My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Impossible, impossible! You must be coveting that seat too. You must have been coveting that seat too!"

Duanmu Ge was unwilling to believe what Duanmu Heng said, because if that was true, wouldn't his disguise and schemes for so many years become a joke?

Duanmu Heng picked up the spiritual sword on the ground and walked towards Duanmu Ge step by step. "At this point, it's up to you to believe me or not."

"What… What are you doing?"

Looking at the spiritual sword on his neck, Duanmu Ge's pupils suddenly constricted. "You can't kill me. You can't kill me! My men are still outside. If they know that you killed me, they'll immediately activate another communication jade pendant. At that time, your mother won't be able to survive either!"

Duanmu Heng stopped abruptly, the hatred in his heart almost overflowing.

Duanmu Heng's fear made Duanmu Ge regain his victorious attitude again.

"Duanmu Heng, kill Mu Tianyan for me immediately and I'll let you and your mother go. How about that?" Duanmu Ge glanced at Mu Tianyan with hatred in his eyes and then tried to bewitch Duanmu Heng once more.

Duanmu Heng's eyes narrowed and the spiritual sword on Duanmu Ge's neck instantly approached. "Without the help of spiritual power, Second Brother, do you think your charm technique is still useful to me?"

Duanmu Ge hated her in his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "So what if it's useless? Your mother's life and death are still in my hands!"

If he died, Duanmu Heng wouldn't have an easy time either!

"Not necessarily."

Lu Zijia's voice suddenly interrupted the two of them. "Cousin, Uncle sent news that we've successfully saved Second Aunt. As for His Majesty, he's fine for the time being."

Duanmu Heng was no longer afraid after hearing that. Before Duanmu Ge could speak, he instantly cut off his breath.

Duanmu Ge's eyes widened and he died with grievances.

Obviously, he had never thought that his meticulous schemes for more than thirty years would end up in such a state.

Mu Tianyan moved and appeared beside Duanmu Ge in the blink of an eye. He immediately used the soul searching technique on Duanmu Ge, who had just lost his breath and his soul had yet to dissipate.

A moment later, Mu Tianyan stopped searching his soul.

Under the questioning gaze of Lu Zijia and the others, Mu Tianyan said slowly, "Duanmu Ge reached an agreement with the Helian family to help him sit on the throne. After that, Duanmu Ge will provide the Helian family with a large amount of cultivation resources every year."

"Helian family?!"

Duanmu Heng looked shocked. "The Helian family is one of the top family clans in the Hongtian Empire. Why would…"

Why would they covet the cultivation resources provided by their small Delin Country?

"It should only be a branch of the Helian family," Mu Tianyan analyzed.

In Duanmu Ge's soul memory, he only knew that the other party was from the Helian family. As for who from the Helian family the other party was, he didn't know.

However, Duanmu Ge also roughly guessed that the chances of the person working with him being a member of the Helian patriarch's family was extremely small.

Yet, even if it was just a small branch of the Helian family, it was already enough to make the small Delin Country wary.

After all, if something happened to the branch, the main family couldn't just leave it alone.

As long as it was the surname Helian, it represented the Helian family, one of the top family clans.

"The Helian family's hand has reached too far!" Duanmu Heng said angrily.

Delin Country was a vassal of the Hongtian Empire. Even if they wanted to ask Delin Country to increase their contribution resources, it should be the emperor of the Hongtian Empire who asked. What did the Helian family mean by interfering?