Punish the Traitorous Slave
Mu Yu could keep his nose out of children’s quarrels, but he couldn’t watch Sikong Santu attack Mu Hao. Mu Yu whooshed over and pushed Sikong Santu’s spiritual energy back in his face, alarming the latter. Mu Yu stood by Mu Hao and admonished, “Have some shame. A Primordial Infant Realm cultivator attacking a Foundation Establishment kid a fraction of his age? How low can you go?”
Though Mu Yu’s aura was nothing threatening, Sikong Santu was perturbed. That being said, he was still rational enough to decipher Mu Yu couldn’t be one of the city’s inhabitants if the latter was capable of pushing him back. If there was a youth as capable of Mu Yu, the city would’ve known about him already.
“You are not a citizen of Clearwater City, so I suggest you stay out of our business.”
“Just one question: does your dad know about you changing your surname so frequently?”
“None of your business! If you are picking a fight with our clan, I suggest you think twice!”
“Brother Hao, are you okay?” Mu Xin came running over to her brother but stopped when she saw Sikong Santu. “Uncle Santu, you’re here, too?!”
Mu Hao pulled Mu Xin behind him and, in an enraged voice, warned, “He’s no longer one of us. He’s now Sikong Clan’s lapdog.”
“I really don’t want to get involved with issues that aren’t mine, but your shamelessness crosses my bottom line. He respects you sincerely, yet you tried to ruin his future.”
Boiling blood burning his face, Sikong Santu righteously argued, “Offending Lord Sikong’s younger brother is a crime punishable by death. Think twice before you stick your nose in affairs you can’t handle!”
“Are you telling me Sikong Qiwen would bully a ten year old kid? Wow, some ultimate immortal.”
“Insolence!”
Eager to prove himself to Sikong Qiwen and with his pride bruised, Sikong Santu swung at Mu Yu’s neck hard as he could, laughing as if he was some savage animal. Mu Yu shook his head and flicked qi at Sikong Qiwen’s dantian.
“Pfft!” Sikong Santu’s aura diminished rapidly and was unable to churn qi again as a result of failing to evade Mu Yu’s counter in time. “Y-you destroyed my dantian?”
“As I said, I have no desire to get involved with your clan wars as a visitor who just arrived. I can’t stand your kind, though. If you want revenge, come at me,” Mu Yu declared loud enough to ensure people linked him with Mu Clan.
“Young Master Qiwu, please help me,” Sikong Santu clung to Sikong Qiwu’s leg and begged.
“I thought you were tough, but you couldn’t even take one blow! How are you supposed to protect me now? We don’t feed useless rags!” Picking his jaw up from the ground, Sikong Qiwu kicked Sikong Santu off and cursed. Finger aimed at Mu Yu, he threatened, “You, just you wait. Don’t leave the city. My brother will come for your head.”
Despite delivering a threat, Sikong Qiwu’s legs were already taking him out of the restaurant.
“Uncle Santu,” cried Mu Xin, breaking free of her brother’s hold to run to Sikong Santu. “Uncle Santu, are you all right? Why are you here?”
Mu Xin was oblivious to Sikong Santu’s backstabbing and the fact that he had lost his cultivation. Sikong Santu realised just how wrong he was upon seeing how much she cared for him.
“Xin, let’s go.”
Mu Hao felt bad for Sikong Santu; after all, the traitor was family to Mu Hao in the past. Nevertheless, Mu Hao fathomed what had to be done.
“What about Uncle Santu?”
“He’s fine. The proprietor will take care of him. Let’s go.” Once he reached the door with his sister, Mu Hao turned back and said, “Uncle Santu, you may have turned your back on us, but I won’t return an eye for an eye. You served us for many years, and that won’t be forgotten. We have a vacant property in the west of the city that you can move into. I’ll have someone tidy up. Take care.”
“Thank you for the help, Sir,” Mu Hao expressed to Mu Yu, deliberately being distant so that Mu Yu’s efforts to detach his deeds from Mu Clan wouldn’t go to waste. He stopped his sister from calling out to Mu Yu and hauled her along.
Sikong Santu apologetically sent off the siblings one last time from afar. With nothing left for him except his own guilt-riddled conscience, he shakily drew a dagger and slit his throat…
Great, now I’ve gone and slapped Sikong Qiwen’s dignity. Extrapolating from the trend thus far, I can already smell someone coming for me to inflate his ego after I deflated it. Whatever, I’ll just roll with the punches. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I let Sikong Santu cripple the kid. Guess I can justify it if I put it down to protecting a fan? Mu Yu lamented in his mind as he stealthily followed the siblings back to Mu Clan.
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