570: Chapter 566 Can You Not Leave?

Murong Gu nodded slightly, a warmth spreading through his heart. He took the clear tea and had a small sip; the crisp liquid dispersed the lingering scent of alcohol in his body, making him feel even more refreshed. Looking at the gentle and considerate Murong Xue and recalling the expectations of everyone in the Falling Snow Pavilion, he secretly made up his mind to protect this place, protect Murong Xue, and even more so, avenge the Murong Family.

After finishing his meal, Murong Gu walked into the courtyard. The gold and red Blood Origin Power surged slowly around him. With a wave of his hand, the Blood Origin Power condensed in his palm, gradually transforming into a crimson token with profound patterns. The token bore the mark of the Falling Snow Pavilion and radiated a faint pressure from the Blood Realm's Origin, containing his strength and intent to protect.

Holding the token, he walked up to Murong Xue with a solemn and serious expression, handing it to her. "Aunt Xue, this token was condensed from my Blood Origin Power. If the Falling Snow Pavilion encounters any danger in the future, no matter where I am, you only need to crush the token to open the gate of the blood realm. I will rush from the Blood Realm immediately to protect you and everyone in the Falling Snow Pavilion. I will never let any of you suffer the slightest harm again."

Murong Xue took the token with both hands. The moment her fingertips touched it, she felt the warmth and majestic power emanating from it. Her heart tightened, and her eyes instantly grew red. She looked up at Murong Gu, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance and pleading, soft yet full of hope. "A Gu, can you not leave? Stay here with us, with the Falling Snow Pavilion. We can protect this place together. As for the matter of revenge, we can discuss it slowly."

Seeing the reluctance and pleading in Murong Xue's eyes, Murong Gu's heart softened slightly, and a hint of bitterness arose. However, he immediately thought of the thousands of vengeful souls of the Murong Family, the tragic deaths of the hundreds of thousands of citizens in the city, and that deep blood feud. His expression became firm once more.

He shook his head gently, his tone solemn and heavy. "Aunt Xue, I cannot stay. The blood feud of the Murong Family must be avenged. Those tragically killed clansmen and innocent citizens are all waiting for me to seek justice for them. I must go and annihilate the culprit, the Zhao Family, as well as the Lin and Sun Families who aided them, one by one. Only then can the thousands of vengeful souls of the Murong Family rest in peace, and the grievances of the hundreds of thousands of citizens in the city be cleared."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable firmness. A light of revenge flickered in his eyes; it was his lifelong obsession and a mission he had to complete.

Seeing his determined gaze, Murong Xue knew his mind was set and she could no longer make him stay. She took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her own gaze became firm. Stepping forward, she spoke forcefully, "I will go with you! This is the Murong Family's blood feud; it is not your responsibility alone, and it cannot all be placed on your shoulders. As the Sect Head of the Murong Family, I should go with you and fight by your side to avenge our kin!"

Hearing this, Murong Gu quickly waved his hand, his tone sincere and firm. "Aunt Xue, you absolutely must not. The Falling Snow Pavilion has only just recovered its Origin Qi. After the previous wars, the Falling Snow Pavilion needs a stable environment to recuperate. If you, the Sect Head, leave, the Falling Snow Pavilion will lose its backbone, and they will have no support. If they encounter danger again, the consequences would be unimaginable."

He paused, saw the worried look in Murong Xue's eyes, and added, "Rest assured, with my current strength at the Peak Spirit Transformation and my control over the Blood Realm and the Blood Firmament World-Ending Array, dealing with the Zhao, Lin, and Sun Families is absolutely no problem. I will surely be able to successfully avenge the Murong Family and return soon to be with you all."

Looking at his solemn expression and hearing his firm words, Murong Xue knew he was telling the truth and that she could no longer hold him back. The reluctance and heartache suppressed in her heart suddenly erupted. She could no longer restrain herself and took a sudden step forward, tightly hugging Murong Gu. Her arms were strong, unwilling to let go, as tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Murong Gu's lapel. She choked out, "Fine, I will stay. I will wait for you here. It is our honor and blessing for the Murong Family to have a clansman as loyal and righteous as you. You must take care of yourself and return safely. Everyone in the Falling Snow Pavilion and I are waiting for you."

Murong Gu's body stiffened. Feeling the warmth and trembling in his arms, a deep sense of bitterness and emotion welled up in his heart. He gently raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally patted Murong Xue's back lightly. His tone was gentle yet firm. "Aunt Xue, rest assured. I will definitely return safely and avenge the Murong Family. I won't let you down."

In the courtyard, the sunlight was just right and filled with warmth, yet the atmosphere of a reluctant parting quietly spread between the two, lingering on. Murong Xue hugged him tightly, as if to merge all her concern and reluctance into this embrace;

Murong Gu gently patted her back, silently etching his promise and determination into his heart. He knew the road ahead was long and filled with hidden killing intent, but he had no choice. Only by forging ahead could he live up to the trust placed in him and the vengeful souls... Yan City, above the clouds, at the Liu Manor.

The twin sisters, Hong Xiao and Hong Ling, were dressed in identical light-red gauze dresses. Their features were like a painting and their figures slender. They looked ninety percent alike, with only their temperaments differing slightly—Hong Xiao was gentle with soft eyes, while Hong Ling was lively with a hint of playfulness in her gaze. The two had been at the Liu Manor for over a year. From their initial fear and unease to their current composure and skill, they had long grown accustomed to serving Liu Yan and had already figured out the temperament of this Devil Head master, not daring to be the least bit negligent.

The stone table in the pavilion was covered with delicacies. Translucent Purple Crystal Grapes had been peeled and placed in white jade dishes, each one plump and juicy;

In the nearby ice pitcher was a cold drink brewed with Thousand-Year Snow Lotus. It was crisp and sweet, dispersing the summer heat.

Liu Yan reclined on a stone chair covered in snow-white fox fur. He wore a black brocade robe made of luxurious fabric, embroidered with dark gold black lotus patterns that faintly shimmered with an eerie luster.

His face was handsome, his complexion pale, his eyes deep, and the bridge of his nose high. His thin lips were slightly pursed, making him appear as gentle as jade, yet hidden in his eyes was a coldness and violence that looked down upon the world—a pressure that only came from living for thousands of years and holding the power of life and death.

Hong Xiao sat by Liu Yan's side, her slender jade fingers holding a peeled purple crystal grape, gently offering it to Liu Yan's mouth. Her voice was as soft as a feather. "Master, try these freshly picked grapes. They are cold and sweet, perfect for relieving fatigue." Liu Yan opened his mouth slightly and took the grape. The sweet juice burst on his tongue, and a cool sensation spread from his throat to his limbs. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking quite content.

On the other side, Hong Ling knelt behind Liu Yan. Her soft little hands rested lightly on his shoulders, massaging them with just the right amount of force. Her movements were skillful and gentle, and from time to time, she would lightly rub his temples. Her voice was lively and pleasant. "Master, is the pressure alright? If it's too heavy or too light, your servant will adjust it." Liu Yan nodded slightly without speaking, merely closing his eyes to enjoy the service of the twin sisters. The aura around him became increasingly lazy, as if all the disputes and clamor of the world had nothing to do with him.