"Bastard! Kneel and apologize!"
A stern shout interrupted the killing intent that was gathering in Mu Qingge’s eyes.
She recognized the owner of that voice, and they had just parted ways not long ago.
’Ying Ze has arrived, hasn’t he?’ The spiritual power entwined around Mu Qingge’s right index finger gradually dissipated.
Ying Chuan’s seeking death was Ying Chuan’s business; she wouldn’t direct her anger toward Ying Ze because of it.
The killing intent on her finger cover had just dissipated when Ying Ze descended from the sky, landing in front of Ying Chuan. He turned and slapped Ying Chuan hard, knocking him to the ground.
"Young Master!" The elder of the Ying Family, seeing Ying Ze appear, felt immense joy, moved to tears.
Ying Ze’s face was cold, and his sharp eyes cut fiercely at Ying Chuan, who was clutching his face on the ground, looking at him. The anger in his heart was hard to suppress.
He had only been away from home for a few months, and his good brother dared to cause such trouble behind his back.
Ying Ze clenched his fists; if the person in front of him wasn’t his own brother, he would have killed him with a punch already.
"Kneel." Ying Ze coldly ordered.
Ying Chuan’s body trembled, hatred still dwelling in his eyes, but defiance rose within them.
However, he didn’t dare to resist Ying Ze.
Because, he knew very well that while he could use the Ying Family to threaten Mu Qingge and the Sang Family, he was nothing in front of Ying Ze!
The resentment in his heart was firmly suppressed by Ying Chuan, and a look of humiliation appeared in his eyes, but still, under Ying Ze’s gaze, he crawled up from the ground and knelt.
He lowered his head, unwilling to see the surrounding ridicule, nor face Mu Qingge.
He could guarantee that at this moment, Mu Qingge would surely be mocking him!
Seeing him kneel properly, Ying Ze turned to look at Mu Qingge, meeting her amused gaze, and communicated telepathically, "Ying Chuan cannot be killed. If you really kill him, it will put the Ying Family, the Sang family, and Luoxing City in an awkward position."
"He’s the one seeking his own death." Mu Qingge’s lips curled into a faintly mocking smile, also communicating telepathically to Ying Ze.
Ying Ze’s eyes darkened, and he communicated back, "As soon as I returned home, I heard about this, and I rushed over without a moment’s delay."
Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, "And then?" Her smile started to become teasing.
She was very curious to see how Ying Ze would handle this incident.
Ying Ze slightly frowned, assuring Mu Qingge, "Once I take Ying Chuan back, I will confine him within the family, ensuring he causes no more trouble outside and never again provokes you. The Ying Family will also formally apologize to the Sang Clan."
The status of the Ying Family in the West Continent was much higher than that of the Sang Family, and now the conditions Ying Ze offered were already a significant concession, discarding the family’s dignity.
It could be said that if the other party today weren’t Mu Qingge, Ying Ze definitely wouldn’t concede so much.
At most, he would simply take Ying Chuan back to end the matter.
To Mu Qingge, both publicly and privately, Ying Ze did not wish to sever ties.
Publicly, Mu Qingge was a Holy Level Refiner and a Divine Level Alchemist, now a leading figure among the younger generation in cultivation. Her influence may not seem as deep-rooted as the Ancient Clans, but let us not forget her Dragon Teeth team, a Heavenly Level floating guest team controlling a quarter of the Flowing Guest Realm. Straining their relationship would bring no benefits to the Ying Family and might even encourage other families with tensions against the Ying Family to seize the opportunity to draw Mu Qingge to the opposing side.
Privately, the two didn’t get to know each other until after contending at the Ancient Battlefield, having forged a tacit understanding through multiple life-and-death situations, and a promise for a gathering at the Divine Tomb in five years—all reasons Ying Ze preferred not to become estranged from Mu Qingge.
So, he displayed utmost sincerity, hoping to quell Mu Qingge’s rage and remedy the situation.
He looked at Mu Qingge, and Mu Qingge looked back at him.
Mu Qingge could guess Ying Ze’s intentions.
To her, Ying Chuan was like a little clown, posing no threat whatsoever. It’s just that such a pestering rat, occasionally disgusting her, could be annoying.
"What if he refuses to give up? His hatred isn’t so easily extinguished." Mu Qingge communicated to Ying Ze.
Without any hesitation, Ying Ze promised her, "If he refuses to give up, I will personally kill him."
This guarantee caused a slight change in Mu Qingge’s expression. If Han Caicai or Ji Yaohua had made the same promise, she might only believe fifty percent. But since Ying Ze said it, she could believe seventy percent, with the remaining thirty percent as a courtesy to him.
This wasn’t about trust but about the differences in their characters.
Han Caicai’s character involved too much scheming; regardless of what he promised, at critical moments, he would still subconsciously calculate carefully before choosing the most advantageous approach for himself.
And Ji Yaohua was too sentimental; if he were really asked to kill his kin with his own hands, he might not be able to do it.
Only Ying Ze, who has always been true to his word, with his bottom line and principles. Though Ying Chuan was his brother, if he truly persisted in his wrong ways, no matter what, Ying Ze would fulfill today’s promise.
"I also want the Ying Family to return what they got from the Sang Family back then." Mu Qingge’s eyes twinkled, modifying the conditions.
Back then, because of Sang Lanruo, the Sang Family compensated the Ying Family a lot, which had always been a sore point for the family. If they could seize this opportunity to reclaim what was lost, then the face that the Sang Family lost would be restored.
"Alright." Ying Ze agreed readily.
The two exchanged thoughts in an instant, while to outsiders, it seemed like just a few moments.
In the eyes of others, it just looked like Ying Ze and Mu Qingge were silently gazing at each other for a while.
"Come over here!" Ying Ze spoke, directing his attention to Ying Chuan, who was kneeling on the ground.
Ying Chuan looked towards Ying Ze, opening his mouth to utter simple syllables.
The servant bravely interpreted, "Young Master, the Second Young Master says, he is your biological brother, so why do you help outsiders bully him? This person cut off the Second Young Master’s tongue, and instead of avenging him, you interfere with him? Why is that?"
Ying Chuan looked at Ying Ze, nodding fiercely.
Ying Ze’s sharp eyes narrowed dangerously at Ying Chuan, "If you want to die, you don’t need to trouble others; I can do it myself."
This statement made Ying Chuan’s eyes shrink abruptly, utterly shocked.
Ying Ze didn’t explain too much. Some things could only be explained to Ying Chuan after taking him back.
However, given Ying Chuan’s incompetent personality, he probably wouldn’t understand even if explained. Being confined in the Ying Clan was undoubtedly better than him going out and offending those he shouldn’t!
Whether he resented or understood was no longer important. Since he could only stay with the Ying Clan for life, he could go nowhere.
"Come here and kowtow to apologize." Ying Ze commanded once more.
Ying Chuan wanted to resist, but he was powerless against Ying Ze.
Under the mocking and watchful eyes around, he slowly kneeled forward, reaching Ying Ze’s side, raising his bloodshot eyes to look at Mu Qingge.


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