Chapter 601: You’re Still Alone

Chapter 601: You’re Still Alone

Mu Yuanfeng’s influence was substantial; besides the various heads and leaders from the Mu family, he had invited different sects to take the lead, resulting in a lively gathering.

Now standing before Lin Nuo and the others was a member of the Mu family, a girl who appeared quite innocent—she was Mu Yiting’s seventh sister, Mu Wanyun.

She was her cousin, and the ranking within the Mu family was based on birth dates; Mu Wanyun was the seventh, while Mu Yiting was the fourth.

Not just the Mu family, but most large families in the common world followed this ranking tradition.

The opponent was being very polite, and Mu Yiting naturally reciprocated the greeting:

“Long time no see, Wanyun sister! How have you been lately?”

“I’ve been well. Today is grandfather’s birthday, a joyful occasion to gather with all our relatives, truly wonderful.”

Mu Wanyun smiled with her eyes narrowed, noticing Lin Nuo beside them, and gently asked:

“Yiting sister, may I ask who this is?”

“This is Ni Daye, my fiancé. This martial arts contest for marriage was arranged by grandfather. He fought to the end and gained the Mu family’s recognition.”

“Oh, I see. A contest for marriage, huh? I envy you, Yiting sister, being forced to find such a strong husband. Unlike me, who can only search for one myself. I wish I could have an arrangement too.”

Mu Wanyun gently rubbed her brow, speaking softly, her tone evoking a protective instinct in the listener.

However, Lin Nuo felt no protective instinct—in fact, he felt a desire to give her a good beating.

Well, well, this old yin-yang person really knew how to twist words with sarcasm.

But there were plenty of such sarcastic characters in the dark underworld; it wasn’t anything new. Speaking properly seemed out of the question.

Wasn’t she just mocking Mu Yiting? Mocking her for lacking the right to choose her own happiness? Was it really a ‘forced’ contest for marriage?

A contest for marriage meant no choices; did she really think all girls were martial enthusiasts? Is merely finding someone strong enough to be a perfect match?

“Wanyun sister is joking. This isn’t forced at all. I’ve always had feelings for him. The martial arts contest is just to show everyone how extraordinary he is. Besides, this is also a way for grandfather to recognize him, so I can marry him legitimately.”

Mu Yiting smiled with narrowed eyes. She had anticipated her cousin’s ill intentions. No worries—every jab of sarcasm only highlighted Wanyun’s own sadness. Others in happiness while she was left all alone, that was truly pitiful.

“Is that so? Then I congratulate you, sister. Regarding the contest, everyone knows it’s said you’ve already been fond of him. So why hadn’t we heard about it before the contest? Fortunately for you, if the outcome isn’t in his favor, that could be quite embarrassing.”

“Thank you for your concern, but I have full confidence in him. The outcome will definitely be in his favor. You should focus on your own matters; after all, you’re still alone.”

Mu Yiting naturally wasn’t going to back down. Facing her cousin, she was equally sharp. When it came to sarcasm, Mu Yiting was no slouch; after all, she had her sweet role in Xuanyun Sect. Her adaptability was strong, and Wanyun wouldn’t gain any upper hand.

Upon hearing, Lin Nuo thought: if not alone, does that mean as a dog? What kind of statement is that?

Mu Wanyun felt a bit angry but had to maintain elegance; otherwise, she would lose.

“May I ask about Young Master Ni’s background? With your sister’s noble status, he must be an elite from some organization, right?”

Mu Wanyun shifted her focus to Lin Nuo. Upon hearing this, Lin Nuo thought: well, are you conducting a household check? If I told you I’m the villain who devastates worlds, your head wouldn’t be enough to cover that.

“Heroes don’t ask from whence they come. A capable person doesn’t need a high status. Ultimately, he has grandfather’s recognition, and he fully has the qualification to be my future husband. To be precise, perhaps I’m not even worthy of him.”

Mu Yiting interjected before Lin Nuo could, no need for him to waste his breath on her.

“Ah, so he doesn’t have a noble identity? Sister, that won’t do. While you may be willing to settle, I’m not okay with that for you.”

“Thank you for your kindness; I’m not settling. If you’re still unwilling, then continue being bitter.”

Mu Yiting smiled, then linked arms with Lin Nuo and walked past Mu Wanyun into the estate, ignoring her entirely.

That was enough—it felt good to release some pent-up frustration.

Mu Wanyun gritted her teeth, feeling a mix of anger and bitterness.

She was just someone about to be removed from the family tree—what was there to gloat about?

Everyone knew Mu Feng was the weakest among the heads; he had no say in anything, being summoned and dismissed at will—not even knowing how he’d meet his end.

She’d have her comeuppance.

Lin Nuo and the others continued inside. Lin Nuo glanced back at Mu Wanyun—she appeared somewhat unwilling to accept her fate.

This was the classic case of outward compliance and inner resentment—often found in family dramas, smiling on the surface but cursing inwardly.

“What? Are you feeling bad for her?”

Mu Yiting tugged him back to reality.

“Nope, I just enjoy watching others squirm.”

“Squirm? Who?”

“Her. I find her quite the embarrassment.”

“Indeed quite embarrassing, but she wouldn’t feel embarrassed; her skin is thick. Ah, why are we even talking about her? There’s nothing more to say. Let’s go.”

Mu Yiting linked her arm with Lin Nuo’s, quickening her pace as they entered the grand hall.

Inside, there was a variety of distinguished guests, including several prominent figures from the Mu family and representatives from various sects and organizations.

Upon seeing Mu Yiting and the others enter, many cast disdainful glances their way, especially considering that most of the martial artists from the last contest had perished on the arena.

Though Mu Yiting hadn’t been the one to kill them, that contest had ultimately cost them their elites, naturally prompting their scorn.

Crucially, the contest had yielded no results, leading many to suspect it was some sort of conspiracy by Mu Feng, resulting in the tragic deaths of numerous martial artists.

Now, witnessing Mu Yiting sweetly linking arms with a young man further fueled their anger, as the supposed contest for marriage had evaporated into nothingness, with her seeking someone else—was this just a game?

As Lin Nuo sensed all those hostile gazes, he felt uneasy. What’s this about? He wasn’t the main character; why was he facing ridicule? Did he come just to be mocked, where he could show off like a Dragon King?

In his past life, he might have thought like this, always seeing himself as the main character.

But that wasn’t the case now; he was the villain. Logically, he should be joining in to ridicule the main character.

Unfortunately, Asu wasn’t around; otherwise, he could take this opportunity to mock her too. After all, when her little Dragon King’s minion arrived, he could simply make a run for it, successfully pulling off the ‘act tough and then run’ move—if he ran fast enough, they couldn’t catch him.

Could it be that Mu Yiting also had the aura of a main character? A hidden Dragon King?

Whatever, she wouldn’t show up again later—just a minor character.

Here, Lin Nuo could still see many familiar faces, but the second-in-command of Helong Hall hadn’t arrived yet.

He was the man holding the script, knowing who would stand at the end of Helong Hall. In terms of power and intellect, he was indeed the second-in-command.