Chapter 875: Goodness, How Dare You Lay a Hand on Me?

Mu Zixi felt she had encountered something terrifying tonight.

First Xu Xiaoshou, then Elder Sang.

How could the person in front of her conjure up two individuals who should not be here, throw lightning so precisely, and completely transform them to scare her?

Could it be that he already knew her true identity but didn't reveal it, merely changing faces to toy with her?

Most importantly...

This guy's senses are simply too keen!

He could infer with such precision from just a momentary, uncontrolled emotional reaction.

Direct denial was impossible... Mu Zixi knew this in her heart; she understood that denying it now would be tantamount to a confession.

So, she could only go along with her emotions, trembling as she said, "I've... I've met him once..."

"Once?"

Yi truly hadn't expected to gain such insight by transforming into the visage of Saint Slave Wuxiu.

He asked with interest, "Where did you meet him, what exactly happened, and what were the time, location, and people involved? Tell me everything, one by one."

Mu Zixi's mind couldn't process information that quickly. Just as she was about to fabricate a story, the chilling voice of her "master" rang out again: "You have three breaths of time. If you can't tell me, it's equivalent to fabrication, and you'll bear the consequences!"

The young girl froze for a moment, her eyes instantly shifting to fear, and she stammered, "In the Northern Region, during the clan gathering..."

She could only say it that way.

Because Mu Xiaogong's identity was from the Northern Region, and her furthest mission to date was the current Eastern Heavenly King City.

And by that time, Elder Sang had already entered.

If she claimed to have met him in Eastern Heavenly King City, the person before her could probably crush her to death.

Yi narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming even more terrifying. He said slowly, "Since you recognize my face, that means you know my identity... You met me in the Northern Region, at a clan gathering? A celebration of your clan, or something similar?"

"Mm, mm." Mu Zixi nodded awkwardly, her mind racing.

Yi's voice turned cold, and he barked, "I am a member of Saint Slave. If you met me at a semi-saint clan gathering in the Northern Region, are you implying that your clan's semi-saints are colluding with Saint Slave?!"

The young girl's mind froze, her head like it had been struck by lightning, completely blank.

"It's not like that..." she waved her hands repeatedly.

"Then what is it like?" Yi leaned closer, his expression ferocious.

In her desperation, Mu Zixi couldn't fabricate anything. A sudden idea struck her, and tears streamed down her face. She immediately squatted down, clutching her head, and cried, "Don't come so close to me! Don't you know your face is terrifying? Can't you let me speak properly?!"

"You speak properly too..." she added weakly, as if a wronged child.

Yi frowned.

Indeed, he knew that Sang Qiye's face, in the dark, was more than enough to stop a baby's crying; it could even scare a baby to death.

But extensive interrogation experience made Yi immediately suspect that the young girl's state was feigned.

He had seen too many people fabricate perfect excuses under such a buffer.

But!

Those who ended up in the Six Divisions were all old foxes.

This young girl in front of him, who appeared to be inexperienced, genuinely might have been scared by his imposing appearance.

Yi hesitated.

His strongest skill, mental guidance, had no effect on this little girl, rendering his biggest trump card useless.

So, he played along.

Yi took a step back and said, "Alright, take your time and tell me everything you know. But you must understand that the three breaths of time have passed, so your words are no longer evidence. Everything could be fabricated, understand?"

Mu Zixi's heart sank into despair.

This person before her made her feel like she was facing Xu Xiaoshou.

It was a fear of having her innermost thoughts completely seen through; even though she had done nothing, the other party could, based on psychological inference and pressure, discern every thought in her mind with perfect clarity.

Like a tapeworm in one's stomach.

Such a person was terrifying!

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."

Mu Zixi's mind was blank; she stopped trying to fabricate. She recalled the first time she met Elder Sang and disclosed everything.

"It was the person you transformed into!"

"At that time, I was still strolling in the small grove of my clan when he suddenly appeared and tried to abduct me to be his disciple."

"I didn't even know what was happening, who this person was, or how he appeared, but he was going to do it. What could I do?"

"I couldn't defeat him at all!"

"I tried to resist..." As Mu Zixi spoke, she got into the feeling and started to try and revise her story.

At the crucial moment, Yi interrupted with a frown and asked, "Was he very domineering?"

Mu Zixi was talking about the Heavenly Sang Spiritual Palace.

The image that appeared in Yi's mind, however, was of the small grove at the semi-saint clan gathering in the Northern Region.

These two were too far apart; he couldn't connect them at all.

But in Yi's impression, Saint Slave Wuxiu didn't seem like a particularly domineering person.

This person might be unreasonable, but how could he act like a bandit when facing a junior? That would be too undignified!

Mu Zixi was startled by the question and instinctively wanted to nod.

But a sudden alarm went off in her heart; she knew the person in front of her was meticulous, and if she fabricated something, he might not believe it.

Instead, she should disclose everything, then selectively omit some key information.

The other party, relying on their own imagination, might fill in the information themselves.

There were benefits to being foolish.

Why use one's weakness to challenge another's strength?

So, the young girl weakly raised her eyes, somewhat shyly saying, "Actually, it's not exactly that he was very domineering. The truth is, he also talked with me a bit..."

"But I'm already Young Master Xu's person, how could I go with him?" The young girl became excited as she spoke, standing up and gesticulating wildly.

"But he insisted I go with him!"

"But I just wouldn't go with him."

"And then he still insisted I go with him..."

"Stop!" Yi's head began to ache.

If his mental guidance hadn't failed, he swore he wouldn't let this little girl in front of him utter even one more word of nonsense!

Yi began to try guiding the conversation, getting it back on track: "He wanted you as his disciple? How did you get away from him?"

"Uh!" Mu Zixi choked.

Oh right, Elder Sang is so strong, how did I get away from him? What happened back then?

Yi's expression immediately darkened.

This was clearly the look of someone lying. Now, he would just watch how the other person fabricated it.

However, Mu Zixi, whose mind was completely blank, ultimately couldn't make up anything. She could only meekly say, "If... I mean, hypothetically, if I said I didn't know, would you kill me?"

Yi: "..."

At that moment, he truly felt the impulse to slap the girl to death.

Mu Zixi saw the situation was bad, and tears welled up again. She wailed, clutching her head and squatting down: "Don't kill me! I really don't know! At, at that time, he wanted me to be his disciple, and I kept refusing, and then suddenly he said nothing and just left. How would I know why? I can't make things up either..."

Yi selectively ignored the subsequent stream of nonsense.

He narrowed his eyes and could now understand what the young girl in front of him was saying.

Was it exposed...?

Unless Saint Slave Wuxiu's aura was exposed, it was impossible for the young girl to have escaped someone who was trying to forcibly take her.

He took over the conversation again, asking, "So, what happened after Saint Slave Wuxiu, as you say, left?"

Mu Zixi was startled.

It's over?

This guy, why isn't he pursuing the details of the process anymore?

He could accept such a full of holes story?

"Speak!" Yi's expression became stern.

Mu Zixi's delicate body trembled, and she looked about to cry: "You, don't be so fierce! When you talk like that, it easily brings back bad memories."

Yi: "..."

He simply transformed, directly becoming a passerby, and said softly, "What happened next?"

Mu Zixi completely gave up on fabricating anything. She chose to act as an ignorant bystander for once.

"Next..."

"Next, Young Master Xu appeared with some people and protected me."

She secretly raised her eyes, glanced at the person in front of her, and seeing no emotion on his face, the young girl weakly continued, "Let me tell you, although Young Master Xu is usually a bit mischievous and likes to show off, he's very good to me, you, you, you..."

She struggled internally for a moment, then chose to close her eyes, looking as if she were about to bravely face martyrdom: "If you choose to stop now and leave, I can pretend nothing happened and won't tell Young Master Xu about tonight!"

Yi was speechless.

What was this...?

A threat?

I, the dignified Head of the Yi Division, threatened by a mere Grandmaster-level girl?

"Nothing else?" Yi didn't care about irrelevant information and questioned again.

Seeing that her threat had no effect, Mu Zixi sighed inwardly, "As expected..."

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and the young girl seemed to recall something. She said, "Yes! Young Master Xu said something when he came to pick me up!"

"What did he say?" Yi immediately leaned in, realizing this might be the only crucial piece of information in all the girl's nonsense.

Mu Zixi lifted her head and chest, proclaiming emphatically, "Well, I'll be!"

Yi was stunned.

He waited for a long moment.

He found there was no follow-up.

He finally couldn't help his mouth twitching, "That's it... that's all?"

"Yes, that's it." Mu Zixi spread her hands, her face bewildered.

Well, I'll be!

At this moment, Yi even felt that the other person was toying with him. His face darkened.

Mu Zixi saw the situation was bad and thought, "As expected, I still can't make things up." She shrank her head and said timidly, "A-actually, there's a second half, but I don't really dare to say it..."

Yi felt a turn in events, quickly grabbed the young girl's shoulders, and commanded, "Speak!"

Mu Zixi lowered her head, glanced at the hands that were firmly clamping her shoulders, then turned her head away, squeezed her eyes shut, and with a face ready for death, said: "Well, I'll be! How dare you touch someone from *my* Young Master?"

Yi: "???"

At this instant, he felt his heart raging, the towering murderous intent almost tearing through the sky!

Turns out...

It was all nonsense!

"Don't kill me!" Mu Zixi immediately burst into tears again. "You told me to say it! I didn't want to! I wasn't trying to beat around the bush, or implicitly criticize you, or even point at a tree and curse a ghost. I just told you everything I knew, as you asked. Please don't kill me!"

Yi interrupted irritably, roaring, "It's insinuation! Not shooting me! And it's 'scolding the locust while pointing at the mulberry'!"

"Huh?" Mu Zixi's tears stopped, and she asked blankly, "What's 'scolding the locust while pointing at the mulberry'? Did I just say that?"

Yi: "!!!"

He furiously clenched his fists and struck the ground hard.

With a bang.

Debris flew everywhere.

Mu Zixi's body trembled violently from fright. Her shoulders were still held, so she could only crane her neck back, constantly muttering, hypnotizing herself: "Buddha bless, Buddha bless..."

Yi's composure completely shattered.

What kind of person was this?!

She was an idiot, right?!

But why could an idiot like this instantly break mental control?!

This was utterly unbelievable!

Taking a deep breath, Yi regained his composure and released his grip. But as if remembering something, he immediately took hold of the young girl's shoulders again and transferred some spiritual essence.

His original intention was to check if the young girl had any Cinder-light aura within her.

But the spiritual essence, once transferred, was like a stone thrown into the ocean...

"Burp."

Mu Zixi let out a burp. Her listless state, due to absorbing the Boundless Spiritual Essence, suddenly became somewhat radiant.

She was also bewildered.

She didn't understand why this person in front of her had suddenly become so kind, transferring such a vibrant stream of spiritual essence.

So she could only blink her large eyes and tilt her head.

"Hmm?"

She didn't dare speak, only letting out a nasal sound.

Yi, however, was losing his mind!

I wasn't trying to feed you!

I wasn't having a fit of kindness; this was a test!

A test, understand?!

You...

You idiot!

Yi gave up.

He suddenly felt relieved, wondering why he was getting angry with such an idiot who possessed special abilities.

This young girl clearly couldn't even figure out what was happening to herself at the moment.

What could he possibly learn by continuing like this?

Even if he asked her why her Devouring Wood Body showed signs of mutation, and if it was as Rao Yaoyao and Night Owl had speculated...

What could this girl possibly say?

Firstly, she was very stupid and couldn't fabricate anything, so she was likely telling the truth.

This was certainly a strength.

But the drawback was that she was *too* stupid!

Even Yi himself couldn't quite untangle the sixth-sense speculations of those two women, Rao Yaoyao and Night Owl.

He felt that if he were to discuss this with the silly girl in front of him, just the background introduction would probably take three days and two nights before she could possibly understand.

Most importantly,

After she understood, she would most likely respond with:

"Well, I'll be! So, I'm that amazing?"

Yi didn't even have the heart to ask any more questions. Why would he want to waste so much time explaining things to this minion?

He felt that Rao Yaoyao and Night Owl were simply being unreasonable.

If the Lei family truly had such a successor, it wouldn't be a blessing, but a disgrace to the family!

Yi suddenly missed Xu Xiaoshou of Saint Slave. Although he had been tricked by that guy last time, at least the other party was intelligent, and under mental control, he displayed a strong will to survive and a fighting spirit.

Such a prey could make a hunter's heart pound.

This girl in front of him...

"Forget it, I'm exhausted."

Yi released her hand, turned around wearily, and walked away into the distance.

Mu Zixi apparently hadn't expected the crisis to be resolved so inexplicably. Still somewhat bewildered, she even waved her hand and called out, "Isn't there anything else you want to ask? I know a lot more!"

Yi's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He didn't dare stop and quickened his pace.

Mu Zixi was delighted and called out to his retreating back, "Don't worry, you're a good person. I won't tell Young Master Xu what happened tonight. When the time comes, I'll help you make up an excuse to cover it up."

Yi was startled and immediately turned around: "No! You don't need to make anything up! Just tell him everything in detail."

Since he couldn't extract any information, Yi wouldn't want to make an enemy of a semi-saint successor.

His biggest fear was that this young girl would go back and fabricate stories, thereby revealing his abilities.

With this girl's "intelligence"...

Yi shivered.

He knew Young Master Xu wasn't like Mu Xiaogong; that guy was extremely shrewd.

Probably with just one sentence, he could infer Yi's identity.

Making enemies with a semi-saint family over such a trivial matter tonight? Just thinking about it gave Yi a headache.