As Gu Qianying arrived, Lu Zhu’s taut nerves finally relaxed, as if she had found her backbone.
Clad in red, she approached against the light, her cold eyes radiating an aura of disdain for the world.
Gu Qianying’s arrival immediately captured everyone’s attention, making her the sole focal point.
Behind her, Nangong Mo, dressed in snow-white robes, floated like an exiled immortal, exuding a cold and noble presence.
The Sixth Prince, Nangong Li, wore a luxurious brocade robe, idly twirling a folding fan, a roguish smile often gracing his lips.
Rolaya Ta, tugging at his arm, her shrewd eyes darting around, fearful that there might be a woman more beautiful than her present.
Du Chun remained in white, his hair tied up, his gentle and refined demeanor making him seem approachable wherever he went.
Upon seeing Gu Qianying and her companions, the crowd maintained a defensive stance.
Even Elder Han took a few steps back, though his demeanor remained as arrogant as ever.
“This is an internal matter of our tribe. It is not appropriate for a divine physician to be here, is it?” Elder Han’s gaze was sharp.
Gu Qianying curved her lips, deliberately putting her arm around Lu Zhu’s shoulder in front of everyone. “We don’t feel it’s inappropriate.”
“Indeed, the livelier it is, the more I like it.” Nangong Li, playing with his fan, walked up to Elder Han, the fan in his hand rustling.
Autumn had passed, winter had arrived, and the air was often filled with biting winds that felt chilling against the face.
“Look, it’s so lively here,” Rolaya Ta added, echoing Nangong Li’s sentiment.
Nangong Mo and Du Chun remained silent.
Nangong Mo’s deep eyes were fixed on Gu Qianying; everyone else in his sight was mere air.
“It’s them! It’s them! They colluded with the Saintess to kill my father. Elder Han, these outsiders are all venomous. Elder Han, we cannot let them stay here any longer!” Atawusi pointed at Gu Qianying and her group, weeping as if flowers were falling in the rain, showing great sorrow.
The Wuren behind her echoed, “Yes! We cannot let these outsiders stay here. Drive them out!”
“Father, your death was so unjust, Father…” Atawumeng cried, kneeling on the ground, clutching her handkerchief. Her frail body swayed precariously, and the servants behind her also knelt.
Her appearance ignited the sympathy of all the Wuren present.
“Yes! Drive them out!”
“Drive them out!” The Wuren present shouted excitedly.
Some even picked up their weapons.
A few quick-handed individuals directly grabbed stones from the ground and hurled them at Gu Qianying.
“Girl, be careful!” Nangong Mo swiftly stepped forward, grabbed Gu Qianying, and shielded her in his arms as he turned.
The few small stones flew past their eyes.
Their gazes both turned cold.
Before Nangong Mo could act, Gu Qianying directly raised her jade hand, caught the small stones about to land, and flung them back with force.
The few stones seemed imbued with immense power.
They returned the way they came…
“Ah!” Three Wuren, clutching their heads, eyes, or noses, fell backward simultaneously, emitting screams.
Seeing this, those who had intended to throw rotten eggs at Gu Qianying and her group immediately abandoned the thought, terrified. These outsiders were too formidable; they dared not offend them.
“You outsiders are so arrogant in our Wuren tribe. Do you think our Wuren tribe’s Wu Shu is merely for show?” Just then, a tall, slender man slowly entered. He wore a black cloak, his neck encircled with snow-white fox fur. His face was like jade, and his demeanor was elegant and dignified, appearing noble and authoritative.
As he approached, four burly young men in black robes followed him, their eyes fierce and their presence radiating killing intent.
As he moved forward, all the Wuren present automatically parted to create a path, and even Elder Han, who had been leading, kept a respectful distance.
Atawusi, who had been wiping her tears, quieted her cries. She stood respectfully, as if afraid to act recklessly.
Gu Qianying and her companions looked at the man.
“Wow, what a beautiful man!” Rolaya Ta exclaimed.
The Sixth Prince, Nangong Li, instantly darkened his face. He raised his hand to cover Rolaya Ta’s eyes, gritting his teeth. “You slut, stop looking. If you keep looking, I won’t want you anymore!”
Rolaya Ta countered by pinching the flesh on Nangong Li’s hand. “What did you say? Say that again, you damn woman!”
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Be good, I was wrong.”
Upon seeing the man approaching, Gu Qianying showed no expression. However, Nangong Mo beside her glanced at his wife, then directly wrapped his arm around her waist. As he looked at the approaching man, a hint of coldness entered his calm eyes.
Lu Zhu stood frozen, the dagger in her hand falling to the ground with a crisp sound. Gu Qianying looked at her, noticing the mist in her eyes and her pale complexion. She gently pushed Nangong Mo away and walked to Lu Zhu, taking her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Miss… I… I’m fine.” Lu Zhu seemed on the verge of tears but held back. As the man drew closer, she immediately turned her back.
Gu Qianying shielded Lu Zhu behind her before looking back at the man, her voice cold. “Who are you?”
The man did not answer. Upon meeting Gu Qianying’s gaze, he paused for a moment, then looked behind Gu Qianying. His voice seemed to warm slightly. “Ameng, after five years, you have finally returned.”
Gu Qianying frowned. Nangong Mo’s face remained expressionless. Nangong Li and the others looked on in confusion.
Damn it! An old acquaintance?
It was Elder Han who spoke, “Young Master of Wucheng, why have you come?”
Wucheng, the Dark King of the Wuren tribe. This person was the young master of the Wuren tribe, the illegitimate son of Tianji Wuchang. Originally, after Tianji Wuchang fell ill, he should have inherited the position of tribal chief, but he refused. Later, the father of the current chief, Atayata, inherited it.
“This young master came to see what kind of person the divine physician who is to treat my father is. I never expected that the so-called divine physician would be so arrogant. Do you really think our Wuren tribe is easy to bully?” His sinister eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. Wucheng scrutinized Gu Qianying and her companions.
“A misunderstanding, you misunderstand. They are my friends, and this elder sister is the divine physician I invited. Today, Elder Han was pressuring me, and Qianying sister couldn’t bear to see it, so she came to stand up for me.” Lu Zhu wiped her tears and immediately turned around, explaining. She knew Wucheng’s character and capabilities well. In terms of Wu Shu, Wucheng was unfathomably profound, and she did not want Wucheng to harm her friends.
“Oh? Pressuring you, how did he pressure you?” Wucheng walked closer to Lu Zhu, his seemingly smiling face covered in frost. Lu Zhu remained silent, her jade hand hidden within her wide sleeves clenched tightly. A longing that had sprouted deep within her heart was well concealed.
“Young Master, it was these people who killed my father. I beg you to uphold justice for me!” Atawusi, without further crying, came before Wucheng and knelt at his feet, accusing Gu Qianying and her group. Gu Qianying looked at her…