The Terrifying Three-Year-Old Empress

After three years of cultivation, Murong finally stabilized her cultivation, and her body's strength could also gradually withstand more output under the surge of energy.

For these three years, she had a single obsession: to kill those people. This obsession had become deeply rooted. If she didn't kill the murderers who massacred the Murong family, she would sink deeper and deeper into this obsession.

At three years old, Murong had already learned to think and comprehend the myriad aspects of life. She interacted with others as a three-year-old child, learning everything.

When she was still an infant, she had already been observing society from the shadows and had gained some understanding of certain phenomena.

Such a person was no longer simply a genius child prodigy; she was practically a monstrous existence.

Through her interactions with society, Murong encountered all sorts of people. Some were kind to her, greeting her specially because she was a child, showing her great care, and buying her food.

Others were two-faced, wanting to trick her into leaving with them. In the end, she went with them, and then... those people never appeared again.

Some people disliked her, some ignored her. In any case, by the age of three, she had experienced the spectrum of human life and gradually established her own values in the process.

Of course, her original goal was to find the murderers who slaughtered the Murong family, so she hadn't been idle during her interactions with society. Instead, she focused most of her energy on finding the culprits.

On one occasion, she stumbled upon a treasure-grabbing battle between a Qingyun Sect disciple and a rogue cultivator fighting over a Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma.

Murong happened to pass by during this conflict. The rogue cultivator, seeing he was about to be defeated, glanced sideways and saw Murong. He immediately rushed towards her, intending to take her hostage to threaten the Qingyun Sect disciple.

The Qingyun Sect disciple, considering himself part of a prestigious righteous sect, would not harm the innocent.

However, he had clearly placed too much faith in the so-called righteous sects. Seeing the rogue cultivator rush towards Murong, the Qingyun Sect disciple grinned, having found an opportunity.

He immediately unleashed a powerful sword energy.

The rogue cultivator felt a terrifying energy fluctuation from behind him. He looked back and saw a green sword energy flying towards him, terrifying him and causing him to dodge in panic.

But the sword energy was too fast. One of his arms was severed.

The sword energy did not dissipate there; it flew directly towards Murong.

Murong gently raised her gaze. With a "boom," the sword energy exploded about a meter away from her.

"What?" the Qingyun Sect disciple exclaimed.

He quickly reacted. A little girl appearing alone in such a desolate wilderness could only mean one thing: a master.

He was decisive, immediately fleeing.

However, Murong grabbed at the void, and a phantom spear condensed from energy hung above his head.

The Qingyun Sect disciple looked up in terror. As the spear descended, he could only let out a shrill scream.

"Ah..."

Seeing this, the rogue cultivator's legs went weak. He begged, "Please... please spare me..."

"Pfft~"

Before he could finish, an energy spike pierced his neck. He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out, preventing him from saying anything.

Murong walked past him expressionlessly, not even glancing at him.

The rogue cultivator finally fell to the ground silently. As the energy spike disappeared, blood continuously flowed out. If one looked closely, they could see his body twitching slightly before becoming still, his eyes wide open in death.

Murong waved her sleeve, and the storage ring on the rogue cultivator's hand flew to hers. Then, she approached the Qingyun Sect disciple's corpse and lightly raised her hand, causing the Qingyun Sect disciple's storage ring to fly into her possession as well.

She was accustomed to such matters. Incidentally, she had already collected many storage rings, all obtained from killing people. In other words, she had already killed many people.

Murong habitually checked the storage rings, and this time, she had a pleasant surprise.

In the Qingyun Sect disciple's storage ring, she found a silver mask, identical in style to the golden mask Wu Tianming wore back then.

For years, there had been rumors about the Three-Color Mask Gang. They were rumored to be a cruel and bloodthirsty gang, with members distinguished by black iron, silver, and gold colors.

They took pleasure in massacring families, their actions seemingly without pattern, yet they always managed to evade the pursuit of some sects, thus remaining at large.

With this silver mask, Murong could finally pinpoint her targets.

The Qingyun Sect, one of the three major righteous sects, must have had high-level involvement. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to evade investigations each time. If even the higher-ups were involved, then naturally, many disciples would also be part of the Three-Color Mask Gang.

Murong took the Qingyun Sect disciple's corpse and went directly to their sect.

However, upon arriving at the Qingyun Sect, they only admitted the corpse belonged to a Qingyun Sect disciple but denied any knowledge of the mask. Furthermore, they accused Murong, claiming she not only killed their disciple but also tried to frame the Qingyun Sect.

Murong had anticipated this and never expected the Qingyun Sect to admit it so readily.

A hint of scarlet flashed in her eyes. With a delicate point of her finger, the disciple who had been shouting the loudest had his head blown off.

She had been observing the expressions of these disciples. This person's demeanor was the most unusual, and he was too agitated.

With a gentle lift of her hand, the head-blown disciple's storage ring flew to her. She opened it publicly, and as expected, it contained a silver mask.

She then threw a silver mask in front of everyone, scanned the crowd expressionlessly, and slowly said, "Hand over those with masks, or by tomorrow, I will consider the Qingyun Sect my enemy and raze it to the ground."

As she spoke, her killing intent erupted, filling the Qingyun Sect's main hall with a solemn, murderous aura.

With that, Murong floated away. The people of the Qingyun Sect wanted to stop her, but unfortunately, the Divine Realm experts of the Qingyun Sect were not present. It was impossible for them to keep Murong there.

After leaving, Murong actually doubled back. She had given the Qingyun Sect a day, but she knew they wouldn't give her an explanation.

The reason she had so publicly warned them was to draw out more hidden members of the Three-Color Mask Gang, making it easier for her to kill them.

When she had killed earlier, she had imprinted a mark on one of the disciples. This disciple, like the one she had just killed, had been the most vocal.

She was quite certain that those who were the most vocal were all members of the Three-Color Mask Gang.

So, she surmised that after her little stunt, the Three-Color Mask Gang would definitely gather in secret to discuss matters. That would be her chance to strike, capture them, and interrogate them to get information about the others.

A three-year-old child possessing such a mind was terrifying.

(Zhou Hao, who was listening to Murong's story, glanced at the placid Murong and secretly marveled, "A three-year-old Empress, truly terrifying.")

As night fell, Murong stealthily infiltrated the Qingyun Sect. Following the marker, she found the marked disciple and crept closer to eavesdrop.

As expected, the people he was with were all from the Three-Color Mask Gang. They were discussing the little girl from the afternoon, and the little girl, of course, referred to Murong.

After listening for a while and finding no useful information, Murong directly made her move and captured all five of them.

She then took them to a more secluded corner, set up a soundproofing formation, and prepared to begin her interrogation