Mu Anxiao chuckled, "Didn't you say I was scaring you? In that case," she smiled to herself, "why don't you experience it for yourself?" With that, she turned her gaze back to the woman.
From the woman's perspective, no matter how formidable Mu Anxiao was, she was merely a frail young girl. Setting aside the two men in black, the woman herself was a hundred times stronger.
Therefore, the woman was not intimidated by Mu Anxiao's words. Instead, she withdrew the slight trace of fear from her eyes from the previous second, and laughed, "Are you suggesting I experience it personally?"
"Yes," Mu Anxiao said, her expression suddenly turning serious, "don't think I'm joking."
"Joking..." the woman said, covering her mouth with a smile, and then reaching into her purse again. "I don't think you're joking. In fact, I think you're boasting."
"Boasting, it seems you won't learn unless you suffer a loss," Mu Anxiao said, lowering her gaze to the sleeping powder the woman was secretly holding. A smirk played on her lips as she intentionally stepped closer to her. "Go ahead, scatter it."
"..." The woman had assumed Mu Anxiao hadn't seen. Hearing Mu Anxiao say this, she was taken aback. "Wh-what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Mu Anxiao snorted softly, "Don't understand? When you were calling me a boaster just now, you put..." She glanced down at the woman's purse, continuing, "your hand into this purse. Don't think I didn't see." She looked up at the woman.
The woman's expression froze. "Since you saw, then I have nothing more to say to you." With that, she widened her eyes, raised her hand, and sprinkled the sleeping powder towards Mu Anxiao.
Immediately after, the woman stepped back and observed Mu Anxiao, who was now surrounded by the floating powder, as she began to count down in her mind, waiting for Mu Anxiao to collapse.
Ten counts later.
The woman was stunned.
Mu Anxiao fanned her hand in front of her face a couple of times and smiled at the woman, saying, "A petty trick."
"You..." This move had always worked for the woman, but now Mu Anxiao was completely unfazed. This left the woman both shocked and fearful. "How is that possible?" she asked, her face full of panic as she involuntarily retreated two steps.
At the same time, the demon soul on the roof beam instantly took human form, observing the situation below.
Mu Anxiao sensed the demon soul's presence and, to avoid arousing suspicion, casually said, "I've seen plenty of your sleeping powders. At first, I would get knocked out too, but after a few times," she said nonchalantly, "I developed a resistance to it. Naturally, I'm fine."
"How is that possible."
"How is that possible..." Mu Anxiao echoed the woman's tone and chuckled, "Speaking of which, aren't you fine too?"
"I'm naturally immune to all of this. Any sleeping powder has no effect on me, so I'm fine. But..." the woman shook her head slightly, "you being fine is strange."
"I just don't react to sleeping powder, what's so strange about that?" Mu Anxiao retorted with righteous indignation.
"This is sleeping powder I meticulously prepared. Anyone who smells this scent will collapse. You..." the woman trailed off as a loud crash suddenly came from the table. She quickly retracted her words and looked over, only to see the three of them lying on the ground.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao smiled, "It seems it worked."
"You..." the woman uttered, then shifted her gaze back to Mu Anxiao's face. "Who exactly are you?"
"Who am I..." Mu Anxiao pointed to herself and sneered, "Everyone calls me a wild girl. But now I am the young lady of the Mu Manor, Mu Xiao. Do you know who brought me back?"
"..." The woman was stunned by Mu Anxiao's identity.
Seeing the woman's shocked expression, Mu Anxiao felt a sense of satisfaction. "It seems you don't want to know who brought me back."
"I do," the woman said eagerly.
Mu Anxiao smiled at the woman's eagerness. "I was brought back by an immortal from the imperial palace. Do you know why it was him?"
The woman shook her head, a sense of foreboding creeping in.
Mu Anxiao continued, "Because he is my master. I was lost as a child, and he took me in. Last year, he sent me back. Naturally, your sleeping powder is useless against me."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's explanation, the woman was taken aback.
"Now, do you believe me?" Mu Anxiao asked, continuing to ignore the demon soul above.
The demon soul looked down at Mu Anxiao's earnest demeanor and sneered, muttering, "She can't even see me, yet she claims to be an immortal's disciple? This girl really knows how to boast."
Mu Anxiao heard the demon soul's voice and thought, *Very good. As long as I keep pretending not to see her, I'll be safe.*
The woman pondered for a moment and said, "Even if you were brought back by an immortal, you don't possess any so-called magical abilities. Therefore," she shook her head slightly, "I still don't believe you."
However, Mu Anxiao had expected the woman to become fearful after her declaration. She hadn't anticipated... that after all this, it was her own ego.
Thus, she asked again, "You don't believe me? But they have all been..."
"They got drunk from drinking. It has nothing to do with this sleeping powder," the woman interrupted.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao suddenly felt awkward. "So, after all that, everything I said was pointless, wasn't it?" she lifted her chin.
The woman continued, "You are Miss Mu. That means your value is higher than that of an ordinary woman. If we capture you," she said, drawing a short dagger from her waist, "we can get rich."
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao was stunned. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Capturing you," the woman said, raising the dagger and swinging it towards Mu Anxiao.
Following that, Mu Anxiao began to dodge rapidly.
Over by the table, the two men in black opened their eyes, sat up in unison, and looked at Mu Anxiao, who was being chased by the woman, laughing.
Youxian also opened her eyes due to their commotion, but... she didn't look at Mu Anxiao and the others. Instead, she looked at the demon soul on the roof beam.
The demon soul looked down at Youxian, who could see her, smiled, and jumped down.
Youxian thought she had misread and rubbed her eyes.
The next moment.
The demon soul squatted beside Youxian and said, "Stop rubbing. If you saw me, you saw me."
Hearing this, Youxian complied, lowered her hand, and looked at the demon soul squatting beside her, asking, "Who are you?" Under the influence of alcohol, her speech was slightly slurred.
But even with Youxian's slurred speech, the demon soul could clearly hear her.
"I am a concubine in the palace. Would you like to come to the palace with me?" the demon soul said, reaching out and gently touching Youxian's forehead.
Youxian stared blankly at the demon soul, who had a gentle expression, and said hoarsely, "I don't believe you."