Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

Murong Fu raised his head and saw you standing in front of him, your gaze calm and a faint smile on your lips.

"Young Master Murong, Miss Wang does not wish to return with you," you said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu's eyes instantly sharpened: "Who are you?"

"Me? A man who highly respects women's wishes."

"Respect a woman's wishes? Do you even know who she is?"

"Of course I know," you shrugged. "The young lady of Manteau Manor is also your cousin."

"Then you still dare to stop me?"

"I'm not stopping you." You released his wrist. "I'm just telling you, she doesn't want to leave! If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself."

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan, who lowered her head and remained silent, but... her silence was the best answer.

Murong Fu's expression darkened further. He stared at you, his eyes filled with hostility: "It was you! You used your sorcery to bewitch her?"

You're really being amused by Murong Fu: "Sorcery? Young Master Murong, have you been reading too many storybooks? You can pull off any kind of sorcery to this extent?"

Bao Butong, who was behind them, could no longer contain himself and immediately shouted, "Young Master, why waste words with this kind of person? Just kill him!"

Murong Fu remained silent, but drew his sword directly, the tip pointing at your throat, clearly indicating that he shared the same view: "I'll ask you one more time, will you let me pass or not?"

You didn't move, just stared at me quietly: "Young Master Murong, do you know? You can't beat me."

Murong Fu snorted coldly, and the tip of his sword suddenly thrust out. This sword strike was fast and ruthless, aimed straight at your chest.

But you remained completely unmoved, merely dodging to the side, the sword tip only grazing your clothes, not even touching a hair.

Murong Fu's expression changed instantly. He had used eighty percent of his strength in this sword strike, which would be difficult for even a top-tier martial arts master to dodge. But the person in front of him dodged it as if he were taking a stroll, with ease and comfort.

"Again," you said calmly.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and continued his attack, each sword strike faster and more ruthless than the last.

His swordsmanship was indeed exquisite. The "Murong Swordsmanship" lived up to its name. Every sword strike contained a hidden move, and every move was in harmony with the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams.

But your Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) is faster, more agile, and more unpredictable than his.

No matter how many sword strikes Murong Fu made, each one was always just a little bit off, just a tiny bit off, and he could never hit the mark.

After thirty moves, fine beads of sweat appeared on Murong Fu's forehead. His swordsmanship had begun to go awry. It wasn't that he lacked internal energy, although he had indeed consumed a lot of it; his mentality had collapsed.

He realized that no matter what he did, he couldn't touch the hem of your clothes, while you dodged the whole time without ever fighting back.

"You..." Murong Fu sheathed his sword, panting as he looked at you, "Why didn't you fight back?"

"Because... I don't want to hurt you. After all, you're Yu Yan's cousin, and I have to save you some face," you said. "You can leave now. Yu Yan won't go back with you."

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan, who kept her head down and didn't speak. He looked at her again, and the hostility in his eyes gradually turned into resentment and anger.

"You'll regret this," he said, then turned and walked out of the yard.

Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e followed behind, glancing back at you before leaving, their eyes filled with admiration.

After Murong Fu left, Wang Yuyan looked up at you, her eyes reddening.

"You really won." Her voice trembled slightly.

"I told you, I can beat him, or rather, apart from those few old guys who haven't shown their faces in ages, no one can beat me." You walk over and take her hand. "Now you believe me?"

Wang Yuyan nodded, and tears fell from her eyes.

Mu Wanqing stood up from under the osmanthus tree, walked to Wang Yuyan's side, and handed her a handkerchief.

"Don't cry," Mu Wanqing said. "That's just how this man is. He's not nice to talk to and he doesn't do things the usual way, but he never lies."

Wang Yuyan took the handkerchief, wiped away her tears, and looked at Mu Wanqing with a mixture of gratitude and indescribable complexity in her eyes.

"Sister Mu, you're not angry with me?"

Mu Wanqing glanced at you and sighed, "What's the use of blaming you? He's the one who provoked you, not the other way around."

You touched your nose, remaining silent. You couldn't help it; you were in the wrong. But thankfully, everything went relatively smoothly.

Since Wang Yuyan moved in, your life has become much more lively.

Mu Wanqing is straightforward; she says what she thinks and never hides anything.

Wang Yuyan, on the other hand, is gentle and speaks softly, never offending anyone.

Two women with completely different personalities living under one roof should, in theory, be constantly at odds, but to your surprise, they get along very well.

Mu Wanqing taught Wang Yuyan to ride horses, practice swordsmanship, and cook, while Wang Yuyan taught Mu Wanqing to read, write, and play the zither. The two embroidered together, drank tea together, and took walks by Taihu Lake together.

Sometimes when you come back from sword practice and see them sitting under the osmanthus tree chatting and laughing so hard they're doubled over, you get the strange feeling that they are the real couple and you are the superfluous one.

Of course, there's still a long way to go before you completely win her over, so don't rush it.

But that's not all you want; now you're starting to think about doing something more meaningful.

In the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, many masters' internal energy is completely wasted.

For example, Ding Chunqiu had his internal energy neutralized by Xu Zhu, turning him into a complete cripple.

After Murong Fu was injured, his internal energy was greatly depleted. Later, he went mad, and most of his internal energy dissipated.

There's also You Tanzhi, who disappeared without a trace after being injured by Duan Yu.

It's better for you to absorb the inner strength of these people, rather than let it slip away in vain, thus benefiting you.

Your first target is Ding Chunqiu.

After Ding Chunqiu's internal energy was neutralized by Xu Zhu, he was imprisoned in a dungeon. You should try to sneak in.

With your current abilities, you easily opened the iron bars and entered the dungeon.

Ding Chunqiu slumped in the corner, his hair disheveled and his clothes tattered, looking like a lump of mud, and he looked decades older.

"Who?" His voice was hoarse and weak.

You crouch down and look at him: "Ding Chunqiu, I've come to see you off on your final journey."

Ding Chunqiu's eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. Clearly, he knew he was already a cripple, so whether he was given a ride or not made no difference.

"What do you want?" He seemed curious about your purpose.

"Your internal energy." Facing Ding Chunqiu, a dying man, you chose to tell the truth, "Although most of it has been dissipated, some remains in my meridians. Rather than letting it slowly dissipate, I'd rather it benefit me."

Ding Chunqiu was silent for a moment, then smiled. The smile was bitter and desolate, with a resigned calm: "Take it, I don't need it anyway."

You reach out and place your hand on Ding Chunqiu's chest. The Northern Darkness Divine Art is activated, and the residual internal energy in Ding Chunqiu's meridians flows into your body like a trickle.

It wasn't much, roughly equivalent to the skill of someone who had cultivated for several years, but its strength lay in its purity, especially since it was a martial art from the Xiaoyao Sect.

Although most of his internal energy had been dissipated, what remained was the essence of decades of cultivation for an ordinary person.

After inhaling, Ding Chunqiu closed his eyes, his breathing becoming weak and steady. He didn't die immediately, but fell into a deep sleep, though he didn't live for long.

You stood up, glanced at him, then turned and left the dungeon.