“Second Brother.” Dou Fengchi was hopping mad. “It’s all her fault……”


  “Stop talking.” Second Young Sir Dou glared at his younger sister in irritation.

  Beside him, their little sister Dou Fengyao could not help but snigger, “What are you whining about when you are inferior in skill.”


  “Dou Fengyao!”


  “Alright, alright!” Meanwhile, Dou Heping was simply about to get angered to death by these two sisters.

  They didn’t stop their catfight even in front of a bunch of outsiders, letting others see a mockery of the Dou Clan for no reason.

  On the other hand, Mu Boming’s eyes flashed, and he walked up while cupping his hands, questioning, “Miss Qiao, are you able to explain to us: does this red light coming from your body mean that you picked up the phoenix egg?”


  “Hand over the bloodfire phoenix egg.” A wisp of hate out of envy passed through Yang Fengyan’s eyes, and she fixated on Qiao Mu beneath her face veil with bitter resentment.

  She had already learned that this crown prince consort of the Mo Kingdom that descended out of the blue was the young maidservant that had resided in their Qin Estate previously, as well as disfigured her face from whipping her!

  Her face had yet to recover completely even now, so she could only hide her face with a veil when going out.

  “Hand over the phoenix egg.” The disciples from the Qin Estate also stared at the red light coming from Qiao Mu’s body with heated gazes, and they involuntarily walked several steps forward.

  “Back down.” Eldest Young Sir Qin swept his eyes coldly at those people, which promptly brushed away the impulse in their minds.

  Shuddering under the eldest young sir’s threatening glance, they subconsciously retreated several steps backwards.

  Only then did Eldest Young Sir Qin turn around and look smilingly at the cross-legged little stoic, asking, “Xiao Bao, what are you sitting here alone for?”


  Yang Fengyan clenched her fists before suddenly stepping forward and thrusting her drawn sword at Qiao Mu. “Cousin, you don’t need to waste your words with this woman! Just make her hand over the phoenix egg.”


  However, the eldest young sir deftly grabbed her arm, and a hint of fury flitted across his eyes. “Who allowed you to attack.”


  “Ah, Cousin! Cou-Cousin.” Yang Fengyan struggled painfully, feeling like her wrist was going to break apart from this grab.

  Upon seeing this, a cold light streaked past her eyes. She then moved her fingertips stealthily, throwing an attack talisman at Qiao Mu.

  Eldest Young Sir Qin did not expect Mu Zhilan, who was beside him, to also make a sudden move. He was unable to stop it due to the unusual speed of the talisman flitting by.

  He looked on helplessly as that attack talisman targeted her face, and his heart abruptly skipped a beat.

  Yet Qiao Mu’s figure abruptly vanished, so Mu Zhilan’s attack talisman missed its target.

  Upon focusing their gazes, everyone saw that Qiao Mu remained expressionless, while her posture had not changed either. She merely moved her location and was currently five feet away from them.

  “Hateful.” Mu Zhilan was enraged, and she swiftly seized two talismans between her fingers again, waiting to strike. However, Eldest Young Sir Qin caused her to stumble with a flick of his sleeve.

  “What are you doing.” Qin Xuan glanced at Mu Zhilan resentfully.

  Suddenly, the sound of wind was heard. Two Dou Clan disciples had spontaneously pounced at Qiao Mu, greed flickering in their eyes.

  “Hand over the phoenix egg.”


  Those two long swords soon interweaved and converged into one blade as they slashed down at Qiao Mu.

  Yet Qiao Mu’s figure moved five feet once again.