts joining forces, Xu Longxiang was immediately at a disadvantage.
His face turned extremely pale, ashen like a piece of rusted iron.
He never expected that he, the dignified prince of the Northern Territory and a first-grade Finger Profound Realm expert, would be suppressed by two women!
The second woman to join was not only just as strong as the first, but also more skillful.
Her every move exuded a powerful aura, not a murderous aura, but an innate, unquestionable pressure that only those who have long held a high position possess.
The cultivation techniques and martial arts she practiced were all of the highest quality; every move and stance seemed to have been refined through countless trials, making them flawless.
It seems this playboy wasn't exaggerating; he really is from the capital.
The cultivation techniques and martial arts skills practiced by the maids around him were definitely not something that could be found in the southwestern border region; they were unique skills that only the top families in the imperial city were qualified to access.
Xu Longxiang felt utterly cold inside, as if a piece of flesh had been ripped from his chest, leaving him feeling empty and chilled by the cold wind.
Unfortunately, he couldn't defeat these two women in a short time, and even seemed on the verge of losing.
In the instant he was distracted and pondering a countermeasure, Yunluan seized the opportunity, her longsword flashing like a venomous snake, its tip piercing straight for his right arm.
"laugh!"
The sword sliced through his sleeve and pierced his flesh, causing blood to gush out.
Xu Longxiang grunted and suddenly stepped back, creating distance.
He had a deep wound on his right arm, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood was flowing down his arm, dripping onto the bluestone slab, a shocking sight.
He staggered back a few steps, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.
His face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, his lips were chapped, and he was feeling dizzy from excessive blood loss.
He lost.
He was defeated by two women.
Qin Mu raised his hand, and Yun Luan and Zhao Qingxue simultaneously sheathed their swords, retreated to his side, stood with their hands at their sides, sword tips pointing downwards, and not a drop of blood fell on his robes.
Qin Mu looked at Xu Longxiang, sneered, closed his folding fan, and clapped it twice in his palm, making a crisp "slap slap" sound.
"You just wait! When I return to the capital, I will tell my father to have His Majesty punish you severely! I'll convict you of treason and rebellion, an unforgivable crime!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and, with Yun Luan, Zhao Qingxue, Jiang Zhaoyue, Yun Suxin, and the eight still trembling servants, swaggered away.
Their figures disappeared around the corner of the street, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance, and the morning light bathed their last silhouettes in a pale golden glow.
Xu Longxiang knelt on the ground, staring at the moon-white figure, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.
He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, but the tearing pain in his right arm made him gasp and fall back down.
He knew that in his current state, even if he caught up with them, it would be futile; there was no way he could stop them.
Those two women were no weaker than him; he couldn't defeat both of them by himself.
Moreover, there is a woman behind that playboy who has not yet made a move. Who knows what her strength is?
He turned his head and looked at the vermilion carriage, his brows furrowing deeply.
He didn't understand why the Moon Goddess hadn't made a move earlier.
If the Moon Goddess were to intervene, with her strength as a half-step terrestrial immortal, along with him and his two maids, the chances of catching that group of people would be at least 90%.
Does the Moon Goddess have some reservations? Or does she simply not care about his life or death?
A vague sense of unease and loss welled up inside him, like a crumpled piece of paper that he couldn't smooth out no matter what he did.
He took a deep breath, stood up, clutched his injured right arm, and staggered back to the carriage.
He lifted the carriage curtain, bent down and climbed in, sitting opposite Chen Ruoyao. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were full of incomprehension and resentment.
"Miss Suxin, why didn't you make a move just now?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of suppressed resentment at being abandoned.
Chen Ruoyao leaned against the car wall, her face solemn and her brows furrowed.
Her fingers clenched slightly inside her sleeve, her fingertips icy cold.
She couldn't say that she was afraid of revealing her strength or that Xu Longxiang would see through her disguise, nor could she say that she was distracted and forgot to make a move because she discovered the woman who looked exactly like her.
She had to find a reasonable reason that Xu Longxiang could believe.
She looked up at Xu Longxiang, a deep sense of apprehension and fear flashing in her eyes.
That fear wasn't feigned; she was genuinely terrified of the person who looked exactly like her.
"Just now I sensed an extremely powerful aura nearby. That aura was even stronger than mine. I haven't made a move because I've been trying to lock onto that aura, afraid it might suddenly launch a sneak attack. But that aura was too strong; I couldn't lock onto it."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the fleeting panic in them.
Xu Longxiang's face suddenly changed, becoming even paler than before.
Stronger than the Moon Goddess?
How is that possible?!
He felt a sudden shock, as if he had been hit hard on the back.
Oh no! That person's status is definitely not simple!
Not only were there two maids at the first-grade Finger Profound Realm, but there were even stronger individuals protecting him in the shadows!
He originally planned to wait a while, gather Fan Li, Mo Ya, and the others, before going to hunt down that spoiled brat.
However, if there is an even more powerful being by their side, then it might be really difficult to make a move.
He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't figure out which high-ranking official's son that playboy was.
There are very few aristocratic families in the capital that can afford such grandeur and such guards, but none of them have any grudges against him and have any reason to come to the southwestern border.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. The unease in his heart grew stronger, like a thick fog that obscured his vision, making him unable to see anything clearly or understand anything.
He decided to go and discuss with Fan Li immediately what to do.
Fan Li is the top strategist in the Northern Frontier. He is meticulous, knowledgeable, and will surely be able to help him untangle this mess.
Xu Longxiang raised his head and looked at Chen Ruoyao, his voice hoarse and tired.
"Miss Suxin, let's go back first. I have something to discuss with Fan Li."
Chen Ruoyao also had something she wanted to verify. She needed to find out as soon as possible who the person who looked exactly like her was, why he/she was here, and what their relationship was with that spoiled brat.
She nodded, her voice soft.
"it is good."
The carriage slowly turned around and drove back along the route it had come from.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, making a monotonous, dull "thump" sound, crushing the whispers and murmurs still taking place on the street.
Xu Longxiang leaned against the car wall with his eyes closed, blood still seeping from the wound on his right arm, staining his sleeve red.
The words of that spoiled brat echoed repeatedly in his mind: "You wait, when I return to the capital, I will tell my father and have His Majesty punish you severely!"
A deep chill welled up in his heart, like the coldest snow in the North, settling there and lingering for a long time.
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Yun Suxin followed Qin Mu and his group back to the mansion that had plunged her into hell, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge.
Her heart was filled with even greater despair, like a lamp whose oil had been drained, its last glimmer of light flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
She had hoped to rely on Chen Ruoyao to get out of her current predicament, but the other party never showed up.
Xu Longxiang appeared, but he was also a good-for-nothing. He was beaten to a pulp by the two women and did nothing at all. He didn't even manage to hurt a hair on the head of that spoiled brat.
She didn't escape; she had to return to that place that felt like hell to her.
Yun Suxin felt utterly hopeless.
She had considered taking advantage of the chaos to escape.
But after thinking about it, she still didn't dare to run away, because she was just an ordinary person with no power, and any of her servants could easily subdue her.
If she manages to escape in the chaos and gets caught, who knows how that spoiled brat will torture her? Just thinking about those perverted methods makes her tremble.
So she didn't run away. Gritting her teeth and holding back her tears, she obediently followed them back like a dog with its neck leashed.
The only saving grace now is that this spoiled brat is really a fool!
He actually dared to provoke Xu Longxiang and even said in front of Xu Longxiang that he would report Xu Longxiang. Xu Longxiang must have found a way to kill him.
So she only needs to wait a few more days for Xu Longxiang to kill this scoundrel, and then she will regain her freedom.
Thinking of this, Yun Suxin felt a renewed sense of hope.
She walked through the gate of the mansion, crossed the courtyard, and with her head down, prepared to return to her small and dark side room.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and pack your things!"
Qin Mu's voice suddenly came from the front yard, carrying an unquestionable and imperious tone.
Yun Suxin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her head.
She saw the servants in the mansion swarming about like bees whose nest had been disturbed, some carrying boxes, others lifting cabinets, creating a bustling scene.
The spoiled young master stood in the center of the courtyard, hands behind his back. Zhao Qingxue, Jiang Zhaoyue, and Yun Luan stood behind him, expressionless, like three exquisite porcelain statues.
Yun Suxin's heart sank.
She mustered her courage, stepped forward, lowered her head, and spoke in a hoarse voice with a barely suppressed tremor.
"Young master, what... what are you doing?"
Qin Mu turned his head, looked at her, and said in an annoyed tone.
"Of course we're running away! I've discovered Xu Longxiang's secret. Do you think that bastard will let me go? He'll definitely try to kill me! So tonight, we'll leave immediately and head back to the capital!"
Yun Suxin's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart skipped a beat.
Back to the capital?!
Doesn't that mean we're getting further and further away from the southwestern border?
Doesn't that mean we're getting further and further away from the Moon Goddess Cult?
Yun Suxin's lips twitched slightly.
Sometimes she really wondered if this spoiled brat was a complete idiot. Sometimes he did things as stupid as a pig, and sometimes he was as cunning as a devil.
You could call him a fool, but he knew he had to run, knowing Xu Longxiang wouldn't let him go.
While he might be considered shrewd, he dared to provoke Xu Longxiang to his face and even revealed all his personal details.
Qin Mu frowned as he looked at her dazed expression, and his voice suddenly rose several octaves, filled with undisguised impatience.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help move these things!"
Yun Suxin trembled all over, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur standing on end.
She lowered her head, bit her lip, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"Yes...Young Master."
She turned around and walked towards the messy pile of luggage. She bent down, picked up a heavy wooden box, and walked step by step toward the door.
Her back was thin and frail, like a flower broken by a storm, swaying precariously in the wind.
After Yun Suxin left, Zhao Qingxue looked at Qin Mu, her lips slightly upturned, and she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.
She walked to his side, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of curiosity and a touch of teasing.
"Your Majesty, did you deliberately recognize Xu Longxiang in an attempt to use this opportunity to leave?"
Qin Mu smiled, patted his folding fan lightly twice in his palm, making a "slap slap" sound.
"That's part of the reason, but not entirely."
He paused, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the few bamboos in the courtyard that were rustling in the autumn wind, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Mainly, I wanted to see Xu Longxiang's anxious state, to put some pressure on him, so he wouldn't just spend all his time thinking about romance and neglect his career. I'm getting impatient for him!"
The three women couldn't help but smile when they heard this.
Zhao Qingxue covered her mouth, her laughter as clear and melodious as a silver bell.
Jiang Zhaoyue lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Yunluan's icy face.
Qin Mu closed his folding fan, his smile fading slightly, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
"However, before I leave, I must go and see the Moon Goddess's substitute."
Yunluan paused slightly, took a step forward, placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and spoke in a clear and steady voice.
"Your Majesty, shall I continue to accompany you?"
Qin Mu waved his hand, his tone calm but with an undeniable certainty.
"No need. I can go alone."
His figure swayed, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the morning breeze, like a cloud blown by the wind, and he disappeared silently into the depths of the courtyard.
Yunluan stood there, watching the disappearing figure, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, before she regained her usual coldness.
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