Chapter 608: Master’s Hint

Chapter 608: Master’s Hint

The king of the Helong Hall truly lives up to his reputation; instead of waiting for the birthday banquet, he boldly demanded power right in front of everyone!

At this moment, I can only imagine the psychological trauma inflicted on Mu Yuanfeng. Having the birthday feast interrupted is one thing, but to be usurped by his own second son? That’s enough to break anyone’s spirit!

Lin Nuo, being a controlled newbie, was witnessing all of this unfold. It was more thrilling than any drama he had ever seen. The birthday banquet chaos, the various factions running amok, the Refining Demon Sect on the attack, and the second-in-command seizing power—this could be a blockbuster hit! I’ve even got a title for it: “The Clown Is Me!”

Nobody suspected him at the moment. Coupled with the recent illusion incident, his soulless eyes could easily deceive everyone around.

With eyes wide open and ears perked up, he patiently observed the situation, which is a hallmark of great villains.

At this time, Mu Yuanfeng was trembling as he ordered, “W-well, Mu Sheng, I command you to handle all of this!”

“Dad, this isn’t a command. I think you’re getting old and should enjoy some peace. Leave the matters of Helong Hall to the younger generation.”

“Mu Sheng, I am not at that age yet, and you all aren’t at the point where I can entirely hand over power to you.”

“No one else can, but I can. If it weren’t for me today, those Demon Disciples would have killed you and wiped this place out. Do you have any choices left? No, if I leave, everyone here will die.”

The second-in-command, Mu Sheng, wore a chilling smile and shook his head. This old man is unbelievably stubborn and still doesn’t understand the severity of the situation.

“Mu Sheng, have you consulted us before doing this?! If we’re passing on power, it should go to me, the eldest son!”

The head of the hall seethed in rage, unable to tolerate his second brother’s arrogance.

“Hey, you don’t have the right to speak!”

Mu Sheng waved a hand slightly, and an underling beside the head drew a sharp knife, aiming it at his neck.

“Now you understand? You have no right to speak, including all of you—none of you have that right.”

“W-what? Are you rebelling? C-could it really be an illusion?!” The head was taken aback.

“Ha, it’s clear that you’ve lost the support of the people, which is why this rebellion has occurred. They see me worthy of allegiance, so they naturally pledged their loyalty. No problem there.”

Mu Sheng had seized control of the situation, his confidence soaring. Now, no one dared to make a move.

People increasingly believed he was using illusion techniques; it was no wonder so many were acting strangely.

This was a cunning ploy, and hiring a group of illusionists was fraught with peril. Illusionists are mentally unstable, and you never know when they might explode. Not to mention, their fees are pretty high.

Illusions—there must be others among the crowd caught up in them, and not just one person.

This is a real headache; you can never know who might stab you in the back.

“Mu Sheng, this is your brother. Don’t…”

“Brother? Ha, old man, you’ve been in Helong Hall for so long, and you still believe in brotherhood?”

Mu Sheng directly switched his tone and address, dropping “Father” for “Old Man.”

Given how stubborn this old man is, what’s there to discuss anymore?

Mu Yuanfeng shouted, “Mu Sheng, are you rebelling?!”

“Ha, I thought to give you a way out, but you’re still being utterly stubborn.”

Mu Sheng clapped his hands, and suddenly, the guards flooded into the residence, all now under his command.

In fact, Mu Sheng had been secretly preparing for this coup for a long time. Many of Mu Yuanfeng’s subordinates had already sided with him, while the stubborn ones were either killed or coerced into submission using illusions.

He initially intended to obtain power through legitimate means, but his patience had worn thin, so why not rebel now?

“For those who don’t want to die, pledge loyalty to me, Mu Sheng, and you will reap great benefits. It’s better than being oppressed everywhere. I don’t particularly want to kill you, esteemed members of the Refining Demon Sect, but letting you go seems wasteful. Let’s make a deal: hand over seventy percent of your territories and resources to me.”

“Impossible…”

Ling Yuan wasn’t having it; a soldier may be killed, but never insulted. How could he agree to a deal that would strip him of his dignity?!

He yelled angrily, but Mu Sheng suppressed him, leaving him unable to shout any further.

“Dad!”

Ling Meng screamed out in anger, but there was nothing she could do but watch her father suffer.

“Oh dear, your daughter is quite the power player. How about this: you let her make the decision, or else your father might just meet his end.”

Mu Sheng pointed his knife at Ling Yuan, putting Ling Meng in a real dilemma.

To sell off territory would surely incur her father’s wrath, but not selling would risk his life.

What to do? What to do?

Ling Meng’s gaze shifted to Lin Nuo, who continued to appear blank, his expression as cold as ice.

Master, what should I do? Please guide me, otherwise, my father will be killed!

At this moment, Lin Nuo was enjoying the spectacle, amused internally.

Oh, this is great; things are really heating up! This drama is too brilliant! I’m making a killing just being here—come on, let’s get to it; the more deaths, the better!

The scene was just too hilarious; Lin Nuo had received professional training, so no matter how funny it was, he wouldn’t laugh.

Unless he couldn’t help it.

A nearly imperceptible smile crept onto his lips, so subtle that most wouldn’t even notice the change—he still looked cold and indifferent.

However, this brief moment was caught by Ling Meng’s eye, and she noticed the tiniest rise at the corner of Lin Nuo’s mouth!

It changed, the expression changed! Though it was minute, it changed!

Is this a hint for me?

Ling Meng’s mind raced, recalling how her master always guided her, leading her through difficulties without directly solving problems.

His intentions were surely in his mind.

Why did he go from expressionless to subtly smiling?

This is…?

Suddenly, something clicked for her. When Master was teaching her, he once said, “Calmness prevails over chaos.”

The so-called calmness is maintaining composure when everyone else is agitated; you need to settle down and endure, erupting only when the time is right.

Generally, techniques for manipulating spirit energy cause it to disperse, but if you stay calm, that won’t happen.

He had taught her a technique known as the Secret Calm Technique, useful for staying tranquil during trials.

This was used for counterattacks in dire situations, sealing one’s energy so outsiders wouldn’t sense any signs of action.

Then, once the energy was built up, erupting with a burst could be unexpectedly effective.

So, his earlier expressionless demeanor hinted that she should start gathering her strength, while the slight smile indicated it was time to explode forth, launching a counterattack.

As everyone else trembled in fear, only you remained calm and composed—you could turn the tide!

Yes, this is Master’s hint!

Initially lacking confidence, she now felt empowered by her Master’s suggestion.

Alright, let’s go for it; I can definitely turn this around.

“Yes.”

Ling Meng agreed on the surface, biding her time to gather her focus and inner calm.

Master, your disciple will definitely turn the tide!