Himmlischer König

Kapitel 42

The lotus flower still stood quietly.

She watched all this without saying a word, her pupils dark, her face still pale, as silent and still as a white jade statue.

It was as if Murong Yin, whose legs had been broken, had nothing to do with her.

Ye Chuhan's lips curved into a slight smile.

Murong Yin's hands, due to the intense pain, dug themselves deep into the soil beneath the grass.

Large beads of sweat covered his forehead, his face was deathly pale, and his lips were bitten until they were bloody and raw, with bright red blood flowing down his lips like the alluring bloom of a bright red spider lily.

He collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale as he stared at the indifferent lotus flower, finally trembling as he uttered a few words, each one a heart-wrenching pain.

"You... have such a vicious heart!"

The night wind howled.

Ye Chuhan smiled faintly, her snow-white wide sleeves swaying silently. "Someone, take this crippled Thirteenth Young Master back to the Tianshan Snow Sect."

"yes."

Following orders, the men on either side actually pulled Murong Yin, whose legs had been broken, straight up from the ground. Blood was gushing from his legs, yet these men were ruthless and showed no mercy.

Murong Yin is now a prisoner of the Tianshan Snow Sect.

"Lotus, there's something you need to do."

Ye Chuhan smiled as she looked at the fluttering magnolia blossoms in the night sky. "You know, the thing I, Ye Chuhan, like to do most is to wipe them out completely, leaving no one alive!"

He was referring to the Murong family members who had already left Murong Manor.

Murong Yin, who was nearly unconscious, suddenly widened his eyes, a look of despair flashing in them. He watched as the pale girl suddenly pulled off the silver ribbon that held her hair back, and her black hair flew wildly in the vast night.

In her hand lay a silver whip, brimming with murderous intent.

Lotus obeys the order.

She knelt on one knee before Ye Chuhan, a murderous glint in her eyes, her voice as cold as frost, "I have obtained the map of the Murong family's secret passage, and I will absolutely not let anyone from the Murong family escape!"

"No----!!"

In the vast darkness of the night, a desperate and anguished roar, like that of a wild beast, suddenly rang out!

With both legs broken, Murong Yin finally roared in pain. He was no longer able to break free from the arms that were holding him. The Tianshan Snow Clan members dragged him backward, but he stared intently at the lotus flower, his eyes now bloodshot.

The pain is excruciating!

A sweet, metallic taste of blood surged from his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood, soaking his transparent yellow clothes. He struggled, his legs bent, and blood flowed like a river.

It felt as if a thousand knives were viciously stabbing and twisting at his chest.

Murong Yin stared at the lotus in despair, like a wounded and trapped beast, the only thing he could shout out with all his might was this one word that contained all his hatred and regret.

"No-----!!"

"No-------!!!!"

...

Blood gushed from his mouth, and tears of blood streamed from his eyes…

Murong Yin seems to have gone mad.

Since that night.

The once-renowned Murong family of Jiangnan, revered by all in the martial arts world, has fallen from grace, its former glory gone, its members deserted. No one knows where the Murong family members have gone, and even less does anyone know the extent of the tragic pain and despair behind this uproar that has shaken the world...

life and death

Two weeks later.

Snow Gate of the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions.

All members of the Murong family were captured and imprisoned in the dungeon of the Tianshan Snow Gate. No one knew what Ye Chuhan wanted to do or how long he intended to torture the Murong family.

The sound of water is gentle and soothing by the pond.

Ye Chuhan slowly tuned his seven-stringed zither. Enveloped in a cloud of mist, his black hair cascaded down, making his exquisite face appear even whiter than frost. Lotus stood behind him.

The zither music resonated throughout the flower valley, just like the many days they spent together. His slender fingers glided across the strings, his brows radiating unparalleled elegance. She was dressed in white, as white as snow, with the blooming flowers behind her like the depths of heavy clouds.

The song ended!

He turned to look at the lotus flower, his black hair cascading down like a flowing spring, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "This melody, in the whole world, can only be heard by you and me."

Lotus's face was serene as she quietly said, "The sect leader loves this piece the most, but it's a pity that it's too melancholic. Only the player feels sorrow, and the listener sheds tears..." Ye Chuhan smiled faintly, "With you by my side, how could I feel melancholic?"

He slowly rose from before the seven-stringed zither, his white robes spotless. He walked to Lotus, gazed at her beautiful face, and smiled slightly.

"But since we returned from Murong Manor, your feelings for me have become much colder, which really worries me."

Lotus lowered her head, "Lotus dares not!"

"It's been half a month. Do you want to see Murong Yin?" He asked abruptly, but failed to see the slightest change in Lianhua's expression. Lianhua replied calmly, "No."

"Why?"

"I never see prisoners from the Tianshan Snow Gate."