Chapter 1 Walking Disaster

Nanyang City, Country A.

It was in the most luxurious villa area in the city center, the place that countless people from Nanyang City dreamed of living in.

With people living here, either rich or noble, it symbolized status, with strict security and an excellent environment.

Mu Family was one of them. The living room was brightly lit, with an extremely oppressive atmosphere and a low pressure.

Because the backyard was on fire, although the fire didn't alarm the police, the family servants and security guards were mobilized to put it out, and the backyard was a mess.

Some servants and security guards still had dusty faces, looking dirty, but they did not dare to leave, lowering their heads and shaking off to the side.

Apart from Mu Zongwen, who was hospitalized because of a car accident, everyone in the Mu Family was present.

On the small sofa on the left, Wen Jia, with a gentle temperament, had a pale face and a strong sense of exhaustion, but her eyes were firm and clear.

Originally, she was guarding her husband in the hospital but was called back by the butler.

She held her daughter, Mu Tianen, who was only a hundred days old.

Tianen slept soundly in her mother's arms. However, she was smaller than other three-month-old babies. She did not look chubby, with a slightly yellow face.

She was often sick, either with an uncomfortable stomach or a fever.

The eight-year-old eldest son and the six-year-old second daughter stood on both sides of Wen Jia. Their delicate little faces were stiff, and their small hands grasped the corner of Wen Jia's clothes, acting as guardians.

Mu Qing, who was sitting on the central sofa, had white hair, aged spots, and wrinkles. He did not have the peace and kindness that an old man should have.

With slightly blurry but sharp eyes, he did not hide the coldness and dislike in his eyes as he looked at the granddaughter in Wen Jia's arms. He did not show any mercy, "Send this walking disaster away today."

Wen Jia felt pain in her heart and her face turned even paler. However, not afraid of Mu Qing's oppressiveness, she held her daughter even tighter.

Perhaps because she used too much strength, Tianen woke up from her sleep and snorted twice.

Wen Jia came back to her senses and relaxed a bit. She patted Tianen, raised her eyes, and said firmly, "Dad, I won't send Tianen away. I will take care of my daughter myself. Our family of five can move out."

How could Mu Qing, who had been strong for a lifetime, allow his daughter-in-law to reject his decision? His wrinkled face darkened, and he was furious. He slapped on the expensive pear wood table, "Wen Jia, do you also want to get out of Mu Family?"

Old Lady Mu did not dare to make a sound. The first son's family looked as if watching a show. They did not open their mouths to gloat lest Mu Qing got angry.

Wen Jia said fearlessly, "Dad, I called you dad only because you are Zongwen's father, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to you. I won't send Tianen away,"

Mu Qing still wanted to say something, but the phone rang first. The butler next to him immediately picked it up. His face changed greatly, "Old Master, Second Young Master is in critical condition."

Wen Jia suddenly stood up with the child in her arms, with a completely pale face and a swaying body. If not for the child in her arms, she would have fallen to the ground.

Other than the worry on Old Lady Mu's face, the others did not change their expressions as if they were outsiders.

Wen Jia urged her eldest son to take care of the second daughter and quickly walked out, not daring to leave her at home.

Wen Jia rushed to the hospital and learned that her husband had been saved. She, who had always been strong, leaned against the wall. She looked at her cute little daughter, who had woken up, and wondered if she should call her parents.

However, her parents were busy, and she did not want to worry them.

"Ah Jia."

Hearing the gentle and familiar voice, Wen Jia raised her head abruptly and saw an elegant face, feeling a sense of grievance and dependence. She smiled for the first time since her husband got into a car accident and said, "Ah Qing."

Eighteen years later.

Early in the morning, the sun slowly rose. Above Mount Qingyun, there were white clouds. An ancient mansion was on the top of the mountain., shrouded in the morning fog and sunlight like a palace in the sky.

Mu Tianen, in a dark gray Daoist robe with a bun on her head, had just finished meditating in the back mountain, feeling refreshed. However, she was about to go back to her room to wash up when stopped by her master, Yuan Qing, halfway.

She was also dressed in a dark gray Daoist robe. Her hair was tied up in a jade crown, with a clear and calm gaze. Over fifty years old, she seemed to be spared by the time. Perhaps she had been living on such a beautiful and fresh mountain all this time, and she even gave people a feeling of immortality.

In this fairy-like environment, she looked like a Daoist who had achieved immortality at first glance.

Mu Tianen's adorable face was full of energy. She smiled sweetly when seeing her most respected master, "Good morning, master."

Yuan Qing's elegant face that seemed to be spared by the time flashed with a trace of reluctance. Her right hand caressed her rosy cheeks, "Little Seven, tomorrow is your 18th birthday. Time flies."

Back then, that jerk deceived her and harmed her entire family. If not for her close friends and the butler, she wouldn't have lived. From then on, she swore not to marry. For the rest of her life, she only lived to avenge for the Yuan Family.

To prevent the hatred from eroding her, she had taken seven disciples over the years. Mu Tianen was the youngest daughter of her only best friend.

The little girl she took from her best friend in the hospital was eighteen in the blink of an eye, and she was a graceful young girl.

These eighteen years had brought her countless joys, giving her motherhood experience.

Mu Tianen smiled, with her eyes darkened like a kitty being abandoned, "Master, Little Seven will miss you,"

Yuan Qing had a rule. Her first six disciples were kicked out of the mountain to train when they were eighteen years old and were not allowed to return. The reason was unknown, but Mu Tianen had long known that this day would come.

Since Sixth Senior Brother went down the mountain five years ago, only three people left on Mount Qingyun.

Yuan Qing took out Mu Tianen's Eight Treasure Bag from her back. The reluctance on her face had already disappeared with a calm mood. She said, " Little Seven, it's time for you to go down the mountain."

Her voice was very calm, but one could hear a trace of reluctance. After she finished speaking, she stuffed the bag into Mu Tianen's arms and quickly pushed her out, not letting her see the tears in her eyes.

Mu Tianen was stunned for a while before reacting. However, having already been pushed to the door, she quickly turned around and said, "Master, my parents are on their way. I can go down the mountain tomorrow. Otherwise, at least let me change my clothes. And there is also Uncle Butler, I haven't said goodbye to him yet."

The north Nanyang City was quite far from the west Mount Qingyun. One had to take a plane for two hours. After that, he would take a car for four or five hours. The journey would take half a day.

Every year, Mu Zongwen's family would come to see Mu Tianen on her birthday. They would come one day earlier and accompany her for a month.

"No, you are going down the mountain today." Yuan Qing picked up the Eight Treasure Bag and put it on Mu Tianen. She held her cute and delicate face with both hands and said, "Little Seven, see you next time."

Mu Tianen was originally sad, but when she heard it, the sadness disappeared. Previously, she was afraid of not seeing her master in the future, but she said they would meet next time, so there would be such a time.

Thinking of this, Mu Tianen reluctantly sighed. She turned back every three steps and went down the mountain. Her hands were exhausted from waving, "Master, take care of yourself and miss me. Call me; I won't be lazy. When you go down the mountain, bring Uncle Butler. You have to contact me early."

The butler walked to Yuan Qing when she disappeared, "Miss, I have begun to miss Little Seven."

Thinking about Mu Tianen's voice would not be on Mount Qingyun in the future, he might need a long time to get used to it.

"Her path has just begun." Yuan Qing raised her head and looked at the gradually turning blue sky. A trace of a smile flashed in her eyes.

Back then, Mu Tianen had been regarded as a jinx by her Grandfather, but Mount Qingyun had more energy and pleasure because of her.

Mu Tianen had facial features indicating a prosperous future, and she inherited all the merits of her parents with a high IQ.

One day, she would show her light.

She believed that day would not be far away.

Mu Tianen pursed her lips and slowly walked down the mountain step by step. She was still immersed in the sorrow of parting with her master when the sound of birds flying in the forest pulled her back to her senses.

If not for the great commotion, the bird wouldn't be scared to fly up.

Her cute face darkened, and her black eyes half-narrowed. She jumped up and stepped on two tree trunks with a few big strides. With a turn, she stood firmly on the tree trunk.

Looking around with her big eyes, Mu Tianen saw a group of people heading toward her from the southeast, which was the direction of the mountain.

It was three people with panicked expressions and unsteady steps. They would turn around to look behind from time to time, looking like they were being chased.

Mu Tianen looked back but did not see anything. She looked back at the three people and saw they had passed the tree she was hiding and headed towards the mountain.

Although there was a mechanism halfway up the mountain, Mu Tianen did not want to waste it, and she would not allow anyone to disturb her master's cultivation.

After looking around from the Eight Treasure Bag, she took out a slingshot and marbles, narrowed her black and bright left eye, and skillfully raised her slingshot to aim.

With a 'xiu' sound, the marble shot through the air and hit the back head of the last people in front of her.

The sound of that person falling made the two people in front turn back, stop their footsteps, and immediately be alert, hiding behind the tree trunk that even two people could not wrap around.

A crafty look appeared in Mu Tianen's black eyes. As red as flower petals, her lips curved, and her right hand took out a marble from the Eight Treasure Bag. She aimed again at a foot that was not hidden.

'Xiu', the marble flew out again.

"Ah..."

The man felt the bones at the back of his foot crack.

A wail sent the bird that had just stopped to rest flying again.

The desperate desperado, who was being chased, saw his subordinates getting injured one after another. He felt embarrassed, but he did not dare to show up. He could only hide and roar, "Leng Yan, what is the point of hiding? If you have the ability, come out, and I will fight you one on one."

He just injured Leng Yan's two brothers and stole a chip. From Nanyang City to here, there were a few hundred kilometers. No wonder everyone said that Leng Yan was narrow-minded.

However, he still liked to play cat and mouse. Slowly, he injured his subordinates one by one, with only two left.

Mu Tianen rolled her eyes and knew that the other party recognized the wrong person. She put the slingshot back and took out a small crossbow.

Just now, she was only giving them a warning, but now, Mu Tianen was angry because the two who had not fainted were secretly moving forward.