C3 Tibetan Meridian Pavilion

The next morning, Mu Family Scripture Pavilion.

Mu Yun stood outside the pavilion and looked up at the three-story building. He was filled with mixed emotions. Ever since his Dantian was destroyed, he hadn't set foot in this place for a whole five years.

The family rules stated that every year, each disciple of the family could go in to pick a martial skill for ten days. After ten days, regardless of whether or not they have successfully cultivated it, they must return it, or else they would be severely punished by the family.

Although martial skills could not increase one's cultivation, martial skills could completely display the strength of one's cultivation. A good martial skill could even allow a cultivator to fight a battle beyond their ranks.

Today, Mu Yun was going to choose a martial skill that suited him.

"Mu Liang, I want to go in and choose a martial skill book. Help me register it." Mu Yun said to Mu Liang, who was standing guard outside the pavilion.

Mu Liang looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and contempt. "You're just a good-for-nothing, yet you're still wasting the family's resources. Aren't you ashamed?"

Although he was mocking Mu Yun, he still took out a pen and paper to start registering. This was a family rule and he didn't have the guts to go against it.

After the registration was completed, Mu Yun did not care about Mu Liang's contemptuous gaze and entered the Scripture Pavilion alone.

Inside, there were rows and rows of bookshelves. There were all kinds of martial skills, such as fist, palm, finger, axe, hook, fork, blade, sword, halberd, etc., but most of them were low level Martial Spirit Stage martial skills, with a few being Martial Essence Stage martial skills.

As for Martial Profound Stage martial skills, there was only one. It was placed on the second floor and was the family's most precious treasure. Only outstanding disciples had the chance to train it. If his dantian hadn't been destroyed five years ago, perhaps he would have already started cultivating that Martial Profound Stage cultivation technique manual.

Mu Yun walked straight to the Martial Essence Stage bookshelf and started to choose a martial skill.

"Silly boy." A gentle and melodious voice rang out from the entrance. A gentle and graceful woman in a green dress stepped into the Scripture Pavilion.

"Big Sister Ah Mei." The corner of Mu Yun's mouth curled up in excitement. Then, his expression darkened, "Thank you, Sister Ah Mei. I'm sorry." He thought back to what Mu Xiong had said in the Falling Moon Valley. In order to protect her life, Ah Mei had agreed to marry Mu Xiong without hesitation.

"Silly boy, what are you talking about?" Ah Mei gave a shallow smile, showing her white teeth, "I brought you some Pill, are they useful?" Ah Mei took out a bottle of Pill from the Storage Bag at her waist and handed it to Mu Yun.

Mu Yun did not accept it but stared at Ah Meihao's wrist. A patch of cyan and purple was hidden inside the translucent sleeve. It was so out of place with the exposed pure white skin that it was shocking to look at!

Ah Mei seemed to have realized it as well. She retracted her arm and completely retracted the green and purple bruise back into her sleeve. She urged Mu Yun, "Hurry and take it, silly boy."

He did not ask how the Pill came about, nor did he ask her where the wound on her hand came from. Nor did he ask if she had any other injuries on her body, because in his heart, he already had the answer to those questions.

Right now, he only wanted to raise his strength as fast as possible. Only with strength would he be able to rescue Ah Mei out of the pit of fire.

Just as Mu Yun placed the Pill bottle in his pocket, Mu Xiong came. He did not say a word, and his face was ashen. Standing behind Ah Mei, Ah Mei grabbed Ah Mei's hair with one hand and pulled her backward with all her strength. Ah Mei lost her balance and fell backward into Wu Tie's arms.

Mu Xiong looked at Mu Yun provocatively and let go of the hand that was grabbing Ah Mei's hair. A strand of hair slowly fell to the ground.

"Husband." Ah Mei's face was filled with fear as her body trembled. Even her voice was trembling slightly. She was obviously very afraid of Mu Xiong.

"Do you still know that I am your husband? How many times have I told you to stay away from this trash? Why didn't you listen? " Mu Xiong gritted his teeth and said with a ferocious expression.

"Mu Xiong, let her go. If you need anything, come at me." Mu Yun clenched his fists as his eyes turned blood-red.

"You? "Hmph, what qualifications do you have? This is a pleasure for us husband and wife." Mu Xiong sneered, "Remember to call me Young Patriarch in the future."

After saying that, Mu Xiong used his hand to caress Ah Mei's waist. Then he pinched her fiercely. Ah Mei screamed in pain as tears rolled down her face.

Mu Yun's eyes turned bloodshot as he clenched his fists. Wisps of spirit energy wrapped around his fists. He exerted force with his legs and charged towards Mu Xiong. He was furious, completely angry.

"Hmph, useless trash." Mu Xiong snorted in disdain. The spiritual qi in his hands swirled as he casually punched out.

The two fists collided, causing a slight 'ka' sound. Unsurprisingly, Mu Yun felt a sharp pain coming from his arm. Then, it drooped down. The bones in his arm were broken under this attack.

Although Mu Yun's spirit energy quality was four to five times higher than normal spirit energy, he was only at the first level of Martial Spirit Stage. Compared to Mu Xiong's peak level of Martial Essence Stage, he was still lacking a large level and a dozen small levels.

While Mu Yun was injured, the broken sword released the grayish-white fog into the injured area again, repairing the broken bones.

"Oh, you're at the first level of Martial Spirit Stage. You can actually cultivate it again." Mu Xiong picked up Ah Mei and threw her aside, then walked towards Mu Yun. "Salted fish can turn over, but even if it turns over, salted fish can only be a salted fish."

Mu Xiong grinned and walked towards Mu Yun step by step. With spiritual energy lingering in his hand, he threw a punch towards Mu Yun.

This punch was too fast. Mu Yun didn't even manage to see where the fist came from before he felt a sharp pain from his chest. He flew out and smashed a row of bookshelves. Books were scattered all over the floor. This was the difference in strength.

"Pfft!" Mu Yun's internal organs were tearing in pain, the blood in his body was churning. Unable to hold it in any longer, he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the messy books and broken shelves.

"Husband, don't." Ah Mei rushed in front of Mu Yun and put her arms behind Mu Yun, "Mu Yun is a cripple and can't cultivate anymore. Husband, please spare him."

"Bitch." Mu Xiong cursed in a low voice, grabbed Ah Mei and threw her behind him. He looked at Mu Yun with an evil grin, "I'll let you have a taste of your Dantian being broken again."

After saying that, he pointed his finger at Mu Yun's Dantian.

His sword fingers were swift and swift like a gale that was akin to a sudden rain. Mixed with the strong gales, they swiftly approached Mu Yun's Dantian.

He wanted to resist, but right now, he was seriously injured and had no way to retaliate. Although the broken sword was releasing the grayish-white fog to quickly heal his injuries, it was useless as he could only sit there and accept the judgement of fate. His Dantian that he just recovered would once again have to suffer the same fate as before, fate really loved to play tricks on people, and he could only hope that the gray fog that had broken his Dantian would be able to help him recover.

A wave of cold and icy spiritual energy came into contact with Mu Yun's abdomen. Just as he was about to drill into it and destroy it, he suddenly stopped and disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared in the first place.

"What's going on? Why did Mu Xiong's attack stop? Could it be that his conscience found out? " Mu Yun's eyes were filled with doubt. He knew that it was impossible, how could Mu Xiong discover the truth of his heart?

However, the scene in front of him confused him. Mu Xiong still maintained his attacking posture, even pointing his sword fingers at his Dantian. However, his face was full of fear, and cold sweat was pouring out from his forehead.

At this moment, only Mu Xiong could feel it clearly. A formless pressure enveloped him, and he could feel how terrifying the person who released this pressure was. It was probably just this thought alone, and this pressure alone was enough to squash him.

"May I ask who senior is?" Mu Xiong slowly retracted his sword fingers, and looked around cautiously, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. The people who could release that kind of pressure were at least experts in Martial Sect Stage, but were there any experts in Tianhe City?

"You have no right to know who this old man is. Now, scram from the Scripture Pavilion. On account of the fact that we are both surnamed Mu, this old man will spare your life." An elderly voice rang out in the spacious building.

"So it's the senior of my Mu Family. I am the eldest son of Patriarch Mu Qian, Mu Xiong." Mu Xiong cupped his fists with a respectful expression.

"Didn't you hear this old man tell you to scram?" The elderly voice sounded once more, carrying a trace of anger and impatience.

"Yes, junior will take his leave." Mu Xiong bowed again and cupped his fist. He then carried Ah Mei, who was behind him, and slowly left the Scripture Pavilion. Before he left, he even gave Mu Yun a creepy smile.