The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 579 - 576: Struggle for Bloodline

Mu Chen’s hand suddenly landed on Xin Lin’s shoulder.

Xin Lin struggled slightly, only to find herself completely immobile.

Her body felt as if it were ensnared by a net.

"Let me guess, where have you hidden the Fu Tian Pill?"

Mu Chen bent down, leaning close to Xin Lin, so close that Xin Lin could feel his breath on her face.

"Let her go!"

With a sharp cry, Murong Ziyue stepped forward with a furious face and pushed Mu Chen away.

Her force was so strong that it made Mu Chen take a big step back.

A carefree smile appeared on his face.

"Isn’t this our little sister Ziyue? What, worried I might hurt your little friend?"

Murong Ziyue, worried, glanced at Xin Lin; Xin Lin shook her head at her, signaling she was alright.

"Xin Lin, you go back to the Medical Hall first, I have something to discuss with him."

Murong Ziyue’s pretty face showed her displeasure, but she forced a smile.

"Be careful."

Xin Lin gave Mu Chen a deep look, then slowly walked away.

After walking away, Xin Lin lowered her voice.

"Why didn’t you let me intervene? Just now, I clearly had a chance to bash his face."

Mu Chen’s face, wearing that insincere smile, really did seem punch-worthy.

"The moment you use Fu Xi’s Energy, he would realize it."

Gui Hu said indifferently.

"But..."

Xin Lin was somewhat worried about Ziyue.

Ziyue’s expression just now made her very worried.

"Don’t worry, your friend might be weaker in cultivation than him now, but given time, she will surely surpass him."

Gui Hu’s words didn’t make Xin Lin feel any better; instead, they made her even more worried.

"Ziyue, is she also a Ghost Cultivator?"

Xin Lin could sense that the force used by Mu Chen to control her earlier was chilling to the bone, somewhat similar to Gui Hu’s Ghost Energy.

Of course, Gui Hu’s Ghost Energy was more refined.

"Of Fengdu lineage, all are Ghost Cultivators, and she’s no exception. Some people, their destiny is already determined from birth."

Xin Lin felt like there was an illusion; Gui Hu sounded a bit different tonight.

"I don’t believe in fate, I believe in shaping destiny."

Xin Lin suddenly said.

If she believed in destiny, she would be dead in a few years.

She couldn’t believe in fate.

The night went deeper, and the Murong siblings had already merged with the night.

Mu Chen looked at Murong Ziyue with amusement.

"Mu Chen, how many times have I told you, don’t lay a hand on my friends. I’ll investigate the matter of the Fu Tian Pill."

Murong Ziyue clenched her teeth.

"Murong Ziyue, I was actually helping you by intervening, don’t think I couldn’t see that you are being restricted by worldly emotions. You clearly know that she has clues about the Fu Tian Pill, yet you stopped me again and again. I won’t hold back next time."

If it weren’t for Murong Ziyue, the last time at Taoyao Pavilion, Mu Chen would have already made his move.

Without the Fu Tian Pill, he just needed to open Xin Lin’s chest to know.

"How dare you!"

Murong Ziyue sensed the bloody intent in his words.

"Why wouldn’t I dare, don’t forget, you’re no match for me. After all, I am the one with the pure bloodline of the Fengdu Ghost Cultivators, while you, are just a mongrel, you’ll never be my match."

Mu Chen smiled, looking at Murong Ziyue with pity.

"I am indeed not as strong as you, but I have ways to deal with you. If you dare to make a move, whether it is against Xin Lin or Little Xinzhuo, once I find out, I will inform the people of Taichang Temple."

Murong Ziyue said resolutely.