Looking at Zhang Liang, Mu Qingxiao said with a faint smile, "It seems that Mr. Zhang Liang doesn't want to give Ling Xu to me. Do you want to break the contract?"
"Zi Fang … quickly give Ling Xu to His Highness. Do you want to shame the Confucian School?"
Fu Nian stared at Zhang Liang and said in an extremely serious tone. In the eyes of the Empire, the Confucian School was already involved with the rebels. If something went wrong, he would probably become the sinner of the entire Confucian School.
Tai Ah was like his life and had accompanied him for decades. If possible, he didn't want to give it up, but the situation forced him to do so.
"Senior Brother … I …" Zhang Liang looked at Fu Nian's face, and his tone was full of bitterness.
"Zi Fang, the Sage Manor is our home. Everything has to be considered for the Confucian School." Yan Lu looked at the hesitant Zhang Liang and said helplessly. Although he usually didn't say it, he also knew the seriousness of the matter.
"Zi Fang!"
Fu Nian looked coldly at Zhang Liang as he shouted sternly.
In an instant, the aura of a king filled the surroundings. The majesty of a king made Yan Lu, who was at the side, break out in a cold sweat for his junior brother. This was the first time in many years that Eldest Senior Brother was so angry.
After getting along for so long, Yan Lu and Zi Fang both knew that once they angered Fu Nian, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Forgive me for not being able to comply."
Zhang Liang's gaze kept changing. In the end, he raised his head fearlessly. His eyes had returned to calmness. He looked directly at Fu Nian and said, "Senior Brother, Ling Xu is very important to me, so …"
As soon as Zhang Liang finished speaking, anger emerged between Fu Nian's brows. It was even comparable to killing intent.
Fu Nian slowly walked forward. The aura of half-step Foundation Establishment suppressed Zhang Liang to the point that he almost couldn't breathe. He said in a commanding tone, "As the leader of the Confucian School, I order you to give Ling Xu to His Highness the Prince!"
"Senior Brother, Zi Fang has always respected you …"
However, before Zhang Liang's words fell, he was interrupted by Fu Nian's shout, "From now on, you are no longer a disciple of the Confucian School. Any action in the future has nothing to do with the Confucian School.
"Senior Brother …" Yan Lu wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Fu Nian's angry face, he knew that his senior brother was serious.
"I've made up my mind."
"Many thanks to Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother for taking care of me for so long. Zi Fang will remember this in my heart." Zhang Liang's face was pale as he forced himself to speak.
"Young Master, Your Highness, Fu Nian is not feeling well. Please excuse me."
"Mr. Fu Nian, you've worked hard today. Please rest well and take care of yourself."
After obtaining Fu Su's permission, Fu Nian flicked his sleeve and turned around to leave, and the rage in his heart was unable to calm down for a long time.
Zhang Liang's actions were not just a slap to his face, but a slap to the face of the entire Confucian School. This had completely crossed his bottom line.
The School of Confucianism was benevolent and righteous, and they disdained breaking their promises. Since both sides had already made a bet, and now that they had lost, they naturally had to fulfill their promise. As long as they could preserve the School of Confucianism, so what if they had to give up their lives?
Fu Nian was very clear that the assassination half a year ago had nothing to do with the School of Mo, but the Confucian School had been implicated. If he took a wrong step, the Confucian School would disappear in the long river of history. He could not afford such consequences.
Between the School of Mohism and the School of Confucianism, he could only choose to protect himself.
"Zi Fang, you shouldn't have angered Eldest Senior Brother. Take care of yourself …" After speaking, Yan Lu walked in front of Zhang Liang and gently patted his shoulder. "Eldest Senior Brother had no choice. Don't blame him."
"Young Master, Your Highness, Yan Lu excused himself."
Looking at the departing figures of Fu Nian and Yan Lu, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into a smile. As the Head of the Confucian School, Fu Nian's choice was very wise. If it were him, he would have made the same choice.
In this world, who could be without selfishness?
Coming back to his senses, Mu Qingxiao's gaze fell on Zhang Liang. He said with a faint smile, "It seems that Ling Xu really means a lot to Mr. Zhang Liang. But it also means a lot to me."
To Mu Qingxiao, Ling Xu was nothing more than a good famed sword. If it were any other time, he probably wouldn't take a second look at it. However, the mission issued by the system was to collect the top ten famed swords in the Famed Sword Catalog.
And Ling Xu happened to be ranked tenth. Mu Qingxiao wasn't a good person. No matter how much Ling Xu meant to Zhang Liang, it had nothing to do with him. What he wanted to do was to retrieve the sword.
"Give me Ling Xu."
"Forgive me for not being able to comply."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Liang's figure shot out and rushed out of the Little Saint Manor. He knew that he wasn't Fu Nian's opponent. Of course, he couldn't meet force with force. The moment Zhang Liang left, Xiao Yi's figure also disappeared.
Fu Su's gaze fell on Mu Qingxiao. "Royal Brother, why did you let him leave?"
"Naturally, it's to cast a long line to catch a big fish."
Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into a smile. Zhang Liang would definitely meet up with the Mo Family after leaving. It would save him the trouble of searching everywhere. When they gathered, he could collect Yuan Hong, Xue Ji, and Shui Han before returning to Xianyang.
"Since Sang Haicheng's matter has come to an end, is Royal Brother preparing to return to Xianyang?"
"Yes. Half a year ago, Royal Father has been urging me on this matter. Now that the Confucian school's consideration is over, I must personally return to Xianyang and report the matter of Sang Haicheng to Royal Father. Everything will be decided by Royal Father."
Mu Qingxiao nodded slightly. He naturally knew that after Fu Su returned, he would definitely be involved in many political issues.
Now that the Confucian school's problem had been resolved, he believed that it wouldn't have anything to do with the Mo Family. Ying Zheng would naturally reward him. As for these messy matters, Mu Qingxiao wasn't interested and didn't want to blindly participate. It would be better for him to travel around with Xiao Yi.
"I still have some things to deal with in Sang Haicheng, so I can't send Royal Brother off. Have a safe trip."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qingxiao's figure had already disappeared from everyone's sight. Fu Su nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face.
"Royal Brother really isn't interested in political power. It's rare for him to have a heart that doesn't care about worldly affairs. Royal Father hasn't ordered him to do anything. In today's chaotic world, being able to live a peaceful life is a good choice."
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Peng!
After leaving the Confucian school, with a thought, a pair of noble, gorgeous, and evil red-black wings suddenly shot out from Mu Qingxiao's back.
Standing a hundred meters in the air, Mu Qingxiao searched for Xiao Yi's aura. After confirming the direction, he turned into a streak of light and shot toward the valley south of Sang Haicheng.
A few minutes later, Xiao Yi's figure appeared in his sight. A hundred meters away from Xiao Yi, a young man was rushing toward the valley.
The young man was naturally Zhang Liang, who had left the Confucian school. The place he was heading toward was probably the stronghold of the Mo Family.
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