Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638: Chapter 73: What a Spectacular Show!

"What! He wants to marry Xuewu? Is he worthy?" Before Sang Lanruo and the surprised Sang Xuewu could speak, Sang Yichen was the first to oppose!

Hearing Sang Yichen’s words, Mu Luofeng’s face changed immediately, and he asked, "Who are you? Is it up to you to say whether I can marry Sang Xuewu?"

"Luofeng, do not be rude," Mu Chen interrupted.

However, it seemed to have no effect.

Sang Yichen sneered, "I am Sang Xuewu’s brother, do you think it’s my place to speak?"

Mu Luofeng was taken aback and immediately put on a different face: "So it’s the future brother-in-law."

"Bah! Don’t make it sound so close, I don’t know you that well," Sang Yichen scolded coldly.

"I will not marry you," Sang Xuewu also said coldly.

...

Fusha City’s sandstorm made it hard for people to open their eyes, and pedestrians on the road always walked hurriedly.

Two spiritual beast cars, one in front and one behind, slowly drove into the city gate of Fusha City. From inside the carriage, a heavily covered curtain was lifted slightly, revealing a pair of curious eyes observing the outside environment.

"Cough, cough." After just one look, she quickly lowered the curtain and coughed uncomfortably. "The sandstorm in Fusha City is really big."

Her words were addressed to the person sitting farthest inside.

The person who had been resting with eyes closed slowly opened them because of her words. However, she did not care whether the sandstorm in Fusha City was big or not; instead, she focused her gaze on a woman beside her, who was exuding a fierce aura.

"Miss Su, are you alright?" she asked.

Su Nuannuan was startled, suppressed the hostility on her body, turned her gaze toward her, and shook her head gently. "Rest assured, Master Mu, I will not act recklessly."

Mu Qingge was silent for a moment, then said to her: "Miss Su, don’t worry, I will definitely give you an explanation today."

"Thank you, Master Mu. If you help me avenge this hatred, my life will be yours," Su Nuannuan saluted Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge just smiled and shook her head, "Your enemy happens to be my enemy as well, it’s just convenient." How dare Mu Luofeng frame her? Even if Su Nuannuan didn’t hold him accountable, she wouldn’t forget.

A sharp gleam flashed in Mu Qingge’s crystal-clear eyes, and a smirk appeared on her lips, filled with heavy sarcasm.

"Fusha City is big, how will we find him?" Jiang Li furrowed her brows and asked.

That Mu Luofeng actually came to Fusha City? This indeed surprised Mu Qingge.

To Jiang Li’s question, Mu Qingge appeared very calm, "No rush, wait for the High Priest’s news." Mu Luofeng was also a candidate of the Mu Clan, and with the High Priest’s predictive abilities, he could definitely find his location.

At this moment, in the spiritual beast car behind, there were only Mei Zizhong and the High Priest.

Mei Zizhong sat quietly, watching the High Priest intently as he repeatedly calculated with several special pieces of jade.

The two spiritual beast cars wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of Fusha City, waiting for the High Priest’s final prediction.

After a while, the High Priest’s eyes suddenly opened wide, bursting with brilliance. "I have not failed my mission!"

"Found it?" A rare hint of concern appeared on Mei Zizhong’s usually calm and placid face. In his heart, he also harbored murderous intent toward those who dared to slander and frame Mu Qingge.

The High Priest exhaled a breath of turbid air and nodded.

On the street of Fusha City, the two spiritual beast cars suddenly stopped. The rear car bypassed the front one and took the lead, and the two spiritual beast cars proceeded again.

...

Fusha City, Sang Family.

In the main hall, Mu Luofeng’s face was extremely ugly. He came personally to propose, yet he was rejected? He was the young master of the Mu Clan, destined for greatness, and today, coming to propose to the daughter of a declining Sang Family was already giving them enough face!

Who would have thought that the people in front of him would be so ungrateful!

Especially that Sang Xuewu, thinking she’s so beautiful, dares to reject him?

This time out, Mu Luofeng never thought he would be rejected. Now his complexion was exceedingly sinister, carrying a hideous expression.

"Sang Family Head..." At this moment, Mu Chen stood up. He did not speak to Sang Lanruo, but to King Sang Shun, who was sitting in the main seat.

King Sang Shun raised his hand to interrupt him, his deep eyes looking at his daughter, and asked in a deep voice, "Lanruo, what do you think of this marriage?"

This sentence indicated that Sang Xuewu’s marriage was to be decided by Sang Lanruo.

In an instant, everyone’s eyes were attracted to her.

Mu Luofeng looked at Sang Lanruo, hiding some evil thoughts in his eyes. He asked, "And this is..."

"She is the mother of Xuewu and Yichen," the Second Elder of the Sang Family answered for him.

’So she is Sang Xuewu’s mother! If I can’t get the daughter, being their stepfather would be great too! Sang Lanruo may be older, but her charm is unmatched by younger women!’ Mu Luofeng thought lecherously to himself, with lascivious eyes fixed on Sang Lanruo.

"Xuewu is still young, it’s not yet time for marriage," Sang Lanruo replied with neither humility nor arrogance. Her meaning was clear—she was rejecting him outright.

Though she had been out of the loop for a while, her eye for people remained strong.

Mu Luofeng, though sharing a surname with her husband’s family, lacked any semblance of the Mu Family’s demeanor. His eyebrows betrayed frivolity, his eyes shifted restlessly, and his intentions were impure. He was not a suitable match at all! How could she marry her daughter off to someone like him?

"Madam, our young master is truly outstanding, and he is the same age as Miss Xuewu. Wouldn’t you consider it again?" Mu Chen interjected once more.

"No need, Xuewu will not marry," Sang Lanruo refused without hesitation. She took Sang Xuewu’s hand and turned to leave. "Let us go."

"Stop!"

Just as Mu Chen was about to persuade them, Mu Luofeng suddenly spoke up.

The tone of his voice made King Sang Shun and the others frown slightly.

"How presumptuous! Even a nameless junior dares to be so arrogant in my Sang Family!" King Sang Shun exclaimed sternly.

Mu Luofeng was frightened for no reason at this reprimand and shrank behind Mu Chen, shouting, "Uncle, protect me!"

His display made Mu Chen and Mu Peng deeply disappointed. With this demeanor, he still wanted to marry?

But, since Mu Luofeng was their young master after all, no matter how inferior, they couldn’t let him be bullied by outsiders. Mu Chen shielded Mu Luofeng behind him and said to King Sang Shun, "Sang Family Head, why would you bother with a junior?"

He infused his words with spiritual power, making everyone’s ears tingle.

Originally, Sang Yichen was mocking Mu Luofeng for embarrassing himself, but the sudden shock of the voice changed his expression, and he looked at Mu Chen in surprise.

Perhaps he didn’t expect such a formidable expert around Mu Luofeng.

If they insisted on forcibly marrying Xuewu, what could be done?

Sang Yichen’s eyes darted, pondering countermeasures in his heart. Beside him, Sang Xuewu and Sang Lanruo, the mother and daughter, huddled together, watching Mu Chen with wary eyes.

"Hmph," King Sang Shun snorted coldly. His aura wasn’t much inferior to Mu Chen’s.

The two of them had an invisible bout, ending in a draw. King Sang Shun was secretly alarmed, his face turned serious. "Are you planning to intimidate my Sang Family?"

"You misunderstand, Sang Family Head. We sincerely wish to marry. Even if the marriage doesn’t succeed, we won’t become enemies," Mu Chen hurriedly explained.

The Third Elder of the Mu Family spoke with a harsh tone, "Since you’ve rejected us, why do you keep forcing us?"

"We’re not," Mu Peng also stood up and said.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two sides was tense and on the verge of a confrontation.

At this moment, Mu Luofeng poked his head out from behind Mu Chen and said, "I said stop, but it’s not necessarily to marry Sang Xuewu. I want to say..." His eyes quickly scanned Sang Lanruo before saying, "If Sang Xuewu is unwilling to marry me, I won’t force it."

That statement was decent, earning an approving nod from Mu Chen.

Originally, as people of the Mu Family, even if a marriage proposal was rejected, they should handle it with magnanimity and grace.

However, the next words of Mu Luofeng infuriated him to the point he almost wanted to slap this bastard to death!

"But, after seeing someone today, I’ve fallen in love at first sight. May I propose to her?" Mu Luofeng said.

"Who is it?" the Second Elder of the Sang Family frowned and asked.

Mu Luofeng straightened his back behind Mu Chen and shouted loudly, "It’s Sang Xuewu’s mother!"

"What did you say!"

"Are you looking for death, boy!"

"Mu Luofeng, shut up!"

As soon as he said this, it stirred a commotion in the main hall.

Everyone from the Sang Family glared at him angrily. Mu Chen and Mu Peng wished they could knock him out and take him away.

Just moments ago, they were proposing to the family’s daughter, and now they wanted to marry the mother? Is there anyone so shameless in this world?

"You degenerate, prepare to die!" Sang Yichen, overwhelmed with anger, directly attacked Mu Luofeng.

Sang Lanruo was both ashamed and furious, Mu Luofeng’s words felt like an enormous humiliation to her! Sang Xuewu tightly embraced her mother, preventing her from collapsing in anger. Her cold, beautiful eyes filled with killing intent as she looked at Mu Luofeng.

Sang Yichen’s attack was blocked by the guard brought by Mu Chen and his group.

In response, the guards of the Sang Family immediately rushed in, drawing their weapons and pointing them at Mu Chen’s group.

King Sang Shun slowly stood up from his seat, his face darkened, brimming with killing intent. He looked at Mu Chen’s group and said, "Today, none of you will leave the Sang Family alive."

His words incited even more Sang Family guards to surround Mu Chen and his group tightly.

"Family Head Sang, please calm down. This is our fault, and we will discipline him properly when we return," Mu Chen hurriedly said. With this, he suppressed his inner anger and instructed Mu Luofeng, "Why haven’t you come out to apologize to Family Head Sang and Madam?"

Mu Luofeng felt he had done nothing wrong. He confidently retorted, "It is true! They bear her surname, and we don’t see the husband in such an important matter as a proposal. I suppose either the husband is dead, or they’ve divorced. Now I am willing to marry her, which is a good thing. How can such a beauty be left to wait alone for life?"

"You! Will you not shut up!" Mu Chen couldn’t help it and slapped Mu Luofeng hard across the face.

Sang Lanruo’s face turned even paler at Mu Luofeng’s words.

She struggled out of her daughter’s embrace, grabbed a sword from a nearby guard, and stabbed directly at Mu Luofeng, shouting furiously, "Shameless thief, give me your life!"

Sang Lanruo’s cultivation, when she left the Middle Ancient Realm, was already at the Gray Realm Fifth Layer. After nineteen years back, although she hadn’t practiced, her spiritual power accumulated over time had broken through to the Silver Realm, now at Silver Realm First Layer.

The force she unleashed in anger was not something the guards brought by Mu Chen could withstand.

In an instant, her attack broke through the defense, and the sharp, cold sword tip pressed straight towards Mu Luofeng’s face, leaving him no avenue to escape.

Mu Luofeng stumbled backward in fright, but Mu Peng intervened at this moment, an Iron Palm crossing in front of Mu Luofeng, blocking Sang Lanruo’s deadly strike.

Though the lethal attack was thwarted, Sang Lanruo didn’t relent and immediately tangled with Mu Peng.

One fought out of rage, while the other defended from culpability.

Mu Peng dared not truly fight back, only passively defending, moving from the main hall to the plaza outside, which connected to the Sang Family’s main gate.

The sound of the fierce battle could be heard even outside the door.

"Mother—!" Sang Xuewu shouted worriedly, rushing out with Sang Yichen.

At this motion, everyone spilled outside, whether they were from the Sang Family or Mu Chen’s group, they crowded out the door, descending onto the plaza and standing upon it.

"Surround them!" Sang Shun ordered, and the Sang Family quickly encircled Mu Chen’s group.

At this moment, Mu Luofeng was still shouting at Mu Peng, "Mu Peng, don’t hurt her!"

The furious Mu Chen struck him again, delivering another slap to his face, causing blood to spill from his lips.

Mu Luofeng held his cheek, his gaze dark and terrifying, yet under Mu Chen’s angry stare, he made no retort.

...

Two Spiritual Beast Cars slowly arrived and stopped outside the Sang Family gate.

From the front car, Mei Zizhong and the High Priest alighted and walked to the rear Spiritual Beast Car.

"Young Master, the person you seek is within this house ahead," the High Priest stood outside the car, respectfully speaking to Mu Qingge inside.

The tightly closed car door opened, and Xuan Ya and Xie Ya emerged successively, then Mu Qingge bent down and stepped out, standing before the Spiritual Beast Car.

Behind her, Jiang Li and Su Nuannuan followed in order to exit.

"The Sang Clan..." Mu Qingge looked up, noticing the ancient plaque on the large doorway, murmuring softly.

She hadn’t expected Mu Luofeng to actually be inside the Sang Family House.

Lowering her insightful gaze, Mu Qingge turned to Su Nuannuan and said, "To prevent him from becoming desperate, please, Miss Su, disguise yourself temporarily and come out once I call for you."

Su Nuannuan silently nodded.

Jiang Li handed her a black cloak, she reached out and took it, draping it over herself, completely hiding her shape and appearance beneath the cloak.

"There seems to be sounds of fighting inside." Suddenly, Xie Ya furrowed her brow and spoke.

With her reminder, everyone else also heard the indistinct sounds of fighting emanating from the Sang Family House.

Meanwhile, on the plaza, separated by the gate, Sang Lanruo grew more and more frenzied, making it increasingly difficult for Mu Peng to defend entirely. Helpless, he had to attack.

His intention was to separate the two, allowing both to cool down and cease this senseless battle.

However, as he struck with his Palm Force, Sang Lanruo chose not to dodge, continuing to attack him.

By the time he wished to withdraw his palm, it was already slightly late; the fierce Palm Force, mixed with Spiritual Energy, struck Sang Lanruo’s shoulder directly, causing her sword to fall, and she herself flew over the wall.

In an instant, she vanished from sight.

This scene caused Mu Peng’s and Mu Chen’s faces to change drastically. King Sang Shun, Sang Xuewu, and Sang Yichen also showed expressions of shock.

Apart from Mu Chen’s group, being surrounded by Sang Family guards, unable to move recklessly, the others chased outside the gate.

Mu Qingge and her group, standing outside the Sang Family gate, suddenly saw a slender figure falling from the air, scattering tiny blood stains across the sky.

Initially, Mu Qingge hadn’t intended to meddle, but given that the falling person’s trajectory was directly towards where she stood.

To avoid being struck, in that fleeting moment, Mu Qingge reached out to catch the falling person, drawing them into her embrace.

This was the moment when the tightly shut Sang Family gate swung open, and a group of people rushed out from inside. They saw two Spiritual Beast Cars parked outside the gate, a group standing outside, alongside Sang Lanruo, who was injured and now held in the arms of a ’man’ in a red robe standing at the forefront.

This scene compelled everyone springing out from the Sang Family to halt.

Mu Peng recognized the person holding Sang Lanruo, his eyes constricting sharply, dropping to his knees and exclaiming loudly, "Qingge Young Master!"

The cold and stern face of Mu Qingge slowly scanned the crowd standing before the gate. Naturally, she saw Mu Peng and heard his cry of ’Qingge Young Master,’ but merely ignored it.

She also saw Sang Xuewu, Sang Yichen, as well as the Third Elder from the Sunset Grassland. Aside from them, there were two more individuals she didn’t recognize, but one had a pair of deep-accented eyes, sideburns frosted, fixedly staring at her.

Meanwhile, Sang Lanruo had become utterly frozen.

Her eyes focused intensely on the purple stud in Mu Qingge’s left ear.

It was an Illusionary Artifact she crafted with her own hands, wearing it to secretly venture into Linchuan Realm, meeting Mu Liancheng, befriending him as brothers, finally marrying him. Ultimately, she personally fitted this purple ear stud on her daughter’s ear, forever altering her fate.

She had not seen this ear stud for nineteen years!

Yearning and longing day and night, today, finally she saw it again.

"Ge’er..." The name she called out in her heart for nineteen years finally escaped her lips.

This whisper at her ear stunned Mu Qingge. She saw the excitement in Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen’s eyes, and in this call, she instantly deduced the identity of the woman in her arms.

Mu Qingge suddenly released her hold, and Sang Lanruo fell directly to the ground.

She sat on the ground, her eyes full of guilt and yearning as she looked at Mu Qingge, who failed to glance at her, instead putting her hands behind her.

"Mother!"

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