WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 143: W-What Is She Doing Here?

"Who said they’re going to break that door?"

A cold, calm voice rang out from behind them.

Everyone turned to see who it was.

And when they did—their faces turned pale. What they saw left them stunned.

A girl.

At first glance, she looked like any other Inner Disciple—quiet, unassuming, almost forgettable.

Most hadn’t heard much about her, and she seemed to prefer it that way. Always hiding in the background, wrapped in mystery.

But those from the Inner Sect knew better.

She was anything but ordinary.

Her long, silk-blue hair flowed gently in the breeze, and her icy blue eyes shimmered like frozen glass.

The moment she stepped forward, the air itself seemed to grow colder.

Min Shing’s heart skipped a beat.

"W-What is she doing here?" he thought, shocked to his core.

One of his subordinates whispered, "Is she here for the artifact too?"

"Idiot," another snapped in a hushed voice. "Do you really think she needs something like that? She’s about to become a Core Disciple."

A confused Outer Disciple stepped closer to a Senior from the Inner Sect, asking,

"Senior Brother... who is she?"

The Inner Disciple glanced down at him, then back at the girl, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"You outer disciples wouldn’t know her," he said quietly. "That’s Mu Xiang... the strongest disciple in the Inner Sect. Even our boss, Ma Chen, avoids her like the plague."

"R-Really?" the junior stammered. "She looks so calm... I’ve never even heard her name before."

"How could you know? She’s always been shrouded in mystery," the Inner Sect senior said to the junior.

"Just two years ago, everyone mocked and bullied her—calling her a terminally ill beauty with no cultivation talent, a mere walking corpse."

He paused, voice dropping lower.

"And now? She’s become thousands of times stronger than her former bullies... and killed them without leaving a trace."

The junior’s eyes widened. "She’s... that powerful?"

"She’s from the Superior Mu Family. And if you’re smart, you’ll stay far away from her," the senior warned.

Just then, another Inner Disciple spoke up with a sharper tone.

"Wasn’t there a rumor? About her being Xue Taiyang’s Dao Partner when he was still in the Inner Sect?"

"Shut up." the senior snapped, grabbing him by the collar.

His voice dropped to a tense whisper.

"Never speak about him like that in front of her. She hates it."

The junior blinked. "She... hates him?"

The senior looked away, eyes uneasy.

"Maybe. Or maybe... she loves him so much, it’s turned into something else entirely."

Mu Xiang didn’t pay the gathering crowd any mind.

With a simple breath, she released a wave of her Spiritual Sense, silently scanning the abode ahead.

Her gaze lingered on the quiet house ahead—Xue Taiyang’s.

But... it was empty.

Her brows knit slightly.

"He’s not here..."

A quiet voice echoed in her heart.

"Did he go on a mission? Just when I wanted to see him... geez"

She sighed inwardly, her cold expression softening just a little.

"Once the Core Disciple Selection begins... I won’t get to see him for an entire month."

Her thoughts drifted further, heart whispering with uncertainty.

"Does he hate me... for asking him to be my lover that day?"

She looked down, the smallest of smiles curling her lips.

"I only came to apologize... and to propose again."

Then her smile brightened faintly, a rare warmth flickering in her icy eyes.

"Hehe... This time, I was going to ask him to marry me."

Just then, Min Shing cautiously stepped forward. His back was damp with cold sweat, but he forced himself to offer a respectful bow.

"M-Miss Mu... may I ask what brings you here? Are you looking for Xue Taiyang?"

His voice was polite—but trembling.

Mu Xiang slowly turned her gaze on him.

Her eyes, like frozen lakes, narrowed ever so slightly.

The moment she spoke, her voice cut through the air like a winter storm.

"I’ll give you all ten seconds to leave."

Her tone was calm—too calm.

"Stay a moment longer... and the consequences will be more than your dull-headed boss could ever afford."

A crushing, icy pressure exploded outward from her body.

The ground frosted over beneath her feet, and the temperature plummeted as if winter itself had descended.

"Ugh!"

Min Shing’s throat clenched. He stumbled back, cold sweat trickling down his neck.

Everyone behind him froze, their legs trembling.

This was the girl even Ma Chen feared?

What were they supposed to do?

"Run! Run for your lives!" someone screamed from the back.

"I’m already running!" shouted the junior from earlier as he sprinted for his life—still unable to fly using his sword.

Then, one by one, the others followed—leaping onto their swords and vanishing into the sky in a frantic panic.

Even Min Shing didn’t look back as he fled, heart pounding like a drum.

And then, silence.

Only Mu Xiang remained.

She walked slowly to Xue Taiyang’s door, her icy aura retreating like mist melting in sunlight.

Carefully, she knelt, slipped a folded letter through the narrow gap beneath the door.

She lingered there for a moment, fingers brushing the wood as if reaching for something—or someone—just beyond.

"Senpai..." she whispered softly, a gentle smile touching her lips.

"Please read this when you return."

Her voice wavered slightly, full of longing.

"And this time... please don’t reject me again."

With that, she turned, her blue hair trailing behind her like a streak of starlight as she vanished into the misty air.

Some time later...

"Hah... Hah... That was terrifying..."

Min Shing stumbled to a halt, his breaths ragged as he landed a safe distance away from Mu Xiang’s chilling presence.

His legs nearly gave out beneath him, and sweat clung to his back like ice.

As he tried to steady his breath, a figure emerged silently from behind him.

The man leaned close to Min Shing’s ear, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.

"Brother Min... we’ve received word from our men in the Duty Issuing Hall. Xue Taiyang... he’s descended to the Mortal World. And he’s within our kingdom."

Min Shing’s eyes narrowed, the fear in them slowly giving way to something colder—calculated and sharp.

"So that’s why his room was locked..." he muttered. A slow smile crept across his face.

"How convenient."

He turned toward the man, eyes gleaming with a new purpose.

"Yang Lie is also in the Mortal World, isn’t he?"

The man nodded once.

Min Shing’s smile widened into something darker.

"Perfect. Prepare our men. We’re going down there... and we’ll settle both matters at once."

The subordinate gave a silent bow.

"Understood, Brother Min."

Without another word, he rose onto his sword and disappeared into the sky.

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