253: Lend me your brain!

The tenth floor of Floating Dreams Tavern was the most mysterious and esteemed place in the entire pavilion.

At this moment, an old man sat in the center of the main hall, his expression calm, his gaze as deep as an abyss.

Behind him was a tightly closed door, a large private room that was rarely opened, usually kept locked.

It would only be opened when entertaining the most distinguished guests of Floating Dreams Tavern.

The existence of this private room symbolized the supreme status and hidden power of Floating Dreams Tavern.

Those who could enter it were all prominent figures with immense power in Mingxin Prefecture.

And at this moment, the old man was stationed here, clearly indicating that there was an extremely important guest inside the private room.

The old man's face was calm, but a hint of sharpness and profoundness subtly emerged from his cloudy eyes.

His withered fingers gently tapped the armrest of the chair, producing a faint, rhythmic sound, as if he was deep in thought.

The surrounding air seemed to grow heavy due to his presence, and even time appeared to slow its flow.

Just then, a commotion from downstairs faintly reached his ears, and the old man's brows twitched slightly.

Subsequently, the old man's gaze turned towards the tightly closed private room door.

“Strange! The Tower Master specifically instructed this old fellow to remain on the tenth floor these past few days, not to leave for a single step.”

The next second, the old man's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion, and he murmured in a low voice, “How could someone below have the audacity to trespass on this tenth floor?”

Though the old man's voice was soft, it carried an undeniable authority.

Clearly, this old man was no ordinary person, but the strongest individual in Floating Dreams Tavern.

A martial artist who had just entered the Inner Energy Realm!

Throughout the entire Mingxin Prefecture, martial artists of the Inner Energy Realm were extremely rare, countable on one hand.

And the old man was one of those Inner Energy Realm martial artists, well-known in Mingxin Prefecture Fu City.

Even the Prefect had to give him some face!

The reason the old man could be stationed at Floating Dreams Tavern was because the Prefect attracted him with abundant martial arts resources.

In an instant, Zhou Yue's figure appeared on the tenth floor like a ghost.

Zhou Yue and the old man in the center of the hall met each other's gaze, his eyes filled only with indifference.

At the same time, Mu Yun and the rest of the Blackbird Guard followed closely behind Zhou Yue, quickly ascending to the tenth floor.

Zhou Yue parted his lips slightly and coldly shouted, “Get out!”

The sound seemed to carry an icy chill, making the surrounding air momentarily condense.

With that, Zhou Yue acted as if he hadn't seen the old man, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and strode towards the door of the large private room.

At this moment, in Zhou Yue's heart, he had only one unwavering goal: to capture Wen Mo Chen.

In his eyes, Wen Mo Chen was undoubtedly his only hope in this desperate situation, the lifeline that could pull him back from the endless abyss.

Therefore, no matter who dared to stand in his way today.

Kill!

Even if it were his own son, Zhou Yue would not hesitate to kill him.

It's him!

Blackbird Guard Mystic Guard Deputy Director, Zhou Yue!

A martial artist of the Inner Energy Realm Minor Achievement!

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, and the old man's eyes widened abruptly, filled with alarm.

His Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

How could Zhou Yue suddenly appear here?

Panic and confusion intertwined on the old man's face, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

It wasn't until Zhou Yue uttered the words “Get out of the way” that they struck him like a heavy hammer, instantly jolting him awake from his shock.

The old man's face instantly turned ashen, and the myriad thoughts in his mind exploded.

He finally understood that Zhou Yue's visit was not benevolent; he was actually here for that important figure!

Today, Floating Dreams Tavern welcomed its most distinguished guest—Wen Mo Chen, the eldest legitimate son of the Wen Family and the Imperial Son-in-Law.

As the Blackbird Guard Mystic Guard Deputy Director of Mingxin Prefecture, Zhou Yue was now filled with murderous intent, his gaze like a sharp blade, and his entire being exuded a suffocating pressure.

Even a dull and ignorant person could sense the abnormality of the situation from Zhou Yue's cold expression.

“Yes, yes, yes, Lord Zhou is absolutely right.”

The old man suddenly stood up from his chair, bowing in agreement, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

“This old fellow will get out now!”

“My apologies for disturbing you, esteemed sirs.”

With that, the old man hastily retreated to the side, his steps faltering, clearing the path to the private room, as if staying here for another moment would invite disaster.

After apologizing in a low voice, the old man dared not look up, as if fearing to meet the gaze of Zhou Yue and his group again.

Immediately after, the old man's figure flickered like an afterimage, soaring away in the direction opposite to Zhou Yue's group, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Only an empty hall remained, filled with a suffocating tension.

The Blackbird Guard and the Wen Family were clashing, and he was merely a martial artist who had just entered the Inner Energy Realm.

His meager strength, in the eyes of these two forces, was probably even less than that of an ant.

The old man's mind was as clear as a mirror; he dared not hesitate for a moment, for preserving his life was the utmost priority.

Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away was the best!

At most, after this matter was over, he would offer some money to that old Prefect as compensation, spending money to avert disaster.

It was better than losing his life for nothing here.

Thinking this, the old man ran even more frantically, and in a flash, he bolted out of Floating Dreams Tavern, completely disregarding the strange looks from the crowd nearby.

Inside the private room, the lights were brilliant, and laughter intertwined into a decadent melody.

Soft, bird-like voices echoed in the air, as if pulling one into a dreamlike illusion of debauchery.

The man seated in the center was Wen Mo Chen.

At this moment, Wen Mo Chen was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, his expression languid and unrestrained, with a beautiful woman on each side of him.

The women nestled beside him, their eyes sparkling, their smiles charming.

And Wen Mo Chen's gaze was fixed firmly ahead, as if captivated by something.

In front, eight dancers swayed gracefully, their figures light, their sleeves fluttering with their movements.

Every turn, every raised hand of the dancers exuded an indescribable grace.

On both sides, the sounds of zithers wafted, like a murmuring stream flowing into one's heart.

These eight charming dancers, amidst the melodious music, moved even more nimbly.

This made the entire private room seem enveloped in a mist of extravagance and splendor, permeated everywhere with an atmosphere of debauchery.

This private room was extremely spacious, occupying half the area of the tenth floor, enough to accommodate several hundred people.

The surroundings were lavishly decorated, with gilded and painted beams and pillars reflecting the soft lighting.

As far as the eye could see, exquisite carvings and valuable furnishings dazzled the senses.

Compared to the somewhat rustic buildings below the tenth floor, this floor seemed like another world, truly a world apart.

However, just as Wen Mo Chen was reveling in the rich fragrance surrounding him, enjoying the delicacies personally fed into his mouth by the beautiful women's hands.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

The private room's main door was violently forced open by a terrifying surge of power, and the heavy door planks, like paper, instantly shattered into countless pieces.

The Wen Family guards stationed by the door had no time to react before they were violently flung away by this force.

The bodies of several Wen Family guards, like kites with broken strings, rapidly smashed against the distant wall.

After a deafening crash, those Wen Family guards, along with the door fragments, heavily fell to the ground.

A striking bloodstain was left on the wall, and the air in the private room was instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this point, the laughter and chatter in the private room abruptly ceased, the dancers stopped their movements in panic, and the music suddenly cut off.

Wen Mo Chen frowned, a hint of surprise appearing on his face; he slowly released the women he was embracing, his gaze like a knife, shooting towards the doorway.

The entire private room fell into a deathly silence, with only the shattered door remnants and the bloodstains on the wall remaining.

“How dare you!”

Wen Mo Chen snorted coldly, his voice as chilling as ice, a sharp murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, his robes moving without wind, and his entire being exuded a chilling pressure.

“Which scoundrel dares to ruin this Imperial Son-in-Law’s mood?”

Wen Mo Chen's voice was not loud, but every word was like thunder, making the air in the entire private room seem to solidify.

The two servants standing beside Wen Mo Chen were also furious at this moment, shouting sternly.

“Presumptuous!”

“Who is it!”

As soon as the words fell, these two Wen Family servants took a step forward, their figures like iron towers, blocking Wen Mo Chen.

The eyes of these two men slowly turned crimson, staring at the doorway with bulging eyes.

At the same time, their aura surged abruptly, and the blood and qi within their bodies churned, emitting a faint, deep rumble.

A faint red glow appeared on the surface of their skin, as if flames were burning in their blood, exuding a chilling pressure.

Blood Refinement Realm Completion!

These two Wen Family servants were actually two martial artists of the Blood Refinement Realm Completion!

The dancers in the private room, as well as the beautiful women sitting beside Wen Mo Chen, were already trembling with fear.

They all retreated to the corner, afraid of being caught in this sudden turmoil.

In an instant, the air was filled with tension and a murderous aura, as if a world-shaking battle was about to erupt at any moment.

At the doorway, the dust gradually dispersed, and five figures slowly appeared before Wen Mo Chen's eyes.

The steps of these five people were steady, each step seeming to land on everyone's heart, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

The person standing at the very front had a face hidden in shadow, with only a pair of eyes as cold as stars, looking directly at Wen Mo Chen without any fear.

“Zhou Yue, it's you!”

Wen Mo Chen's gaze first froze the moment he clearly saw the newcomer's face.

Then, a sneering smile slowly curled on his lips, his voice filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

“Hehehe!”

Wen Mo Chen let out a low, chilling laugh, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty and crazed glint, as if he had seen something extremely ridiculous.

“This Imperial Son-in-Law thought it was some blind fool.”

“Turns out it's you, you wretched dog.”

Wen Mo Chen exuded a chilling pressure, which was the aura of an Inner Energy Realm Completion martial artist.

Regarding Zhou Yue's appearance, Wen Mo Chen's heart was filled with disdain and mockery, seeing it as nothing more than a farce.

“Interesting, truly interesting!”

Wen Mo Chen said, stepping forward, his gaze like a knife piercing towards Zhou Yue, his tone suddenly turning cold.

“Zhou Yue, have you gone mad, daring to disturb this Imperial Son-in-Law’s mood?”

Wen Mo Chen's anger and mockery intertwined, forming a suffocating sense of oppression.

He had originally thought that in this small Mingxin Prefecture, anyone who dared to cause him trouble.

Would either be a lunatic who didn't know how to die, or some enemy who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

But what Wen Mo Chen never expected was that the person who came was Zhou Yue.

This Blackbird Guard Mystic Guard Deputy Director who had once groveled and flattered him to the extreme!

“Last time, when this Imperial Son-in-Law personally visited the Mingxin Prefecture Blackbird Guard Mansion, you were like a dog, kneeling on the ground, wagging your tail and begging for mercy.”

Wen Mo Chen's voice was bone-chilling, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: “What, did you eat the guts of a bear and leopard today, or are you truly insane, daring to provoke this Imperial Son-in-Law?”

These words were like sharp blades, stabbing directly at Zhou Yue's heart.

However, Zhou Yue did not show the fear or dread he had expected; instead, he let out a cold laugh.

Zhou Yue looked directly at Wen Mo Chen with composure, a meaningful curve on his lips, and spoke very calmly.

“Wen Mo Chen, are you still naively believing that the current Wen Family can still protect your dog life?”

Zhou Yue paused slightly, a hint of retaliatory satisfaction flashing in his eyes, “The one looking for you isn't me.”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yue's expression instantly changed, his face filled with fawning and flattery.

Zhou Yue seemed to shrink by several inches, and he hastily stepped aside, turning to bow respectfully to the old man behind him, saying loudly.

“Mystic Guard Deputy Director, your subordinate has not failed his mission; Wen Mo Chen is here.”

Upon seeing Mu Yun's face, Wen Mo Chen's expression changed drastically; his originally arrogant and domineering demeanor instantly crumbled, and a hint of panic quietly crept into his eyes.

Mu Yun!

It's that Lao Jiahuo (Old fellow)!

Deputy Commander of the Xuan Niao Guard!

As the Imperial Son-in-Law of the Great Xia Dynasty, Wen Mo Chen had naturally seen terrifying figures like Mu Yun!

Could it be that matter has been discovered?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Regarding Princess Xingyue's matter, those who knew either died or were silenced.

Wen Mo Chen secretly gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the fear that surged from the depths of his heart.

However, the chilling sensation of facing death still uncontrollably spread down Wen Mo Chen's spine.

He stiffened his lips, and with great effort, managed to force out a fake smile that was uglier than crying and extremely strained.

Wen Mo Chen's voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor, yet he forced himself to speak again with feigned composure.

“So it's Director Mu, this Imperial Son-in-Law thought it was someone else, truly a lack of proper welcome, please sit, please sit!”

Mu Yun merely looked at Wen Mo Chen indifferently, without any emotional fluctuation.

“Wen Mo Chen, no need.”

“This Lord came here today simply to invite you to a place.”

Upon hearing this, the smile on Wen Mo Chen's face stiffened slightly, but he quickly regained his composed demeanor.

He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of probing and flattery.

“Director Mu, this Imperial Son-in-Law doesn't understand your meaning.”

“How about, you accompany this Imperial Son-in-Law back to the Wen Family? I'm sure the Old Ancestor will be very pleased to see you, Director Mu.”

Wen Mo Chen's words contained hidden meaning, both probing Mu Yun's intentions and hinting at the existence of the Wen Family Old Ancestor, attempting to intimidate the other party with it.

Mu Yun's aura suddenly changed, and an infinitely surging Gale Force instantly erupted without reservation, like a raging tide, churning and rolling within the private room.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying, almost substantial Gale Force, imbued with an irresistible power of divine sense, surged towards Wen Mo Chen with the force of thunder.

In an instant!

Wen Mo Chen only felt his vision darken, the world spinning, and the entire world completely inverted at that moment.

A terrifying, irresistible force brutally invaded his body.

Wherever Mu Yun's Gale Force reached, Wen Mo Chen's life force was mercilessly and completely extinguished.

Did his head just fall off?

Dead?

As Wen Mo Chen completely lost consciousness, a light, ethereal voice reached his ears.

“It's too much trouble; this Lord merely wishes to borrow your head.”