Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Upon hearing this, Elder Wu's face lit up with even more joy, and he repeatedly agreed with Murong Fu's words.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

They kept praising Murong Fu's divine power, after all, in their recent battle, only a few dozen people were injured and a few unlucky guys with low martial arts skills died.

They were just a motley crew gathered together to kill the Child Granny. Since the dead can't speak, they naturally wouldn't offend the big boss because of them.

A joyful atmosphere suddenly filled the entire hilltop.

The Uneven Taoist stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "Brother Wu, congratulations!"

With Young Master Murong willing to lend a hand, the mission is already 90% complete.

Not to mention that Young Master Murong himself possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, even his confidante is a rare master in the martial arts world.

He then said, "Brother Wu, come, come, come! I have long admired most of the thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters here, but I have never met them before."

"Now that we are all united against a common enemy, you should introduce Young Master Murong and this humble Taoist priest to each other."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, Old Man Wu naturally agreed.

Urged on by Wu Yazi's soft voice, Su Xinghe carried him on his back and joined Bao Butong in front of him.

Wang Yuyan and the others weren't interested in this; they found a place to rest and play with the children.

Duan Yu was also urged by his younger sister A Zhu to go to Murong Fu's place.

The group of people gathered together naturally because of the Heavenly Child Granny, who was renowned throughout the Northwest. The hundreds of people gathered today can be described as an alliance of victims.

The names of the people were then called out, and they were introduced one by one.

These people, who dominated their respective regions, mostly didn't know each other. When Boss Wu introduced Murong Fu and the others, people around would often exclaim, "Ah, so he is the cave master of so-and-so cave." Or they would whisper, "The island master of so-and-so is renowned far and wide, I never expected him to be like this."

Murong Fu naturally knew the inside story, but Bao Butong and the others were secretly puzzled: "These people are clearly gathered together to fight the enemy, so how come they don't know each other? It seems that tonight is the first time they have met."

Boss Wu instructed everyone to be on guard to prevent anyone from entering or leaving and ruining the grand plan.

Then, a group of men actually started a grievance session, each taking turns to accuse the old woman of being vicious and cruel.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi smiled bitterly to himself: Sure enough, Senior Sister hasn't changed at all over the years, and has even become more ruthless and decisive.

Back then, he and Li Qiushui went into seclusion and lived in Dali because he couldn't stand his senior sister's bossy attitude.

When Murong Fu heard this, he was also greatly impressed. He never expected that this Granny Tong was such a capable manager, managing these fierce people like a gentle wife.

But then he remembered that the Life and Death Talisman was a technique he possessed, and he instantly understood. He was glad that his boss in his previous life didn't know it, and even more glad that he was skilled in martial arts and had a special technique in this life, so he wasn't afraid of the Life and Death Talisman at all.

Just as Murong Fu was about to take out some fine wine and melon seeds from his personal space, Boss Wu said again:

"Young Master Murong and Daoist Buping, and the others, are no longer outsiders. I'm not afraid to say this, so please forgive my ignorance."

Our thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters, some dominating the islands and others living in seclusion in the mountains, were indeed extremely free and unrestrained, even to the point of not wanting to trade for an emperor. But in reality, they were all bound by the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny.

To be honest, we were all her slaves. Every year, once or twice, she would send a maid to scold us severely.

That's something no living person could bear. You can imagine how angry we must have been when we heard her cursing us.

But then again, the more fiercely her people cursed, the happier we were…”

Bao Butong couldn't help but interject, "That's strange. What kind of person in the world is so shameless, getting happier the more they're insulted?"

Old Wu said, "Brother, you don't know this, but if the people sent by the Child Granny give us a good scolding, we will have overcome this year's difficulties. On the island in the cave, we will hold a grand banquet for several days to celebrate our peace."

Sigh, to act like this is truly despicable.

But if the messenger sent by the Child Granny doesn't curse us as turtles and bastards, or curse our ancestors for eighteen generations, then our future days will be difficult.

You should know that if she doesn't send people to insult you, she'll send people to beat you. If you're lucky, you'll get thirty lashes. As long as your legs aren't broken, she'll probably throw a banquet to celebrate.

Heh, I'm afraid that after waiting a year, we'll be met not with scolding or beatings, but with...

"Alas, Island Master Sima, please show the wounds you suffered from the python whip to all your friends!"

After saying this, a gaunt old man unbuttoned his shirt, revealing nine bright red marks on his back—three vertical and three horizontal—that looked like nine scarlet centipedes crawling on his body, which was terrifying.

Then several people, as if competing to see who was more miserable, took off their clothes and showed their wounds and suffering.

Murong Fu was amazed when he saw this. He thought that these people must all be skilled in martial arts, yet they could still endure pain and punishment that ordinary people could not bear.

Bao Butong and Duan Yu were already furious, and Wu Yazi also sighed. He had always been very proud of himself and in his early years he disdained killing people, let alone torturing them.

However, due to the harm caused by his own treacherous disciple over the past thirty years, he was also disabled. Looking at the scars and deformities on the person in front of him, although he knew that his senior sister probably wouldn't bother to give such orders and that it was probably the subordinates who did it on their own, he couldn't help but sigh because the root of the problem was his senior sister.

Boss Wu then said:

"But just as I and Master An and the others went up Misty Peak, all nine of us were terrified."

The medicines that the old devil instructed us to prepare three years ago are extremely rare, such as the eggs of a three-hundred-year-old sea turtle and eight-foot-long deer antlers, which we can never find.

We expected the punishment to be severe this time. But to our surprise, the nine men trembled as they handed over the goods. The old devil sent someone to deliver a message: "Put away the purchased goods. You nine turtle bastards, quickly tuck your tails between your legs and get down the mountain."

We were overjoyed, as if we had received a royal pardon, and immediately descended the mountain, all wanting to leave as soon as possible, lest the old thief discover that the items were not right and start investigating, which would be a serious crime.

The nine of us arrived at the foot of Misty Peak, pulled back the blindfolds, and saw three dead people at the foot of the mountain.

One of them, whom Master An recognized, was a master from the First-Rank Hall of the Western Xia Kingdom, named Daoist Nine Wings.

The Unjust Taoist suddenly realized, "So the Nine-Winged Taoist was killed by that old hag. There are many rumors in the martial arts world, all saying that it was the Murong family of Gusu who did it."

Murong Fu was speechless. Was he really going to take the blame for everything?!

This is suffering, and you say this about me?!

It seems that simply sending away the instigator, Murong Bo, is not enough.

Bao Butong immediately retorted, "Bullshit, bullshit! What Eight-Tailed Monk or Nine-Winged Taoist? We've never even seen them, and you're putting this on our shoulders again."

The Unfair Taoist wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "A tall tree catches the wind, and it's the people's hope!" Bao Butong was about to say something more when he glanced at Murong Fu and stopped himself from speaking.

Fearing that the group might start arguing again, Boss Wu said:

"But when we met the Nine-Winged Daoist, we realized that the old demon might... might be old, or perhaps ill?"

Boss Wu waved his hand, and one of his men came forward carrying a black cloth bag and placed it in front of him.

Murong Fu sensed someone's presence in the bag, opened the favorability interface, and thought to himself: It really is her.