I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 932 - 931: Slaughter Great Emperor, Mu Chengmiao

"But..." Mu Qing hesitated slightly.

"Your dad must be doing this for your good," Fan Lui Yu said.

"This isn’t just my personal matter; it’s our Fan Family’s issue. Can I handle it myself?

I don’t want to make things difficult for you, and you know, some things we can’t change."

"Okay," Mu Qing nodded slightly.

Then he looked at Uncle Xu and said, "If you do anything to her, I will never forgive my father for the rest of my life."

Protected by two men, Mu Qing stepped off the flower boat, where a prepared vessel was already waiting to receive him.

Meanwhile, Uncle Xu gestured towards the interior of the boat and smiled, "Miss Fan, please."

"Can you follow along?" Fan Lui Yu looked at Xu Zimei, asking earnestly.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

"Young master," Uncle Xu reached out, slightly blocking Xu Zimei’s path.

"What’s the matter? Are you trying to stop me?" Xu Zimei looked up and asked.

"That’s not what I mean," Uncle Xu still smiled, "Just ensuring the young master has considered it thoroughly.

Once you enter here, it will be very hard to extricate yourself.

Leave now, and I’ll act as though nothing has happened."

Xu Zimei glanced at Fan Lui Yu.

Although she was hiding it well, he could still sense her tension.

She was gently pinching the corner of her white robe, and even her breathing seemed heavy.

Xu Zimei remembered what a guard named Gong Lei from the caravan had told him.

Fan Lui Yu had always been a famously good person in Sheng City.

When the Family Head was alive, he protected her so well that she hardly suffered any grievances.

It seems that life’s great ups and downs are just like this.

Her father’s sudden death had brought all the pressures of the house crashing down upon her.

Without any support, she had to venture into the Immortal City, as dangerous as a den of dragons and a pit of tigers.

The taste in her heart must be worse than anyone else’s.

Although Fan Lui Yu was always calm, rarely showing other expressions or emotions, Xu Zimei could not empathize, but he could understand.

"Let’s go," Xu Zimei took Fan Lui Yu by the hand, pushed Uncle Xu aside, and walked inside.

Fan Lui Yu looked at Xu Zimei with gratitude.

Feeling the warmth from his grasp on her wrist, she did not choose to pull away. Instead, in the darkness of the cabin, there was a rare sense of safety.

"Thank you," Fan Lui Yu whispered.

"I’m actually a little scared, not even sure what to do."

"What are you afraid of?" Xu Zimei asked.

"If I tell you, can you keep it a secret?" Fan Lui Yu said.

Then she repeated, "I’ll tell only you.

Although we haven’t known each other for very long and have barely spoken, I don’t know why.

Of all the people I’ve seen lately, I can’t even trust Qing’er and Uncle Chen.

I just feel like I want to trust you, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s a sense of safety or something else.

Anyway, I can’t quite explain it."

Perhaps it was Xu Zimei’s decision tonight that touched Fan Lui Yu’s heart.

Choosing to enter this boat meant he was also involved in the affair and had not stayed aloof.

This made Fan Lui Yu feel she shouldn’t keep it from Xu Zimei.

"If you want to talk, talk; if not, that’s okay too," Xu Zimei replied.

"I can listen or not listen."

"The truth is I know why they’re targeting our Fan Family," Fan Lui Yu replied.

"Including my dad’s death, it wasn’t an accident; it was all because of one thing."

"What thing?" Xu Zimei asked.

Together, they walked through the long corridor to a spacious living room.

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The living room was very quiet and there were no guards in sight, only a middle-aged man seated in the chair at the head of the room.

The man wore a dark cyan robe, with extremely unkempt hair—it didn’t seem dirty but rather of poor quality.

It draped loosely over his shoulders.

His features were somewhat rugged, with notably thick lips and a pair of eyes that were on the smaller side, and he was slightly overweight.

At the moment, he was sitting there quietly brewing tea.

Upon arriving here, Fan Luoyu’s voice that had been speaking halted abruptly.

The two of them came to the doorway and looked at the man.

"You’ve arrived," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"City Lord?" Fan Luoyu asked in surprise.

Looking at the man before her, and then thinking of Mu Qing, they didn’t seem like father and daughter at all.

"Please take a seat," the middle-aged man said with a slight wave of his hand, indicating for them to sit down.

"I am Mu Chengmiao; I won’t bother introducing myself further," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I know you have a history with that girl Mu Qing and are in good terms.

If we really get into it, you’d have to call me ’Uncle.’"

"I wouldn’t dare presume," Fan Luoyu said, shaking her head slightly.

"I know you are upset in your heart; if it were possible, I wouldn’t want to get involved in these matters either."

Mu Chengmiao said with a smile, "After all, there’s no benefit in it for me."

"But City Lord, you are already involved," Fan Luoyu replied.

"Let’s speak plainly, beating around the bush is pointless."

"Since that’s the case, then I won’t hold back," Mu Chengmiao replied.

"That item is in your possession, isn’t it?"

"What item?" Fan Luoyu asked, puzzled.

"See, I said let’s not beat around the bush, and you’re playing dumb, which is pointless," Mu Chengmiao shook his head.

"The item is valuable, but you need to be alive to use it.

Think about what happened to your father."

"Are you threatening me?" Fan Luoyu countered.

"It’s not a threat, just stating a fact," Mu Chengmiao replied.

"Listen to your uncle’s advice, hand over the item. Your Fan Family is already in Immortal City, and with my protection, no one will dare to trouble you."

"I don’t understand what you are talking about," Fan Luoyu stood up and replied.

"If the City Lord insists on playing coy, then please forgive me for not keeping you company."

As Fan Luoyu was about to leave, Mu Chengmiao’s gaze hardened and he said, "When you exit this door, haven’t you thought about the plight of your Fan Family?

And your clan members?"

Seeing Fan Luoyu stop in her tracks, Mu Chengmiao continued, "The Emperor’s Seal of the Slaughter Great Emperor is in your hands, right?"

"The Slaughter Great Emperor?" Xu Zimei frowned slightly.

In the Eastern Continent, in the Extreme West Region, among several Imperial Rule Immortal Sects, besides the True Martial Holy Sect, the strongest was the Purgatory Holy Sect, which boasted two emperors.

The Ancestor, Purgatory Great Emperor, and the second emperor, Slaughter Great Emperor.

This Slaughter Great Emperor could be considered a Great Emperor who had emerged from the Extreme West Region after all.

As for the Emperor’s Seal, Xu Zimei also had some understanding.

The Slaughter Great Emperor had killed countless in his lifetime, even going so far as to kill his own wife and children with his sword.

He truly followed the Way of Slaughter.

After he received Destiny’s mandate, it wasn’t long before he ascended to the Heaven Beyond Heavens.

It was said that he left behind an Emperor’s Seal for his successor.

Of course, this story was somewhat complicated.

The Way of Slaughter has been a controversial topic since ancient times.

Who in their right mind would choose such a path, rejecting their relatives and killing family members, to fulfill their own Great Dao?

Therefore, before ascending, the Slaughter Great Emperor always had great difficulty in finding his successor.