Chapter 1007: Beijing Powers Descend into Chaos

Disciples of Xuanji Sect, three of the Four Great Families of Beijing are part of this sect.

Wanqi Family’s Wanqi Jingyi, Wanqi Heyang.

The young master Han Xiyuan from the royal Prince Rong’s family.

And Yu Shuo, the son-in-law of the Yin Family’s second master, born into the new noble Yu Family in Beijing.

And this sect was founded by a woman even younger than them.

Mu Zifan knows that the disciples of Xuanji Sect all have extraordinary cultivation.

Even the least talented Han Xiyuan has made significant progress in his cultivation.

Thinking about the occasionally met, extraordinarily graceful woman, Mu Zifan’s eyes flash with appreciation.

He has met Gu Jin a few times but has never been able to discern her cultivation level.

Considering she has accepted so many talented disciples, her cultivation must be unfathomable.

"Brother Jingyi, may I ask, what is the cultivation level of the Sect Leader of Xuanji?"

Wanqi Jingyi shook his head: "Not sure, she reached Foundation Establishment long ago, her current cultivation level has never been told to us."

"After Foundation Establishment is the Golden Core stage, if even you cannot see through it, she must be nearing the peak of Foundation Establishment." Mu Zifan shows a look of envy.

Wanqi Jingyi smiles silently, not denying it.

He fishes out a white medicine bottle from his casual clothing today.

He places the medicine bottle in front of Mu Zifan: "For brotherly ties, this is a Soul Nourishing Pill, an upper-grade Golden Core elixir. If severely injured and the Divine Soul is at risk, taking this pill could save a life, and it also helps prevent abandonment of one’s cultivation and stabilizes improvements."

Mu Zifan does not know what a Soul Nourishing Pill is.

Just hearing its effects, one knows how precious this elixir is.

An upper-grade Golden Core, it is indeed a treasure!

Mu Zifan’s eyes stay fixed on the medicine bottle containing the Soul Nourishing Pill, hiding his excitement.

His gaze flickers, finally he pushes the bottle back to Wanqi Jingyi.

He smiles bitterly: "This is too precious, I can’t accept it."

Wanqi Jingyi picks up the bottle and hands it to Mu Zifan, insisting.

"Let’s call it a return for the Mu Family extending a helping hand to the Wanqi Family back then. Although this is precious, it is nothing compared to the entire Wanqi Family."

Back then, when Wanqi Jingyi encountered an incident, the royal family tried to suppress the Wanqi Family.

They wanted to take back the few military powers in their hands and remove the Wanqi Family members from important positions.

It was the Mu Family that stood up, using a strong stance to block the royal family’s actions.

Even though it was just a matter of a few words for the Mu Family, or perhaps they simply did not want the balance of power in Beijing to be disrupted, leading to greater issues.

The Wanqi Family truly avoided disaster thanks to the Mu Family.

Mu Zifan holds the medicine bottle in hand, his expression is subtle yet very calm: "Brother Jingyi, speaking like this makes us strangers. Everyone knows that if something happened to the Wanqi Family back then, Beijing’s various powers would be thrown into chaos. Once chaotic, the consequences would be unimaginable. The Mu Family would do this, whether for the ties between the families or for the greater good."

Wanqi Jingyi drinks his cup of wine in one go.

He stands up, patting Mu Zifan’s shoulder: "I know, just wanted to do something, accept it, Beijing is restless recently, prepare for unforeseen events."

"I should return now, think over what I said today, some things need to be prearranged."

Mu Zifan stands up to follow: "I will go back and discuss with my father." This is said with particular solemnity.

The two walk shoulder to shoulder, descending the stairs and leaving together.

Today’s secret conversation, no one knows.

To outsiders, it’s merely a casual gathering.