Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Mu Yuan is dead?"

Upon hearing this, not only was Bei Chenlie stunned, but the other three family heads present also changed their expressions slightly, their eyes showing surprise.

After all, the other party was not only the young master of the Mu family, a quasi-fourth-rank noble family in Hedong Prefecture, but also a newlywed son-in-law of the Beichen family. It was naturally puzzling that he had suddenly died without any reason!

"Alright, I understand. You may leave now."

After secretly glancing at everyone's expressions and reactions, Bei Chenlie didn't say anything, but simply waved his hand, signaling the guard to step down.

Because Mu Yuan's death was not the work of others, but was done by him himself!

However, Bei Chenlie has no intention of revealing the truth about this matter, nor is he likely to do so.

"Strange, how could this be...!"

"Could it be that Bei Chenwan is truly destined to be a cursed star, born to bring misfortune to her husband, children, and entire family?"

"However, on the other hand, since the selection of sons-in-law began, the Beichen clan has recruited at least seven or eight sons-in-law, but none of them have survived more than three days. Now, even the young master of the Mu family is not escaping this fate...!"

"Not only that, now that his son-in-law is dead, that old bastard Bei Chenlie hasn't reacted at all. Could it be that he's planning to continue recruiting new sons-in-law?"

Inside the hall, everyone exchanged glances and then whispered among themselves, clearly finding the matter too strange.

"Brother Niu, Brother Song, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

Composing himself, Xie Lingyun turned to look at Niu Baizun and Song Qiannan beside him, and secretly transmitted his voice, "I have a feeling that there's something wrong with that old bastard Bei Chenlie..."

"Mu Yuan was no ordinary rogue cultivator; he was the young master of the Mu family in Hedong Prefecture, and now he has married into the Beichen clan. How could that old scoundrel Beichen Lie not even react to Mu Yuan's sudden death?"

"Indeed, this matter is rather strange."

"Even disregarding his status as a live-in son-in-law, Mu Yuan was still the young master of the Mu family. Now he has died suddenly and for no reason. Isn't that old scoundrel Bei Chenlie afraid of the investigation and retaliation from the Mu family of Hedong Prefecture?"

Niu Baizun gently waved the folding fan in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"In my opinion, that old scoundrel Bei Chenlie is definitely hiding some unknown secret...!"

Song Qiannan's expression was equally solemn, and he then secretly replied via telepathy.

"Hehe, my fellow brothers have been silent for quite some time. Could it be that you're secretly planning to join forces against me?"

After glancing once more at Xie Lingyun and the others in the hall, Bei Chenlie remained seated at the head of the table, his tone slightly playful.

"Brother Beichen, that's a bit too much of a joke. How could I, Niu, possibly..."

"good!"

Niu Baizun was about to explain when Xie Lingyun interrupted him in a deep voice, "Bei Chenlie, now that things have come to this, I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you!"

"Either your Beichen clan voluntarily relinquishes its position as the leading clan, or we'll have a real fight and see who has the last laugh...!"

"Our Song family's stance is the same...!"

No sooner had the former finished speaking than Song Qiannan also rose from his seat, his words laced with a hint of threat, "The position of leader of a clan should be held by the strongest!"

"The Eighteen Fortresses of Lianyun have been controlled by your Beichen clan for far too long. Today, it's time for your Beichen clan to step down...!"

"Heh heh, my brothers, you've joined forces to force me to submit, don't you think I'll bow down and yield?"

Seeing that Xie Lingyun and the others had completely abandoned all pretense of civility, Bei Chenlie was not angry or upset. He merely smiled coldly, as if he had expected this all along. "Since you brothers are planning to make a move, how can I not accept it...!"

boom...!

"Bei Chenlie, do you intend to deal with all three of us at once? You're far too arrogant!"

"That's right! Although the three of us are slightly weaker than you, we have all reached the fifth level of the Profound Infant Realm. No matter how powerful you are, there is absolutely no way you can take on all three of us at once...!"

"If you surrender now, your Beichen clan might have a sliver of hope; otherwise, you will be doomed...!"

Faced with Bei Chenlie's initiative, Xie Lingyun and the others did not seem surprised. They also unleashed their innate qi, which then formed a triangle, completely surrounding Bei Chenlie and leaving him with nowhere to retreat!

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots!"

However, facing the combined encirclement of Xie Lingyun and the others, Bei Chenlie remained calm, merely raising the corners of his mouth slightly, "Do you three fools really think that I was completely unaware and unprepared?"

"What did you say?!"

Xie Lingyun frowned slightly, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

"While the three of you idiots working together might cause me some trouble, with this 'treasure' in hand, you're nothing to fear...!"

After saying that, Bei Chenlie reached into his pocket and took out an exquisitely crafted sandalwood box, which he then slowly opened.

Swish!

The inside of the sandalwood box was unremarkable, except for a palm-sized, reddish root resembling musk lying quietly, which was now slowly emitting a very pungent and strong fragrance.

"This is... a bewitching incense?"

"Could it be that you, you old scoundrel, have already...!"

With a slight twitch of his nose, Xie Lingyun seemed to remember something, and his expression changed slightly.

"What's going on?!"

"Why is my internal energy rapidly draining away uncontrollably...? Ugh!"

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Niu Baizun's face also turned pale. The next moment, he vomited blood and fell to the ground. At the same time, his whole body twitched slightly, as if he was in great pain!

"A mere palm-sized piece of bewitching incense could not possibly emit such a rich and potent fragrance; even the innate qi of a Nascent Soul Realm expert would find it difficult to resist...!"

Seeing Niu Baizun vomit blood and collapse to the ground, Song Qiannan, who had originally intended to make a move, frowned deeply. He then looked at Bei Chenlie opposite him with disbelief, "Could it be that this old scoundrel has more than one Bewitching Incense? And that he has already secretly set up a Bewitching Mind-Confusing Array in the Cloud Mist Hall?!"