The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Chapter 127 Assisting in the Recovery of Yan, Transaction in the Pavilion

Inside Mantuo Villa.

The group of martial servants who attacked Lu Yao at Li Qingluo's behest were all drained of their true energy and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"Is this young master from Xingxiu Sea?"

Murong Fu frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Didn't Young Master Murong hear what Madam Wang said?"

Lu Yao chuckled and asked in return.

Murong Fu had naturally heard what Li Qingluo had blurted out, but he still couldn't believe that there was a martial art so similar to the Huagong Dafa.

"That Ding Chunqiu is a disgraced disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect. He has only learned a little bit of the Xiaoyao Sect's secrets and is nothing special."

Lu Yao immediately claimed the identity of the Xiaoyao Sect as his own.

Anyway, there aren't many people left in the Free and Unfettered Sect, and it's almost disbanded. Lu Yao has taken up the mantle of rebuilding the Free and Unfettered Sect.

"I did not expect you to have such an extraordinary background, young master. I have been disrespectful."

Murong Fu was a shrewd and calculating man. Seeing that Lu Yao was of extraordinary background and highly skilled in martial arts, he was naturally willing to befriend him.

Knowing she was at a disadvantage, Li Qingluo dared not bring up the matter of using Lu Yao as fertilizer again.

"These servants must have been arrogant and domineering, and offended you, young master. It was all a misunderstanding. Please don't take it to heart."

Murong Fu looked sincere and even gave Li Qingluo a wink.

"Ahem! These few unruly servants are used to swaggering around the manor. I never expected them to deceive me like this. Please forgive them, young master. I will definitely teach them a lesson!"

Li Qingluo coughed lightly, forced a smile, and followed Murong Fu's lead.

"Guards! Drag Granny Chang away and beat her to death."

Li Qingluo turned to the side, gave the old woman a cold look, and said coldly.

"Ah? Madam! I'm innocent! I'm completely loyal to you!"

The old woman standing to the side was stunned for a moment, and immediately sensed something was wrong. She quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she begged for mercy, Li Qingluo's expression did not change at all.

"I admire your methods, Madam."

Lu Yao wasn't trying to kill Li Qingluo, so he just gave her a nonchalant reply.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's go inside the manor to talk."

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Murong Fu smiled and cupped his hands to Lu Yao.

After saying this, the group walked into the Mantuo Manor, leaving servants to clean up the area.

"Haha, sister, look at Madam's face, it's hilarious."

Abi hid behind and whispered to Azhu beside her with a smile.

"Stop laughing! Come inside with the young master."

Azhu smiled, but immediately reminded Abi to tone it down.

......

A pavilion in Mantuo Villa is surrounded by a variety of colorful flowers and plants, including some rare varieties.

Li Qingluo prepared snacks and drinks to receive Lu Yao and Murong Fu.

Originally, Li Qingluo looked down on Murong Fu, but after meeting Lu Yao, a guy with unfathomable strength, she immediately became much more restrained.

"My two naughty maids told me that the young master is a descendant of my father's good friend?"

Murong Fu sat at the table, asking with a smile, appearing very gentle and refined.

"That's right. My father and Mr. Murong Bo were old friends for many years, but they lost contact after Mr. Murong passed away."

Lu Yao smiled faintly and revealed the identity he had fabricated.

"I see."

Murong Fu nodded seriously.

"Madam Wang, I have some important matters to discuss with Brother Murong. Would you be so kind as to grant me this favor?"

Lu Yao glanced at Li Qingluo, who was sitting to the side watching the show, and said with a smile.

"It's impossible."

Li Qingluo's lips twitched, she stood up expressionlessly, turned and left.

"Brother Lu, please speak frankly."

Murong Fu's eyes flickered as he picked up his wine cup and took a small sip.

"Hehehe, I suppose Brother Murong doesn't believe what I just said. That was indeed an excuse I made up."

Lu Yao chuckled and shrugged.

"Whether it's true or false, Young Master Lu, please state your purpose."

Murong Fu smiled faintly, but he didn't believe Lu Yao's nonsense.

After all, there are quite a few loopholes. At first glance, it seems to make no mistakes, but it doesn't fit into many situations.

Although Murong Fu was arrogant and conceited, he was not a fool.

"Since that's the case, then I won't beat around the bush. I'm here to help Young Master Murong."

Lu Yao's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Murong Fu with an inscrutable expression.

"I just heard that Brother Lu is very familiar with my ambitions, so it seems you have come prepared."

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes as he looked at Lu Yao, a faint killing intent rising in his heart.

"I advise you to give up that unrealistic idea."

Lu Yao was perfectly aware of Murong Fu's subtle movements, and looked at him calmly.

Instantly, an immense pressure enveloped Murong Fu, the powerful oppression making him feel as if he were drowning in the sea.

"Late stage of the Innate Realm!"

Murong Fu stared wide-eyed at Lu Yao in disbelief, a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

The oppressive feeling vanished instantly, and Murong Fu quickly took a deep breath.

"Young Master Lu possesses unparalleled martial arts skills; his background must be extraordinary. Why are you helping me?"

Murong Fu's face was grim, and he looked at Lu Yao with great apprehension.

"Our Free and Unfettered Sect wishes to support the emperor. What do you think of this reason, Brother Murong?"

Lu Yao smiled faintly, his tone very gentle, as if the terrifying intimidation just now had nothing to do with him.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu fell silent.

"My Xiaoyao Sect can offer you advice, provide funds for recruiting soldiers, and even support from experts."

Lu Yao's words were like a demon from the abyss, constantly tempting Murong Fu.

"What do I, the Murong family, have to give in return?"

Murong Fu looked at Lu Yao, his brows furrowed.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. All help comes with a price tag, a principle Murong Fu understood.

"Hehehe, it all depends on whether you're willing or not."

Looking at Murong Fu, Lu Yao suddenly wanted to test whether Murong Fu was truly willing to give up everything for the sake of restoring his kingdom.

"Brother Lu, please enlighten me."

Murong Fu took a deep breath, intending to accept Lu Yao's help.

Actually, this is not Murong Fu's fault. Under Murong Bo's tutelage, he was single-mindedly focused on restoring his kingdom and regarded this as his lifelong goal.

But when he actually started implementing it, he found it to be exceptionally difficult.

Although there were many states in the Central Plains at this time, such as the Northern Song, Dali, and Western Xia, none of them had the opportunity to revive the Yan state.

Furthermore, Murong Fu's efforts were misguided. What use is fame in the martial arts world? What use is fighting ability? If he wants to restore his kingdom, he needs to rely on strategy and military prowess.

Given Murong Fu's small and insignificant resources, how could he possibly conquer cities and lands with any strategy or plan?

"I want your cousin Wang Yuyan, as well as Azhu and Abi. I can give you one million taels of silver first."

Lu Yao smiled faintly, held up three fingers, and looked at Murong Fu with interest.

Lu Yao was eager to know whether Murong Fu thought these three people were worth a million taels of silver.