Moao Calendar Year 132, May 2nd

Xia Chuan caught two Cold Resistance Level individuals from Chui Mountain to the north of the Hongguan Camp; it happened shortly after nightfall.

And almost at the same time he took action to capture people.

A dramatic change was also occurring in the Muyin City to the north.

"The Lord is young and ignorant, bewitched by a witch; if this continues, my Muyin City will change its surname to Shangguan. Brothers, charge in with me!"

"Murong Ping, storming the Lord's Hall, this is rebellion!"

"The Lady is the Lord's lawfully wedded wife; daring to lay hands on her is a heinous offense. The former Lord's body is not yet cold, how dare you be so audacious?"

"What nonsense about the Lord Lady, she is a witch sent by Jinshan Town to wreak havoc in my Muyin City. In three years, what has she done to the Town? If she continues to act recklessly like this, Muyin Town will face its downfall."

"Charge into the main hall and seize the witch!"

"Charge into the main hall and seize the witch!"

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Outside the Lord's Hall in Muyin City, more than ten thousand soldiers, armed and ready, were facing off in two camps. The numbers on the side standing near the hall were fewer, only slightly over five thousand, while those standing opposite the hall, glaring angrily, numbered over eight thousand.

Murong Chui's three sons, Murong Ping, Murong Yan, and Murong An, stood at the forefront of over eight thousand men, and it was those three who had shouted at the hall just now.

After Murong Yan uttered the final six words "Muyin Town's downfall is imminent," the eight thousand people behind him instantly charged with excitement, raising their weapons and roaring at the Lord's Hall, demanding to seize the witch Shangguan Hong.

On the other hand, the five thousand standing at the entrance of the hall also drew their weapons, posturing to defend the hall to the death, yet a portion of them showed flickering expressions and uncertain gazes, obviously lacking some confidence. Clearly, not only in numbers but in morale as well, they were complete losers compared to the opposing side.

"Silence!"

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out from the high platform above the hall, causing the cursing voices in front of the hall to abruptly stop, and everyone looked up toward the platform, their gazes slightly stiffening upon seeing who stood there.

On the platform stood a young man and woman, both appearing to be under thirty; the man wore a crown made of pure silver, dressed in the symbolic crimson attire of Muyin Town, intricately woven with silver threads at the chest, sleeves, collar, and various places, emanating an extravagantly noble aura. The woman's outfit was no less lavish; her head adorned entirely with silver accessories, and she too wore a grand, red palace attire interwoven with multiple silver threads.

It was evident from the eyes of the people below that this young man and woman were Murong Yan, the Lord of Muyin Town, and his wife Shangguan Hong.

Murong Yan gazed at the eight thousand individuals below with a particularly grim expression, especially when his gaze settled on the trio of uncles Murong Ping, his eyes flashed with intense killing intent.

Unlike him, Shangguan Hong glanced down with utter disdain, even though she could see that Murong Ping's side had far more people, she did not reveal the slightest hint of panic and instead sneered repeatedly.

"Murong Ping, I have tolerated your insolence as an uncle out of respect, yet you've become increasingly arrogant. Now, you dare to lead so many to storm the Lord's Hall—such treasonous behavior, what is your punishment?"

Murong Yan, though young, assumed his Lordly demeanor at that moment, directly accusing Murong Ping with considerable authority, especially the last angry shout which deliberately increased in volume, slightly stiffening the expressions of over five thousand guarding the hall, instantly boosting their morale remarkably.

This is the effect of rightful authority; no matter what, Murong Yan remains the Lord of Muyin Town. Among these five thousand, though over a thousand Cold Resistance Level individuals came from Jinshan Town, the remaining three thousand are all from Muyin Town.

They are truly loyal to Lord Murong Yan.

"Brother, no need to waste words with this kid; Jinshan Town has sent over 1300 Cold Resistance Level individuals, including those loyal to our faction, barely totaling 2400, the rest are all Earth-digging Realm Limit cultivation, just charge up directly."

Hot-tempered Murong Yan openly requested battle from his elder brother Murong Ping.

"No rush, hold your impatience; wait for a moment!"

Murong Ping certainly knew that what his second brother said was correct. Before taking action, they had a clear understanding of how many people Murong Yan had under him.

Now, the eight thousand behind him were all die-hard loyalists to father Murong Chui, or rather to their side of the family, including over 2600 Cold Resistance Level individuals, two fully assembled Defensive Armies, and the remaining three thousand drawn from various town institutions, all possessing Earth-digging Realm Limit cultivation.

This strength, if truly fought, would easily overwhelm the five thousand in front of them; the opposition could at best depend on their larger number of Cold Resistance Level individuals to resist for a while, but it is absolutely impossible for them to win.

Yet, despite this, Murong Ping did not agree to the second brother's request for battle but instead signaled him to calm down and wait for a moment.

"Second brother, don't be hasty; father should soon send someone back with news, let's confirm the situation at Yumen Camp first."

The youngest, Murong An, who had a notably steady character, quickly consoled beside his agitated second brother.

Though hot-tempered, Murong Yan was not foolish; upon hearing his third brother's words and remembering something, his expression promptly calmed down.

Murong Ping did not respond to Murong Yan's accusation nor did he allow the crowd to continue storming the Lord's Hall, merely standing there dryly before the hall.

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