The group of black-clad men, enemies of the Demon Cult, saw Fei Mo and Miaoshu locked in combat. The leader of the black-clad men shouted, "It's the Young Miss! We've found the Young Miss! Protect her!"
Upon hearing the command, the black-clad men fought while retreating, gathering around Miaoshu. The Demon Cult members were held back by the black-clad men. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and for a time, the battle was at a stalemate, with neither side able to gain an advantage.
Just as the battle was deadlocked, Mo Xingyun suddenly smelled a captivating, familiar fragrance. A flash of white appeared by the mountainside, and a figure drifted gracefully down to the edge of the battlefield. He focused his eyes and was instantly stunned!
It was a peerless, breathtakingly beautiful woman, her figure full and curvaceous, tall and graceful. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and she was dressed in a simple, thin, white gauze long skirt. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, casually scattered over her shoulders, giving her an elegant, otherworldly air. Her complexion was like that of a celestial being, her eyebrows as dark as emerald, her lips as red as cherry blossoms. Her beauty was enough to topple nations. Beneath the thin gauze, her creamy, snow-white skin was faintly visible. Her full, firm breasts strained against the gauze neckline, almost threatening to burst free. Her waist was slender and delicate, bonelessly supple, flowing into the seductive curves of her hips and buttocks like a tassel. Two long, shapely, and plump legs were revealed through the open skirt. Her pink-white legs were wrapped in flesh-colored silk stockings that reflected a charming luster in the sunlight. Her beautiful feet were elegantly perched in a pair of silvery-white high heels. Her full, round buttocks created a seductive arc in the skirt, accentuating her curvaceous, hourglass figure. Every inch of her exuded a bewitching, soul-stealing charm.
"A... a fairy maiden!" someone from the Demon Cult exclaimed in shock.
Even if he hadn't been stunned by the woman's astonishing beauty, Mo Xingyun would have been frozen in place, his mind reeling, his breath caught, unable to move.
Because this woman was none other than his long-lost mother: Ning Xuefei!
Ning Xuefei, dressed in snow-white, was followed by a handsome and extraordinarily tall young man, naturally Hu Hong. The two landed beside the flat area where the battle was taking place. Ning Xuefei's bright eyes swept over the crowd, her gaze sharp and cold. The black-clad men attacking the Demon Cult clearly recognized her and gathered around Miaoshu and her. The leading man bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Holy Empress. These Demon Cult scum attacked the Young Miss and killed the two maids, Ajiao and Amei. Your subordinates were about to execute them on the spot."
Seeing Ning Xuefei appear, Miaoshu immediately threw away her sword and threw herself into her mother's arms, crying bitterly, "Mother! These bastards raped and killed Ajiao and Amei! Your daughter also fell off a cliff and nearly died! Mother, you must get justice for me!"
Hearing of Ajiao and Amei's tragic deaths -- she had already seen their bodies--and feeling her daughter's trembling frame in her arms, sobbing her heart out, Ning Xuefei gently stroked her forehead and said softly, "Step aside for now. After I deal with this trash, I'll take you home to rest properly."
Mo Xingyun felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his blood running cold. He stared blankly at the beautiful girl in green before him, who was actually calling his mother "Mother"!
They obviously hadn't noticed Mo Xingyun, who was still hiding in the bushes. Only then did Miaoshu leave Ning Xuefei's embrace and stand to the side. Ning Xuefei walked forward with a willow-like grace, her enchanting figure swaying. Her full, round, and perky buttocks swayed seductively under the thin gauze skirt, creating waves of rippling flesh. Her two crystalline, long, and shapely silk-stockinged legs moved elegantly, swinging gently beneath the skirt. The Demon Cult members were all captivated by her stunning, bewitching beauty, revealing lustful and shameless gazes as they scanned her voluptuous and alluring body.
Mo Xingyun's junior martial brothers were all dazzled the moment they saw Ning Xuefei, especially Fei Mo, who seemed to have lost his soul. His lecherous eyes were fixed on Ning Xuefei's full, mature, and enchanting figure, his mouth dry as he swallowed. Smelling the elegant fragrance of the beautiful woman, the usually eloquent man was at a loss for words.
Ning Xuefei was long accustomed to the stunned gazes of men captivated by her beauty. She calmly surveyed the scene of death and injury, her phoenix-like eyes spotting the bodies of Ajiao and Amei not far away. Her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly. She said coldly to the Demon Cult members, "You harassed my daughter, killed the handmaidens of the Immortal Palace, and disturbed our peace here. Was this all your doing?"
Fei Mo looked at her icy, peerless beauty, suppressed by her powerful aura, and found himself speechless for a moment. He swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "It... it was us. So what, you stinking... stinking bitch..."
Before he could say anything more foul, Ning Xuefei's willow-leaf eyebrows twitched slightly. Her jade-like face showed a hint of anger, and a pure blue long sword formed from true energy instantly extended from her fair arm. The surging internal energy blew her thin gauze skirt, enveloping her in a faint blue halo. Her creamy, snow-white skin was faintly visible beneath the gauze long skirt.
A white afterimage flashed, and she moved like a ghost, instantly appearing before the Demon Cult members. The pure blue, invisible long sword struck like a tidal wave, the sword waves resembling towering, angry waves, layer upon layer. Fei Mo was horrified and raised his sword to block, but it was too late to dodge.
"Ah! Aaaah!"
In an instant, a chorus of screams rang out. Blood sprayed everywhere. The Demon Cult members were all struck by the invisible sword energy. Their arms and chests were severed, and their vital points were pierced by the sword energy. In a split second, more than ten Demon Cult rogues lay dead on the spot.
Fei Mo was terrified to the core, but Ning Xuefei had not killed him. He had been scared out of his wits and turned to flee in a panic. Ning Xuefei leaped in front of him. Their eyes met. Ning Xuefei's face was filled with icy anger, and Fei Mo was overcome with a suffocating sense of despair.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Mo Xingyun closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight. Although this bastard junior brother deserved to die, having grown up with him, he couldn't bear to see his gruesome death.
"Ah! Ah!... Ah!"
Mo Xingyun opened his eyes and saw Fei Mo screaming and twitching on the ground, but he was not dead. His body was covered in blood, with a large pool of bloodstains on the surrounding grass.
"Ah! You... you son of a bitch...!"
Mo Xingyun looked closely and saw Ning Xuefei standing coldly to one side. Fei Mo was screaming loudly, his lower body covered in blood. Ning Xuefei had actually used her sword energy to cut off his penis, castrating him.
Everyone who saw this was horrified, especially the men present, who all felt a strange chill between their legs and a shiver run down their spines.
Ning Xuefei said coldly, "Vile scum who dare to offend the Immortal Palace. This sword stroke is to get justice for Ajiao and Amei."
"Mom! You're amazing!"
Miaoshu ran over at that moment. Looking at Fei Mo moaning and twitching on the ground, his lower body a mess of blood and his severed manhood lying on the ground not far away, she kicked Fei Mo's head hard and said angrily, "You scum! You killed Ajiao and Amei! Now you'll wish you were dead! Watch me kill you!"
With that, she drew her long sword to kill him, but the handsome and graceful man, Hu Hong, walked over and said loudly, "Young Palace Master, spare his life!"
Miaoshu turned to look. Hu Hong walked to Ning Xuefei's side and said respectfully, "Holy Empress, this man from the Demon Cult killed Miss Wei's maids. He is truly evil. I believe you castrated the main culprit to set an example and intimidate the Demon Cult scum. But in my opinion, this man is a great villain. Leaving him alive, taking him back to be tortured severely, and making him wish he were dead would also allow us to gather intelligence on the Demon Cult and understand their recent movements."
Hearing his words, Ning Xuefei pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. She turned to the group of black-clad men from the Immortal Palace and said, "Min Feng, clean up this place. Take this cripple from the Demon Cult to the 'Di Ming Palace' and lock him up."
The black-clad man bowed respectfully, gestured to his subordinates. A group of black-clad men then came forward and carried away the half-dead Fei Mo, who had fainted from the pain.
Although Miaoshu could not kill her enemy with her own hands, seeing his wretched, half-alive state also quenched her hatred. She ordered her subordinates to wrap the bodies of Ajiao and Amei and transport them back to the Immortal Palace as well.
Ning Xuefei walked gracefully to Miaoshu's side, gently stroking her hair and said, "Shu'er, you encountered Demon Cult scum this time, and your martial arts training is usually lacking. It was truly dangerous. The Demon Cult has been active recently. You should return to the Immortal Palace to rest well. You can come out again when things outside have calmed down."
Miaoshu, grieving the deaths of Ajiao and Amei, held Ning Xuefei's jade-like hand and said in a low voice, "I understand, Mother. From now on, I will train twice as hard, to live up to my name as the heir of the Immortal Palace and not let Ajiao and Amei die in vain."
"Mm." Ning Xuefei looked slightly relieved and took her hand, preparing to leave.
"Right! Where did that Mountain Demon go?" Miaoshu suddenly remembered, realizing that the "Mountain Demon" who had saved her had been missing since the beginning.
"Mountain Demon?" Ning Xuefei asked in confusion.
Mo Xingyun's heart was already in turmoil. His beloved biological mother was right before him, having just displayed her divine power to wipe out the Demon Cult members. Shouldn't he rush forward to recognize her now?
"She is now Wei Wuyin's wife. She has already betrayed your father. If you don't want to die, hide your identity quickly." Long Yue's cold voice suddenly sounded in Mo Xingyun's mind.
He suddenly remembered that she had married another man and even had a daughter with that man surnamed Wei. He himself was the Immortal Palace's Wei family's most wanted criminal. Thanks to Long Yue's reminder, he absolutely could not let the people of the Immortal Palace recognize him at this moment.
He quickly grabbed a large clump of dirt from the ground and smeared it on his face, then messed up his hair even more, afraid of revealing any flaws.
Wei Miaozhu ran straight to the bushes where he was crouching, pulled him out, and said coquettishly, "So you were hiding here! What's wrong? Were you scared silly just now?"
"N... no." Mo Xingyun said in a low voice.
Ning Xuefei walked over. Seeing a man with an ugly appearance, covered in dirt and looking like a mountain savage, she frowned. She had always been a stickler for cleanliness and hated filthy things.
Wei Miaozhu said with a smile, "Mom, I fell from the mountainside earlier. Thanks to this Mountain Demon protecting me, I wasn't injured. He's my lifesaver."
At that moment, Hu Hong walked over. Looking at Mo Xingyun's appearance, he said with a look of disdain, "He looks like some kind of mountain savage. Since he has helped the Young Miss, just give him some food and clothes and send him on his way."
Ning Xuefei glanced at Mo Xingyun a few times, feeling a faint sense of familiarity in her heart. However, she had no good feelings for this filthy "Mountain Demon," and an impatient look appeared between her brows. She pulled her daughter over and said gently, "Shu'er, have a servant give him a set of clothes, some food, and some silver. That will be sufficient to repay his kindness."
Seeing his mother look down on him, Mo Xingyun, though he knew the situation demanded it, felt a suffocating grievance in his heart and was on the verge of tears. Just then, he heard Wei Miaozhu say in a coquettish voice, "No, that won't do! This Mountain Demon is so interesting. I want to take him back to the Immortal Palace to stay for a few days."
"Nonsense, do you think he's some toy for you to bring back and play with for a few days?" Ning Xuefei scolded.
"I don't care, I don't care! You have to let me have my way this time! It won't be for long anyway. Let him stay with me for a while, and I'll send him back in a few days! Okay?"
Wei Miaozhu kept acting coquettishly around her mother. Ning Xuefei was also helpless against her willful daughter and finally had to agree.
Mo Xingyun stood to the side without saying a word, his head lowered, afraid she would recognize his face. His heart was in turmoil, a thousand emotions surging within him.
Ning Xuefei was clearly unconcerned with him. Her beautiful eyes never looked at him again as she walked away with Hu Hong.
"Alright, come on. Come back to my home and stay for a few days." Wei Miaozhu walked over and affectionately took Mo Xingyun's hand.
Mo Xingyun gave her an awkward smile. He watched Ning Xuefei walking ahead, her willow waist swaying and her full buttocks swinging. Her snow-white, silk-stockinged long legs moving alternately. The elegant fragrance of the beautiful woman filled the air. She was a truly, breathtakingly bewitching beauty. The handsome man Hu Hong walked beside her, very close, occasionally saying something to her humbly, but Ning Xuefei ignored him.
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