Chapter 187
Chapter 187: Questioning
Witnessing this scene, the middle-aged man from Fallen God Peak and Mei Yan Yu, standing within the hall, wore expressions filled with shock. Hastily, they both summoned martial Qi to shield themselves, retreating backward in perfect unison. However, as they sought a swift escape from the hall, their hearts trembled in dread. An invisible flame, burning fiercely, seemed to trap them entirely. As soon as they approached, their hair and clothes ignited on their own, their skin seared by intense heat, making escape impossible.
Observing their plight, Mei Yan Yu’s expression shifted restlessly. He quickly turned towards Murong Xiao Ya outside the hall and asked anxiously: “Young Lady Murong, what is the meaning of this?”
Murong Xiao Ya had no intention of responding immediately. Instead, her gaze rested steadily upon the two ancestors of the Baili Clan as she spoke softly: “Your Baili Clan is among those chiefly responsible. Naturally, I cannot allow your deaths to be easy.”
With a simple wave of her hand, the two Baili Clan ancestors were suddenly lifted upward, crashing through the roof beams of the hall to hover above the Baili residence. At this moment, wherever their eyes fell, they saw each member of the Baili Clan, scattered throughout the estate, clutching their chests as their hearts burst open one by one, instantly extinguishing their life force. Among the fallen were their direct descendants and closest kin.
Witnessing such devastation, the two ancestors’ eyes widened in agony, their grief unbearable. Turning their crimson, enraged eyes downward, they glared fiercely at Murong Xiao Ya, appearing as if they wished to tear her into countless pieces.
Yet Murong Xiao Ya’s face remained utterly calm. Still, the hatred shining in her eyes matched their own. Today, she was the blade, and the Baili Clan merely fish upon her cutting board; their lives or deaths rested entirely in her grasp.
In the next instant, beneath their horrified gazes, their own hearts simultaneously burst, dissolving into blood mist. Like the clan members they had just witnessed, their vitality swiftly drained away. Soon, Mei Yan Yu and the middle-aged man in the hall saw this mist of blood coalesce into strands of pure blood essence, flowing gracefully toward Murong Xiao Ya’s body.
At the same moment, from every corner of the Baili residence, more wisps of blood essence emerged, drawn by some mysterious force to pour into Murong Xiao Ya, merging into her body like countless rivers returning to the sea. In the eyes of Mei Yan Yu and his companion, Murong Xiao Ya’s slender figure, standing quietly amid the dark night, seemed even more terrifying than before.
“What kind of demonic cultivation technique is this?” asked the middle-aged man from Fallen God Peak, his expression grim, as he cast a questioning glance toward Mei Yan Yu. He believed Mei Yan Yu might know the terrifying descendant of the Murong family standing before them and hoped he would shed some light.
Yet Mei Yan Yu only stood silently, his expression grave and filled with unease. He gazed cautiously at Murong Xiao Ya, both stunned and fearful. She was utterly different from how she had appeared during the day. The fact she barred their escape made her intentions increasingly difficult to fathom.
After absorbing all the blood essence, Murong Xiao Ya waved her hand once again. Instantly, a monstrous sea of flames descended from above, engulfing the entire Baili residence, reducing every structure to fiery ruin. Having completed her task, she then turned her eyes toward Mei Yan Yu and the man, now surrounded by roaring flames, and calmly spoke: “Tell me, what connection does the Mei Family have with Fallen God Peak?”
At this question, Mei Yan Yu and the middle-aged man’s expressions dramatically changed. After exchanging quick, uneasy glances, Mei Yan Yu tried his best to control the fear in his heart. Rather than answering, he pleaded: “Young Lady Murong, today’s incident has nothing to do with us or the Mei Family. Please show mercy…”
But before he could finish, Murong Xiao Ya sharply interrupted: “Answer my question. I won’t ask a second time.”
As soon as her words fell, the flames roaring around the hall surged violently, sending two twisting tongues of fire rushing toward Mei Yan Yu and the middle-aged man. Wherever these fire tongues passed, the scorching heat warped space, cracked bricks, and melted the bronze furnace placed within the hall.
Witnessing this horror, Mei Yan Yu and his companion turned deathly pale. At this very moment, an elderly voice suddenly boomed from high above the burning estate: “Hold!”
Immediately afterward, an enormous silver hand formed from the Qi of heaven and earth swiftly plunged down, grasping toward Mei Yan Yu and his companion, who were trapped within the blazing hall.
Murong Xiao Ya only lifted her eyes slightly, entirely ignoring this intrusion. Instead, the tongues of fire moved even faster, fiercely wrapping around the two men.
“No… I am from Fallen God Peak! You are courting your own destruction!” the middle-aged man roared furiously.
“Wait, I’ll speak! I’ll speak!” Mei Yan Yu desperately pleaded at the same moment.
In an instant, the fire tongue coiled around the middle-aged man, turning his flesh to charcoal with searing flames, drawing out screams of unimaginable agony. Meanwhile, another flame hovered mere inches from Mei Yan Yu, singeing his hair and clothing into curled and charred remnants.
Simultaneously, the sea of flames engulfing the Baili estate suddenly surged and twisted into a fearsome, giant fire python. Its flowing embers solidified into fiery scales, marked vividly with blazing gold patterns. With a hiss, the fiery serpent rose high, dragging torrents of scorching flames, fiercely colliding with the massive silver hand above.
Boom!!!
The fiery serpent twisted and coiled, its flames erupting violently. The giant silver hand shattered in mere moments, scattering Qi that distorted and dispersed in the unbearable heat.
Just then, an old man dressed as a servant emerged from within the flames, appearing beside the flame-bound Mei Yan Yu. His wrinkled face was stern, eyes filled with vigilance as he stared cautiously at Murong Xiao Ya standing outside the hall.
“Elder Mu…” Mei Yan Yu weakly spoke, but the elderly servant swiftly raised a hand to silence him.
Murong Xiao Ya’s face was utterly calm, seemingly indifferent to Elder Mu’s sudden appearance. Instead, she coldly addressed Mei Yan Yu again: “Now, you may continue. But remember, if even a single lie leaves your lips, you shall face the consequences.”
At this moment, Murong Xiao Ya stood gracefully, her delicate features strikingly beautiful. Hidden beneath her oversized black robe, her petite figure radiated a power as vast and oppressive as a towering mountain, suffocating those around her until they could hardly breathe.
Mei Yan Yu glanced nervously toward Elder Mu. After a brief hesitation, the elder finally nodded slightly. Mei Yan Yu then turned anxiously toward Murong Xiao Ya and said cautiously: “Young Lady Murong, I hope after answering your question, you will spare our young master.”
Yet Murong Xiao Ya shook her head softly: “You have no right to bargain with me. Speak, or die right now.”
As soon as she finished speaking, flames engulfed the middle-aged man even more fiercely, devouring his martial Qi. His screams filled the air once more in unbearable pain.
“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! Fallen God Peak secretly formed an alliance with the Mei Family!” shouted the middle-aged man desperately, unable to endure the torment a moment longer.