My Most Beautiful Fiancée

The world around him was completely clear.

Divine Master Cai was stunned. This wasn't how he'd imagined it at all. He thought killing Jiang Long would be a piece of cake!

'Why did things turn out this way? How is this possible?'

"How are you so strong..."

Jiang Long smiled faintly. "I have you to thank for this, Divine Master Cai. My injuries have fully healed! My spiritual sense is far stronger than before. I'm not afraid of you."

Divine Master Cai's face was a mask of astonishment, his expression turning grim.

He snapped out of it a moment later, his only thought to flee for his life. Jiang Long waved a hand, and a powerful stream of pure energy shot straight for him.

In the blink of an eye, it struck Divine Master Cai's Primordial Spirit, shattering it into smithereens that were impossible to distinguish.

Fortunately, this was a Primordial Spirit. Being scattered didn't mean death. Divine Master Cai had no choice but to use all his strength to flee.

After a great deal of effort, Divine Master Cai reassembled his Primordial Spirit and rushed back home. The moment he returned, his eyes flew wide and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. PTOO!

Elder Ning and Ning Zuoren were shocked by the sight. "Divine Master Cai, are you alright?" Elder Ning asked urgently.

A trace of anxiety appeared on Ning Zuoren's face. He was struck by a feeling of failure. 'What are we going to do if this has all gone wrong?'

"Jiang Long was there!" Divine Master Cai managed to say, his face deathly pale.

Elder Ning's eyes flickered. 'Jiang Long is from the Military Suppression Bureau. How did he get involved in this?'

'What will we do if this gets out of hand?'

But he immediately realized there was no turning back. Failing now would be even worse.

Just as Elder Ning was wavering, Divine Master Cai gasped for breath and passed out. Fortunately, when they checked, he was still breathing. At least he was alive.

Elder Ning's expression was grim. "How could Jiang Long have been there? And how could he have injured Divine Master Cai?"

Ning Zuoren's face twisted with rage, his killing intent palpable. "That half-crippled bastard Jiang Long dared to interfere? Does he have a death wish?"

Elder Ning called over a few servants to take Divine Master Cai back home.

After the servants carried the man away, Ning Zuoren said with an anxious expression, "Dad, we can't let Jiang Long live. He's already severely injured, yet he's still fighting us. This is a clear provocation! If we don't eliminate him, I'm afraid few will listen to us in the future!"

Elder Ning, who had already devised a plan, said calmly, "Go inform his sect. Tell them Jiang Long was the instigator. Those sect people are notoriously petty. They'll surely dispatch experts to kill him."

Ning Zuoren's eyes lit up with ecstatic excitement. "So that's how we'll do it. I'll go make the arrangements at once. Dad, what about Mu Lin? He keeps getting in the way, making everything a nuisance."

Elder Ning stroked his beard, then picked up his teacup for a sip. "He's not worth worrying about. I have my ways of dealing with him, and I promise you, he won't get off easy."

Ning Zuoren suddenly understood. His father had a foolproof plan all along.

He knew his father too well. Moments like these were when his father's years of accumulated experience and connections came to the forefront.

In terms of connections, wealth, or experience, he was still not even a tenth of the man his father was.

Every time his father adopted this posture, it meant he was about to make a ruthless move.

After Ning Zuoren left, Elder Ning made a phone call.

Back at the Xu Family residence, no one had even realized what had happened.

The confrontation between Primordial Spirits was a high-level, fleeting affair. Those with insufficient cultivation wouldn't have even known it took place.

Jiang Long was displeased. He couldn't believe he had failed to stop Divine Master Cai. The man remained a huge threat to the entire Xu Family, and by extension, could potentially harm Mu Lin.

"Mr. Mu, I'm truly sorry I couldn't stop Divine Master Cai!"

"He came here full of aggression, and his target was you. He wanted to use his Primordial Spirit to destroy your spiritual sense. If he had succeeded, we would've been in serious trouble."

"I tried, but the man is extremely cunning. He actually split into dozens of fragments to escape."

A Land Immortal's Primordial Spirit is the core of their power. Because of limited resources, people like Jiang Long forgo the condensation of a Yin Spirit and break through directly, forming what is known as a Little Primordial Spirit.

In contrast, those like Divine Master Cai, who possess a Yin Spirit and ascend by tempering it into a Primordial Spirit, are said to have a Great Primordial Spirit.

Fundamentally, Jiang Long's Primordial Spirit was no match for Divine Master Cai's. He had only been able to confront him because Divine Master Cai had just ascended and his foundation was not yet stable, giving Jiang Long a temporary advantage.

If they were to fight for real, Jiang Long honestly might not have gained any ground against Divine Master Cai.

Mu Lin smiled graciously. "Thank you for your righteous intervention, Team Leader Jiang."

In truth, even without Jiang Long, he could have held his own against Divine Master Cai and wouldn't necessarily have been at a disadvantage.

He was even confident he could have crushed Divine Master Cai's Primordial Spirit at its very source.

But Jiang Long had charged in too eagerly and engaged Divine Master Cai directly. Fearing Jiang Long would be caught in the crossfire, Mu Lin had to abandon his own attack.

Xu Jishan said, filled with gratitude, "I must thank you both for everything today. Why don't you stay for a casual meal, and allow me to express the gratitude of the Xu Family on their behalf?"

Mu Lin saw that it was indeed evening and figured it wouldn't be right to refuse a meal, so he agreed.

Xu Jishan was thrilled and immediately called for the servants to begin preparations.

In the blink of an eye, the kitchen was abuzz with activity, preparing a table especially for Mu Lin and Jiang Long.

The Xu Family may have fallen on hard times, but their resources were still substantial. The chefs, despite having been under the Spirit Puppet Curse, loyally went to the market to purchase an abundance of ingredients.

So things were actually looking up.

It was a little surprising.

Jiang Long finally found a moment to ask Mu Lin about the family's control. "Mr. Mu, were you the one who broke the Xu Family's Spirit Puppet Curse?"

Mu Lin nodded. "I was. You just have to strike it with Pure Yang Power. It never fails."

Mu Lin explained simply, and Jiang Long had a sudden realization. So that's how it worked.

Jiang Long said with admiration, "Mr. Mu, you're just incredible. I honestly don't know what you *can't* do. You're a master of medicine, martial arts... is there anything in this world you're not capable of?"

Mu Lin pondered for a moment. "I can't give birth?"

This left Jiang Long speechless.

Xu Jishan mused, "We have to thank you properly, Mr. Mu. Please, name anything you want."

Mu Lin said, "I really don't need anything... Why don't we just let it be!"

Suddenly, Xu Tianming's eyes lit up as he remembered something. "Grandpa," he said, "doesn't our family have a collection of ancient texts? Why not use those to thank Mr. Mu? We could let Mr. Mu choose some. We're just hoarding them, unable to understand their value. It would be better to let Mr. Mu take a look. In his hands, I'm sure their true worth will be realized."

After speaking, Xu Tianming couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat. For a member of a branch family like him to speak so presumptuously, he would normally risk a slap in the face from someone in the main family line.

But this time was different. He had proven his worth and made a significant contribution; otherwise, the Xu Family would have lost everything.

As a result, the members of the main family line remained silent, discreetly eating their food.

It was a moment of epiphany for Xu Jishan. He slapped his thigh hard. "That's right! These ancient texts have been in the Xu Family collection for quite some time, and I've rarely had a chance to study them. They've just been sitting here, collecting dust, going to waste. Who knows when they might have been put to use."

"Why don't we give them to you, Mr. Mu! I'll have the servants pack them up, and you can take them all with you!"

Mu Lin quickly waved his hands in refusal. "How could I possibly do that? The Xu Family worked very hard to collect these texts. I can't just take something you cherish."

"Not at all! I just collected them to look impressive," Xu Jishan said. "There was a time when collecting ancient texts was all the rage, so of course, I had to jump on the bandwagon and bought a whole bunch. But trends are fleeting. Right as I gathered them and was about to show them off, the fad died."

"Please, take as many as you like! Don't be polite!" Xu Jishan said with great enthusiasm.

Mu Lin found it impossible to refuse, and he was genuinely curious about the ancient texts, so he followed Xu Jishan to the family's storeroom.

Xu Jishan continued, "Actually, our Xu Family originally made its fortune through martial arts. It's just that after we became prosperous, the younger generations were unwilling to endure the hardships of training, so much of it fell by the wayside. In the back of the storeroom, you'll find the secret manuals the family used back when we were first starting out."

Jiang Long, who was following with his hands clasped behind his back, saw the manuals and shook his head repeatedly. "These are all rather ordinary, hardly the best choice. If you're interested, Mr. Mu, the Military Suppression Bureau's repository can be opened to you as well!"

Jiang Long's words made Xu Jishan feel quite awkward. This was Xu Family territory, after all. Was it really appropriate for Jiang Long to disparage the Xu Family so openly, showing them no respect at all?