Chapter 162 : Wan Changming (Full Chapter)
When Wu Kui heard those words, the anger on his face intensified.
He turned around, and what entered his vision was Chu Ge's incomparably handsome face—the very face he loathed to the core.
"Have you forgotten?" Chu Ge said lightly. "Your cousin is still here. I've always been a kind-hearted person—I can't bear to see someone die without even a proper burial. You should take him back and bury him properly."
A smile hung at the corner of Chu Ge's lips. With a casual kick, he sent Wu Xiao's corpse flying toward Wu Kui.
Crack—crack…
Wu Kui's fists clenched so tightly that they cracked audibly. In the end, however, he could only reach out and catch the corpse that Chu Ge had kicked over.
Without saying another word, he turned and left.
There was nothing he could do to Chu Ge. Even in their brief earlier exchange, when he had gone all out, he hadn't been able to injure Chu Ge in the slightest.
At this moment, the rage on Wu Kui's face was less true anger than it was a mask—one meant to conceal the terror and shock in his heart.
After all, the gaze of a Heaven-Reaching Marquis was fixed right here. With a single thought from her, he could be erased from existence!
Wu Kui departed, carrying the corpse of Wu Xiao—the prodigy ranked fourteenth on the Heavenly Prodigy List.
As soon as Wu Kui left, the expression on Lingxiao City Lord Wan Changming's face instantly changed.
He turned toward Ying Qingjue.
"This… senior…"
Normally smooth and adept with words, he found himself at a loss.
A Marquis stood before him. In the presence of such an existence, his status as Lingxiao City Lord amounted to nothing.
Ying Qingjue merely glanced at him, then shifted her gaze to Chu Ge, who was walking over at an unhurried pace.
"Xiao Ge, should I make a move and wipe out the Wu family? That way, there won't be trouble later."
The moment those words fell, Wan Changming's expression changed dramatically, his heart tightening in alarm.
This Marquis… her killing intent was far too heavy!
The Wu family was no small clan. Counting direct descendants, collateral branches, and side lines, they numbered tens of thousands—let alone the many minor families attached to them.
To speak of exterminating such a family so casually, without the slightest concern for consequences—even someone accustomed to life and death found it shocking.
But what stunned Wan Changming even more was this—
A Marquis… was clearly taking Chu Ge as the one in charge.
Her actions were guided entirely by his will.
It was as if, with a single word from Chu Ge, she would immediately act and erase the Wu family from Lingxiao Ancient City!
The implications behind such a scene made Wan Changming unable to stop himself from speculating.
Just who exactly is this young man?
What kind of terrifying background does he possess, to command the obedience of a Marquis?
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the refined and elegant young man before him seemed increasingly mysterious and noble—
As though he were no mortal at all, but a banished immortal descended from the heavens.
"Indeed… it would be troublesome…"
To everyone's shock, Chu Ge actually fell silent in thought, as if seriously considering Ying Qingjue's suggestion.
At this sight, Wan Changming's heart leapt into his throat. He hurriedly spoke up in alarm.
"No, no! Absolutely not!"
Of course, he would love nothing more than to see the Wu family—a force constantly trying to ride roughshod over the City Lord's residence—fall into ruin.
But not like this.
They could not be destroyed by outsiders.
If the Wu family were wiped out, he, as the ruler of Lingxiao Ancient City, would inevitably face severe punishment. That was the last thing he wanted.
Moreover, the two of them were discussing exterminating a major clan in broad daylight, right in front of him. It put him in an impossible position.
No matter what, he was still the City Lord of Lingxiao, responsible for safeguarding its residents.
Regardless of the Wu family's actions, they were still part of Lingxiao Ancient City.
If they were wiped out right before his eyes, his tenure as City Lord would be finished.
Seeing this, Chu Ge couldn't help but smile inwardly.
He had never intended to annihilate the Wu family outright.
Doing so would not only mean becoming enemies of the Wu family, but also of Lingxiao Ancient City—and even the entire Wanqing Imperial Dynasty.
Even with Ying Qingjue by his side, he couldn't provoke such powerful enemies without cause.
After all, he represented more than just himself—he also stood for the Taihuang Sacred Land behind him.
"Oh?"
Before Chu Ge could speak, Ying Qingjue spoke first. Her gaze shifted and settled on Wan Changming, making his heart skip a beat.
Wan Changming was no stranger to Marquis-level figures.
Not long ago, as a member of the Wanqing Imperial royal family with outstanding cultivation talent, he had seen ancestor-level figures of this realm.
Even now, the reigning Wanqing Emperor—whom he called elder brother—was also an Eighth Heaven cultivator.
Yet none of them had ever given him pressure as overwhelming as the woman before him, whose beauty could topple the world.
"Heh… well… about that…"
Wan Changming's mind raced for a suitable response—until his eyes suddenly landed on Mu Qinglan standing nearby. His eyes lit up at once.
Mu Qinglan noticed his gaze and immediately stepped forward with a polite bow.
"Qinglan greets Uncle Wan."
"Haha! Isn't this little Qinglan?" Wan Changming laughed warmly. "You've come to Uncle's Lingxiao City with friends and didn't even inform me! Come, come—bring your friends to my City Lord's residence. Let your uncle host you properly!"
"And perfect timing—you haven't seen my Qingchi for quite some time. She's been missing you terribly. Just right for you two close friends to catch up!"
As he spoke, Wan Changming kept signaling to her with his eyes.
Chu Ge watched the scene, the corners of his lips curving upward.
This Lingxiao City Lord… was quite an interesting man.
Mu Qinglan felt a bit helpless. She did want to become friends with Chu Ge and the others—but so far she'd only exchanged a few words with Chu Ge, not even knowing his name.
How was she supposed to speak up?
"Uh… this young master… and the two elder sisters… what do you think?"
Left with no choice, as both Wan Changming and Chu Ge's group were looking at her, Mu Qinglan braced herself and spoke awkwardly, casting a slightly pitiful, pleading look toward Chu Ge.
Seeing this, Chu Ge pondered for a moment.
That brief silence made both Mu Qinglan and Wan Changming extremely uneasy, time seeming to slow to a crawl.
Fortunately, Chu Ge's next words finally eased their hearts—
And even brought genuine smiles of relief to their faces.