Cultivation: The Heaven's Fated Useless Genius-Chapter 62 – Money can be left untouched, but desire must be seized

The seven of them exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.

"Where did this fool come from! How dare you ruin my plans!"

The leader of the black-clothed people cursed and signaled, "Brothers, let's teach him a lesson!"

The seven black-clothed people immediately formed hand seals, and in an instant, the temperature in the air rose sharply, causing everyone to feel a wave of heat!

A monstrous flame suddenly erupted from their hands, forming a gigantic fire crow!

"Fire Crow of the Departed Flame!?"

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Yan Wushuang was shocked, having cultivated for many years, he immediately sensed the danger!

These seven people, for some reason, were filled with hostility towards him, and the method they used was worlds apart from what they had used against Gu Feng earlier!

He quickly summoned his tiger-headed broadsword, holding it in front of his chest, his expression extremely tense!

The giant fire crow let out a wild screech and dove towards Yan Wushuang!

"Boom!" A loud explosion!

Yan Wushuang barely managed to block the fire crow's attack in front of him, but as the seven black-clothed people continued to form seals, the fire crow's assault did not weaken in the slightest, and the scorching heat had already burned away all his upper garments!

The Fire Crow of the Departed Flame was an innate spiritual beast, born from the purest fire essence, skilled in using innate flame! It had a naturally explosive temperament.

This method was an untransmitted secret of the Murong Family, designed to simulate the fire crow's spirit using the pure yang true core of multiple cultivators. Although it wasn't the fire crow itself, it possessed four to five parts of the beast's power.

Yan Wushuang was merely a warrior of the Imperial City. Although his cultivation was at the peak of the Elemental Infant Realm, the method he practiced was extremely ordinary. How could he withstand the thunderous strike of seven Elemental Infant cultivators from the Murong Family?!

He was finding it difficult to endure. Glancing back at the crowd, he saw everyone avoiding eye contact, except for Fang Feixue, who had a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"Feixue! Help me, please!"

In a moment of crisis, Yan Wushuang couldn't help but call out for help.

Seeing Gu Feng in her arms making a deliberately cute pout, Fang Feixue bit her lip, turned her head away, and said coldly, "Sorry, I'm not their match..."

Yan Wushuang was stunned, his heart shattered to pieces, and he felt as if the world had turned gray and meaningless.

His mind relaxed for a moment, just enough for the seven black-clothed people to notice the flaw, and the fire crow's spirit suddenly intensified its attack!

The tiger-headed broadsword in his hand disintegrated into ashes, and the fire crow's claw struck down towards Yan Wushuang!

"Bang!"

Yan Wushuang's entire body exploded, turning charred black, and he was instantly knocked down, falling into a flower field below.

Bai Jugu saw this and quickly shouted, "Quick, go save Commander Yan!"

He wasn't one for fighting, never had been, but he was quite adept at handling the aftermath.

After dealing with Yan Wushuang, the seven black-clothed people retracted their powers and deliberately looked at Jiang Chuyao, who was terrified.

The leader of the black-clothed people sneered and reached out his claw towards her, "No more words, little lady! Come with me back to the mountain! Heh heh!"

"Stop!"

A furious shout suddenly echoed across the sky.

Everyone was taken aback.

Murong Ze, who had been waiting for his moment, finally made his grand entrance!

Dressed in a sleek outfit, he rode his light and blocked the path in front of everyone.

"How dare you, petty thieves! With me here, you shall not act recklessly!"

Murong Ze's imposing presence was undeniable, his clothes fluttering without wind, exuding an air of elegance and grace.

Jiang Chuyao, seeing him as her savior, quickly shouted, "Great! I didn't expect to meet you here, save me! They... they want to kidnap me!"

Hearing her familiar voice, Murong Ze couldn't help but tremble slightly. When he turned back, his face was filled with adoration.

Seeing his expression, Gu Feng knew things weren't going well and quickly sent a voice transmission, "Damn it! Remember what I said, kneel and lick when you have nothing! Don't act impulsively, stick to the plan!"

Hearing Gu Feng's transmission, Murong Ze was internally conflicted. He suppressed the urge to kneel and lick, his expression suddenly turning cold and indifferent as he said, "Today, I act not for you alone, but for justice in the world, to help those in need!"

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Jiang Chuyao was stunned, not understanding why Murong Ze, who was always so accommodating to her, was suddenly so cold. Her heart felt a pang of discomfort.

The stark contrast was hard for her to accept.

The seven black-clothed people exchanged glances and nodded in unison, instantly surrounding Murong Ze.

The leader of the black-clothed people loudly questioned, "A meddling pretty boy! I don't kill nameless people, state your name quickly!"

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Murong Ze exuded an air of aloofness to the extreme. He glanced around at the black-clothed people and declared, "I, Murong Ze, do not change my name or surname. My surname is Murong, and my given name is Ze!"

"Murong Ze!"

The leader of the black-clothed people exaggeratedly stepped back two steps, his acting reaching its peak, and even his legs trembled as he muttered, "Could it be, you are the chief sequence of the Murong Family from Fire Phoenix City, Murong Ze?!"

"Indeed!" Murong Ze replied with a righteous expression.

The black-clothed person was visibly taken aback, and his underling quickly stepped forward, deliberately shouting, "Big brother, this Murong Ze is a Chosen of the Murong Family! It's said that he's righteous and his cultivation is unfathomable. We might not be his match!"

"Hmm, makes sense!"

The leader of the black-clothed people nodded and said, "Young Master Murong, your reputation precedes you. We do not wish to be your enemy. As for the caravan's goods, we can do without."

Before everyone could react, the leader of the black-clothed people suddenly changed his tone, "However, we still intend to take the girl!"

At this point, aside from the clueless Jiang Chuyao, even the ordinary merchants in the caravan could sense something was off.

These seven black-clothed people had been ruthless against Yan Wushuang, yet they were suddenly backing down against Murong Ze?

And why were they intent on kidnapping the girl but not taking any valuables?

This was absurdly melodramatic!

Jiang Chuyao was stunned, not expecting the black-clothed people to be so fixated on her.

Ignoring the vast wealth of spirit stones and artifacts, they insisted on making her a captive bride, leaving her in a panic. She quickly shouted at Murong Ze, "Murong Ze! You useless fool! If I'm taken by them, my father won't spare you!"

Jiang Chuyao was used to flaunting her power in front of Murong Ze, and even now, she couldn't help but be arrogant and domineering.

"Shut up!"

Murong Ze shouted angrily, turning to look at her with none of his usual warmth.

"If you keep yelling, I won't need them to act; I'll sell you to the mountain myself!"

Frightened by Murong Ze's threat, Jiang Chuyao was so scared she lost her wits, not daring to shed another tear, and obediently fell silent.

The leader of the black-clothed people chuckled deliberately and said, "Young Master Murong, you're a hero of your time. Why risk your life for this woman? She doesn't appreciate your kindness. Why not let us take her and forge a good relationship for the future?"

Jiang Chuyao trembled with fear upon hearing this. She had lived a pampered life in Yong'an City and never imagined such a day would come. The thought of her past behavior towards Murong Ze made her heart tremble with fear!

Cupping his hands, Murong Ze coldly said to the seven black-clothed people, "Gentlemen, though she may be heartless, I cannot be ungrateful. If you insist on troubling her, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

His words were earth-shattering, filled with heroic spirit.

Jiang Chuyao was stunned, unable to believe what she was witnessing.

In times of crisis, true feelings are revealed.

In her eyes, Murong Ze, though physically weak, appeared taller and more heroic than ever before.