Volume 1, Chapter 5: In This Vast World, Might Makes Right!

The previous prodigy of the Mu family, the heir Mu Yi, had long been completely forgotten. At this moment, Mu Yi had just emerged from the Divine Demon Tower. Naturally, he also noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky.

“Mu Liancheng, you do have some merit, but unfortunately, facing me now, you are destined to be crushed and defeated,” Mu Yi said coldly.

Turning around, he headed toward Ye Yuwei’s room.

“Something’s wrong!” As he approached but before entering, he sensed a deep chill seeping from the room ahead.

He immediately burst inside and saw Ye Yuwei curled up under the covers. Her once-flowing black hair was frosted over, and her entire body was enveloped in thick icy mist, nearly frozen solid.

“The cold poison has flared up again!” Mu Yi was shocked. “Yuwei, what happened? Didn’t you take the Nine Yang Pill on time?”

“A young master, this time Elder Mu Shan from the medicinal kitchen refused to give me the Nine Yang Pill, saying you are no longer the heir…” Ye Yuwei trembled in Mu Yi’s arms, barely able to force out a few words before losing consciousness.

“You bastard! Mu Shan, you will surely die this time! Even Heaven can’t save you—I, Mu Yi, say this!” Mu Yi roared in fury and immediately stormed toward the medicinal kitchen.

Since birth, Ye Yuwei had carried the Ice Soul Cold Poison, requiring the fire-natured Nine Yang Pill to barely suppress it. Even so, it was only a temporary fix, but at least it delayed the poison’s spread.

When Mu Yi was the heir of the Mu family, the medicinal kitchen elders never dared to withhold the weekly Nine Yang Pill, which was always given punctually to Ye Yuwei.

Now, however, things had changed. Ye Yuwei’s failure to receive the pill in time caused the cold poison to flare up.

Inside the Mu family’s medicinal kitchen:

“Chief Mu, although Ye Yuwei is officially Mu Yi’s servant, they are like siblings. She knelt and begged us for the Nine Yang Pill, but we still refused. If her cold poison flares up and she dies, Mu Yi will surely retaliate wildly, won’t he?” a middle-aged man spoke to a corpulent man nearby.

This man was Mu Yun, assistant to Mu Shan.

“Hmph, the Nine Yang Pills are precious. When Mu Yi was heir, I gave him face and handed the pill to his servant weekly. But now? He won’t get a single one from me!” Mu Shan sneered coldly. “If he dares, let him come find me. I once couldn’t afford to offend him, but now? Why should I care about his face?”

Mu Shan, as head of the medicinal kitchen, held great power and formidable strength—ranking third in the entire Mu family after the clan leader Mu Ling and the Grand Elder Mu Tianqiong.

His cultivation was at the third level of the Tian Gang Realm.

In the Great Qian Dynasty, cultivation levels included Qi Refining, Tian Gang, Divine Transformation, Yuan Mansion, Golden Core, and Qian Yuan realms.

The heads of the four great families of Lieshan City were all at the first level of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Grand Elder Mu Tianqiong was at the fifth level of Tian Gang Realm.

Thus, Mu Shan’s third level Tian Gang status made him the third strongest in the Mu family.

Others feared Mu Yi, but Mu Shan did not.

Boom!

Just as Mu Shan finished speaking, the medicinal kitchen doors exploded open.

“Old dog, is it you withholding Yuwei’s Nine Yang Pill?” Amid dust and smoke, Mu Yi strode in.

“Yes, that’s right. You’re no longer the heir, and your sickly servant doesn’t deserve the pill. Even if saved, it would be a waste of resources,” Mu Shan said with a cruel smile.

“Then you can die.” Mu Yi said nothing more. When a man can fight, there’s no need for words.

He unleashed a punch, his arm twisting like a dragon and suddenly striking forth—his signature technique, the Thunderbolt Fist.

“Dare to fight me? I’ll cripple you now!”

Mu Shan was unafraid because he knew Mu Yi’s cultivation was only the peak tenth level of Qi Refining.

As a third-level Tian Gang expert, Mu Shan could defeat him in a single round.

“Ferocious Tiger Fist!”

His right fist exploded out, surrounded by heavy afterimages, descending like a cannonball.

The two fists collided.

Boom!

The ground shook violently.

“How is this possible—”

Mu Shan’s smile vanished instantly, his face twisted with pain, and he spat a mouthful of blood.

He was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing through a wall.

Before he could land, Mu Yi’s five fingers clamped around his neck, hoisting him up like a hawk catching a chick.

Instantly, Mu Shan’s eyes rolled back, his pupils fading rapidly—the breath going out but none coming in.

“How can he be so strong? Mu Shan, the third strongest in the Mu family, isn’t a match for Mu Yi’s single strike? Has Mu Yi also stepped into the Tian Gang Realm?”

Mu Yun, seeing this, was so frightened he collapsed to the floor, nearly wetting himself.

“Where’s the Nine Yang Pill? Hand it all over.”

Mu Yi held the limp Mu Shan with one hand, his gaze sharp as a blade fixed on Mu Yun.

Mu Yun felt as if his throat was being sliced, suffocating; overwhelming terror made him tremble uncontrollably, his face pale as paper.

He quickly opened a box in the medicinal kitchen containing about ten pills, glowing red and steaming fiercely—the precious Nine Yang Pills.

“Good. You may live.”

Mu Yi snatched all the pills in one go.

“Mu Yi, what are you doing? Attacking Elder Mu Shan—are you rebelling?” At that moment, heavy footsteps sounded outside.

Grand Elder Mu Tianqiong arrived, accompanied by over thirty people.

They were shocked at the scene before them.

Mu Shan was a third-level Tian Gang expert and the Mu family’s third strongest, yet Mu Yi held him by the neck, suspended in midair like a dead fish—completely unexpected.

“Rebellion? If I, Mu Yi, please, I can rebel anytime!” Mu Yi laughed loudly.

“But I’m waiting for the clan leader to emerge before making my next move. As for you and your grandson Mu Liancheng, your fate is sealed. In five days, your heads will be in my hands.”

“Overestimating yourself! You’re a mad dog. Release Elder Mu Shan immediately and kneel to apologize. Then I might spare your life temporarily—until my grandson executes you in five days!” Mu Tianqiong’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. If not for the agreement between his grandson and Mu Yi, he would have torn Mu Yi apart long ago.

“Release him?” Mu Yi glanced at Mu Shan, who was struggling weakly, and burst into wild laughter.

“The moment he withheld Yuwei’s Nine Yang Pill causing her cold poison to flare up, this man became a dead man. Even if the clan leader arrives, he will die. No one can save him now.”

“You dare kill Elder Mu Shan? Do you know the consequences?”

Mu Tianqiong shouted furiously at Mu Yi, his voice icy and sharp.

He didn’t truly believe Mu Yi would do such a thing.

After all, Mu Shan was the third in the family. Even the clan leader Mu Ling would need a council meeting to justify killing him.

“Consequences?” Mu Yi laughed uproariously, as if hearing the world’s funniest joke.

“The sky is vast, the earth is wide, but fists are mightiest. The strongest can do as they please. Now, I’ll show you whether I dare kill this fool!”

Mu Yi was ruthless and brief.

His fingers suddenly tightened, and everyone heard bones crack.

Mu Shan’s head lolled to the side—his neck was crushed instantly.

“What? Elder Mu Shan was killed just like that by Mu Yi?”

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

No one expected Mu Yi to be so brazen—killing on a whim, lawless, and truly dangerous.

“Mu Tianqiong, didn’t you say I wouldn’t dare kill Mu Shan? Now I have. What can you do?”

Mu Yi continued to taunt, spreading his hands: “Come on, try me!”

“You’re courting death!” Mu Tianqiong had never been so insulted.

Now enraged, he forgot the agreement between his grandson and Mu Yi.

He intended to utterly crush Mu Yi here and now.

Taking a step forward, his aura surged, fingers sharp like eagle claws, descending on Mu Yi’s head with overwhelming power.

As he attacked, his body expanded like a great roc spreading its wings, with surging energy behind him.

This was the strength of the Mu family’s second strongest.

“Eagle Talon Blade!”

This was Mu Tianqiong’s ultimate technique, meant to kill Mu Yi.

“Old man, you really don’t know when to die? Fine, I’ll grant your wish!”

Mu Yi’s eyes blazed with sharp brilliance. He let out a loud shout, like drums and clashing weapons of war.

Everyone felt ringing in their ears and blood surging. The weaker cultivators nearby spat blood and saw stars.

“Hundred Battle Dazzling Dragon Fist!”

Mu Yi pushed off the ground, sending tremors through the earth. He became a streaking flash, charging forward.

This was another of his signature moves—the strongest fist technique.

He had yet to use his newly created supreme technique, the Overlord Fist, reserved for his next opponent, Mu Liancheng.

Fist clashed with claw.

The air trembled with a crackling noise like fireworks.

Mu Tianqiong’s face changed drastically. After just one strike, he stepped back swiftly.

He could feel the tremendous, inexhaustible power in Mu Yi’s fist, like endless ocean waves.

“How can this be—”

Mu Tianqiong never imagined he would be driven to such a desperate state by Mu Yi.

“The great river flows eastward, washing away heroes of bygone ages…”

Mu Yi murmured as if chanting.

“This Hundred Battle Dazzling Dragon Fist is made to strike down heroes and legends. Old man, it’s your honor to die under my fist!”

Mu Yi pressed forward relentlessly, his fist techniques chaining, forcing Mu Tianqiong back, struggling to defend.

“How could it be? Even the Grand Elder isn’t a match for Mu Yi?”

“Back in the day, even at his peak, Mu Yi was only a tenth-level Qi Refining. He could never challenge a fifth-level Tian Gang Grand Elder. How is Mu Yi stronger now? Has he stepped into the Tian Gang Realm too?”

Everyone was shocked by the scene. The Mu Yi before them was majestic and fierce, like an ancient demon incarnate, utterly unfamiliar.

Mu Tianqiong was clearly facing defeat.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him.

Bang!

The figure struck with one palm, creating a swirling vortex around them. Everyone felt as if they were being sucked in, like the Eastern Sea’s abyss swallowing all.

Mu Yi was forced back several steps.