Mu Dayong was utterly carried away, filled with a confidence he'd never known.
His grandfather was a Saint Emperor, and the path ahead was as clear as day, a path of unrestrained freedom.
Previously, he could only show off around Sakura City. His father was merely an early-stage Saint Venerable, and the outside world was teeming with mid-stage, late-stage, and even peak-stage cultivators.
Now, everything was different. He was the grandson of a Saint Emperor.
The world had gained another Saint Emperor.
And it was his own grandfather.
Moreover, this Saint Emperor was tangible, visible, and touchable. The other two Saint Emperors hadn't appeared in so long that their authority was slowly fading.
Now, any peak-stage Saint Venerable was more awe-inspiring than those two Saint Emperors.
This was because one was a legend, unseen and unfelt.
But a peak-stage Saint Venerable was present, visible, and touchable. When comparing the two, it was easy to see who commanded more respect.
Mu Dayong provocatively beckoned to Liu Chan, feeling an unprecedented surge of triumph.
Compared to Nangong Huanshan, he preferred Liu Chan. Beyond her beauty, Liu Chan was a Saint Venerable powerhouse.
Men harbored an innate desire for conquest, a craving to subdue women stronger than themselves.
The feeling of having a woman several times more powerful than you beneath you was immensely prideful and satisfying.
This was the essence of conquest.
Mu Dayong was a nobody, but that didn't stop him from riding a Saint Venerable's steed.
Liu Chan glanced at Mu Dayong, who was beckoning to her, her eyes like still water. She couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge him.
The ignorant were always so ignorant.
What did he think he was?
Still just a useless piece of trash. To Liu Chan, even looking at Mu Dayong felt disgusting.
Mu Chengbei then turned his gaze to Liu Chan, his eyes narrowing. He smiled and said, "This young lady possesses Saint Venerable strength. This truly makes me look upon her with new eyes. She is indeed qualified to be my Mu family's granddaughter-in-law."
To achieve early-stage Saint Venerable at such a young age wasn't just about talent; it was more about fortunate encounters.
Even his own son, Mu Wenguang, with all the cultivation resources he had provided, was only an early-stage Saint Venerable now.
He had just sensed two early-stage Saint Venerables clashing underground. Wasn't it them?
It was fortunate that their battle had awakened Mu Chengbei; otherwise, who knew how much longer he would have slept.
"Grandfather, you also think she's good?"
Though it was Mu Dayong's first time meeting his grandfather, he felt an overwhelming sense of kinship.
He longed to kneel before his grandfather every day, massaging his legs and pounding his back.
"Indeed, very good." Mu Chengbei nodded, then his gaze settled on Liu Chan. He asked, "Young lady, what are your thoughts? You have but one chance. Either become my Mu family's granddaughter-in-law, or perish."
"I know you just clashed with my son. I don't care what grudges or reasons you have between you, I don't need to know, nor will I inquire. I will ask you this now: are you willing or unwilling?"
Mu Chengbei, like a divine being descended, looked at Liu Chan as he spoke.
His demeanor was arrogant and rude, his manner of speaking even coarse and forceful.
However, Mu Chengbei possessed the right to be so, for he was a Saint Emperor.
A Saint Emperor was the supreme existence in the Saint Realm. He could indeed be arrogant.
It was just a pity that he had encountered Liu Chan, thus ensuring all of this would be in vain.
For Liu Chan had Xia Feng backing her, she had Xia Feng "supporting" her.
"In this world, only my Young Master can make me willingly serve. Any other man before me is but a walking skeleton, no different from the dead."
In response to Mu Chengbei's question, Liu Chan spoke her heart.
Her heart belonged only to Xia Feng, yesterday, today, and forevermore.
Liu Chan wouldn't even spare another glance at other men. Everything she had belonged to Xia Feng.
"Good, very good." Mu Chengbei's eyes narrowed, and his aura surged.
He intended to use his imposing aura to pressure Liu Chan, to let her experience the power of a Saint Emperor.
In terms of sheer power, Liu Chan wouldn't last a single move against Mu Chengbei; they were not on the same level at all.
Mu Chengbei's power was directed solely at Liu Chan; no one else could feel it.
If it were directed at everyone, no one could withstand it.
Mu Chengbei wished to force Liu Chan's compliance through overwhelming power, primarily because he himself greatly admired Liu Chan's talent and strength.
Furthermore, it was his first meeting with his grandson, and he wanted to give him a satisfactory welcoming gift.
Whatever his grandson liked, Mu Chengbei would do his utmost to fulfill.
Now possessing Saint Emperor strength, it was time for family affection, to enjoy his twilight years, and look forward to a house full of descendants.
Mu Chengbei was perplexed. After his power had reached her, Liu Chan remained unfazed?
Did Liu Chan possess some artifact that could shield her from power?
Mu Chengbei pondered, but it didn't seem right.
If she had such an artifact, why had she been beaten by his son earlier?
Moreover, he was a Saint Emperor. What artifact could possibly repel a Saint Emperor's power?
As Mu Chengbei was lost in thought, Xia Feng casually waved his hand. With a seemingly nonchalant flick of his wrist, all of Mu Chengbei's power vanished into nothingness.
Then, Xia Feng smiled and said, "It's time to send you back underground."
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