What should have been the most terrifying and cruel scene was rendered completely silent by Mu Yunhe's powerful aura, his cold and arrogant gaze, and his ruthless strike! It was as if, at such a moment, anyone who dared to speak would be the next Zhuge Hualuan!
Zhuge Hualuan, clutching her missing arm, rolled back and forth in the desert. Her blood was bright red and glaring, covering the golden sand. Her shrill screams and cries made people clearly feel her pain and despair. People seemed to fall into that incomprehensible despair as well. Their bodies did not hurt, but they felt cold all over.
This is a lesson from the past!
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Chapter 224: Mu Yunhe's Mysterious Identity?! (Bonus Chapter for 1600 Monthly Tickets)
Updated: 2013-08-01 19:04:49 Word Count: 4593
Mu Yunhe, with his ruthlessness and cruelty, once again declared to the world that this was a lesson from the past! Everyone should watch closely; whoever dares to cross his bottom line will face this fate!
He does what he wants. He dares to do what he wants! No one can stop or change his thoughts and methods! Regardless of that person's status, background, or position, in his eyes he only sees Luo Zhiheng's joys and sorrows. As for the rest, he does what he wants, and who dares to do anything to him?
So what if the methods are cruel? So what if he's called heartless and cold-blooded? If he can't let Ah Heng live as she pleases in his remaining days, if he still makes Ah Heng suffer grievances and humiliation, then what will become of Ah Heng after his death? Won't she be even more bullied and left without anyone to protect her? He absolutely cannot allow that to happen! He may not be able to control what happens after death, but in life, he must do everything he can for Ah Heng, and do it ruthlessly, cruelly, and without leaving any way out!
In short, the bottom line is that the woman named Luo Zhiheng has long been a fragile and delicate flower garden in his heart. No one can touch the last ray of light and redemption in his heart; whoever touches it is doomed!
Zhuge Huahun finally snapped out of his daze after the huge upheaval. He staggered over and looked at the blood-soaked sand, the severed arm, and his seriously injured granddaughter. Zhuge Huahun turned to Mu Yunhe with bloodshot eyes and roared, "Mu Yunhe!! You treacherous scoundrel! You promised you wouldn't let her be crippled." 171.
Mu Yunhe crippled a person in the blink of an eye, yet remained calm and composed, not even blinking, coldly stating, "I have never promised you anything. What I do and how I do it is none of your business. Back in the Mu Dynasty, I ordered the killing of a man who died at the First Talent Competition. Do you know why he died? Because he tried to harm my wife. I have said that anyone who harms Aheng will be killed without exception!"
"Do you know why Zhuge Hualuan is still panting and shouting here? She hurt Aheng more than that dead man! But I'm sparing her dog's life. I'm not afraid of your Zhuge family, and I might as well tell you frankly, I want Zhuge Hualuan to suffer, to live her whole life in the shadow of incompleteness, to trample on her own pride and dignity! To see the world's contempt, insults, and disdain for her! To let her live a miserable, wretched life, to atone for her viciousness and cruelty towards Aheng today!" The chilling words seemed to come from hell, coldly and desolately echoing throughout the entire place!
Under the blood-red setting sun, Mu Yunhe at that moment was aloof and arrogant like a reincarnated demon, radiating an invincible and dazzling light, a gloomy and domineering arrogance that warned the world.
"Besides, wasn't my choice also to help your granddaughter fulfill her wish? She kept begging not to be hit! I'm kind-hearted, so I granted her request and didn't hit her. But I'm not that merciful. She's unharmed, and I'm truly furious. So I had no choice but to cut off her arm as a warning. If your Zhuge family has any objections or dissatisfaction, you're welcome to come to the Mu Dynasty to find me. As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely accompany you to the end!" Mu Yunhe curled his lips, and his light, cool words flowed from his beautiful, sensual lips. He was indifferent, and there was a narcissistic humor reminiscent of Luo Zhiheng.
Luo Zhiheng slowly raised his head to look at her. Tiny glimmers of light seemed to gather between her pale brows, making her breathtakingly beautiful. She smiled faintly and raised her hand to wipe the blood splattered on his face. Her cold hand, pale from blood loss, fell on Mu Yunhe's face. The couple resembled immortal corpses buried in an underground ice cellar for centuries—cold and pale.
"You definitely won't die. If you still die after I've risked my life like this, then kill me first and then you can die." Luo Zhiheng's soft voice was filled with sobs, and the smile on her lips was so difficult to convey.
She was never a sentimental person. When her soul first possessed this place, she was so panicked and uneasy, but she never shed a single tear for herself. However, the few times she shed tears and choked up in her life were all for Mu Yunhe.
This man could break her heart and make her swoon with every move he made, making her willing to do anything for him. While she was risking her life for him, he was also doing everything for her, even if it meant losing his reputation and being completely disgraced.
To have one true friend in life is enough!
Mu Yunhe stopped looking at the clownish Zhuge Hualuan. Whether he killed Zhuge Hualuan or not was irrelevant, because the real problem wasn't with Zhuge Hualuan, but with the Zhuge family. Since his greatest enemy today was the Zhuge family, even if Zhuge Hualuan died, the Zhuge family could still seek revenge if they wanted. Mu Yunhe, however, didn't care about such revenge; nothing and no one could defeat him now!
Except for Luo Zhiheng!
He never took Zhuge Hualuan seriously, and Mu Yunhe was very happy to see Zhuge Hualuan suffer so much.
"You are the truly tragic ones!" Zhuge Huahun roared. The hidden members of the Zhuge family descended from the sky in an instant, surrounding Mu Yunhe and the other person in the nude photos. Each of them exuded a chilling aura, gloomy and ruthless. The two sides were instantly on the verge of a major battle.
Mu Yunhe, however, remained completely unfazed. A hint of sinister malice lurked between his brows, tinged with mockery and contempt. In that instant, Mu Yunhe suddenly became mysterious and unfathomable: "Trying to bully others with your power? Do you really think I'm a pushover, someone your Zhuge family can easily manipulate? I dare to do what I do, and I have no fear of your Zhuge family. If you want my life, you'll have to cultivate for several hundred more years. Unless you, Zhuge Huahun, are a fool, you should know that I am not merely a high-ranking prince of the Mu Dynasty!"
Mu Yunhe's words left many people puzzled, only feeling that he was ruthless enough to not even put the Zhuge family in his eyes.
But the elderly men who had neglected Mu Yunhe for so long because of his illness fell into deep thought. Judging from the implication in Mu Yunhe's words, he clearly implied that he had other identities. But what identities allowed him to speak with the Sage of Painting without relying on the Pharaohs of the Mu Dynasty present, or even his status as a young prince of the Mu Dynasty? And what ability did he possess to suppress the Sage of Painting's charisma?
The Sage of Painting naturally didn't believe Mu Yunhe's words either. He sneered coldly, "Do you think I would believe you? Bluster? You're too green! You're just a sickly weakling. I'll send you on your way today, so you won't suffer too much in this world."
Suddenly, the people around him unleashed their full power and were about to rush forward to capture Mu Yunhe.
Luo Zhiheng tensed instantly, wanting to protect Mu Yunhe, but Mu Yunhe held her tightly in his arms. Everyone around them tensed up, preparing for battle; even the King of the World came over. But Mu Yunhe remained calm and unfathomable. Only when he occasionally narrowed his eyes did a glint of light appear in them, like a deep starry sky—wise, confident, and aloof.
Seeing that people were either confused or disbelieving, Mu Yunhe did not offer any further explanation. Instead, he casually said as if it were completely unrelated, "A tornado will soon sweep through, lasting for ten breaths, heading towards the Gobi Desert 800 meters to the southeast. Here, you will just be able to escape this calamity, but you will also just be able to witness a desert storm!"
Everyone was stunned, completely baffled by Mu Yunhe's meaning. Some even wondered if this handsome man, who was almost like a god, had been scared out of his wits and was starting to talk nonsense.
However, at this moment, Mu Yunhe hugged Luo Zhiheng tightly. When he looked into Luo Zhiheng's eyes, the cold and fierce expression on his face shattered instantly. He was no longer as gentle and clear as before. He said in a charming and seductive voice, "Don't worry, I'm here. Hold on for a bit. Once I've dealt with this old trouble, we'll leave."
"Hmm." At this moment, Luo Zhiheng could no longer understand Mu Yunhe's eyes. She could no longer see the clear, unfathomable eyes of the past; instead, they were shrouded in an inescapable bloodshed and gloom, a light of wisdom and mystery. Yet, they inexplicably gave her a sense of peace and trust.
He held her tightly, pressing his hand on her wound so carefully, trying to stop the blood from flowing, but the blood couldn't be stopped from flowing out, and his eyes became even colder and more gloomy.
Suddenly, a chilling, oppressive atmosphere descended upon the entire desert. The sky shifted instantly, turning overcast, as if the sky itself were about to collapse. A howling wind swept across the desert, rushing in from afar. People had barely sensed or heard it when sandstorms whipped up and lashed their faces. Then the wind grew stronger, as if possessing a force capable of tearing and shredding everything, and a violent storm erupted.
Instantly, screams of utter horror echoed across the entire desert! But just as they began, they were stunned by what appeared in the southeast. Everyone turned around or looked back, dumbfounded as they stared at the scene that had suddenly appeared in the distance, feeling their blood run cold! They were speechless!
Less than a kilometer away, it doesn't seem far or near in the vast desert, but when disaster strikes, it chills you to the bone, as if the fear and destruction are right next to you. They watch helplessly, their breath almost stopping, and in that instant, they can no longer see anything.
Yellow sand, endless yellow sand, swirling and flying yellow sand, the air stinging with the wind and sand as they breathed it in. The wind seemed to tear them apart. The powerful storm swept across the vast sea of sand like a demon devouring life, as if it wanted to devour everything in its path! And people stood there, witnessing the arrival, passing and departure of a desert storm!
Their icy bodies suddenly warmed, and everything fell silent, but they had been affected, covered in dust. Only then did the terrified people suddenly remember what the man with the unparalleled beauty had just said!
His voice seemed to echo in my ears instantly: Tornado, southeast, 800 meters, in ten breaths, a desert storm!
Everything was so precise, and everything was so timely! If Mu Yunhe wasn't a devil capable of creating all this, then Mu Yunhe was a prophet capable of foreseeing it all!!
People clearly believe the latter! A prophet! Where in this world can there be a prophet? So, how did Mu Yunhe know this?
Not to mention the ordinary people who looked at him with suspicion, even the pharaohs, kings and painting masters were dumbfounded!
As people looked at Mu Yunhe with strange, worshipful, and terrified gazes, Mu Yunhe coldly said to Zhuge Huahun, "I originally did not wish to be too tainted by worldly affairs, but if your Zhuge family dares to invade, believe me, I will ensure that you do not return alive!"
The voice, soft to the point of being hoarse, contained a deep-seated ruthlessness and confidence, proving the owner's commitment to keeping his word. 16525450
While the pharaohs were still in shock and uncertainty, Mu Yunhe wrapped Luo Zhiheng tightly in his arms and said, "Aheng, we can finally leave this place." Yunla then said...
Luo Zhiheng showed no surprise, as if she already knew, yet also as if she understood nothing at all. At this moment, Mu Yunhe was her everything; whatever he said was law. No further words were needed, only trust!
Murong Qianxue snapped out of her shock, her gaze towards Mu Yunhe no longer holding the usual indifference and pity, but instead filled with respect and awe. She was certain that Mu Yunhe possessed some earth-shattering secret, one he couldn't bear to reveal, one he disdained to expose. But once this secret was revealed, it would surely cause a sensation throughout the land! And Mu Yunhe had been concealing it all this time; if it weren't for Luo Zhiheng today, he would have kept it a secret until his death!
Suddenly, I felt how lucky Luo Zhiheng was to have met a man who was willing to defy the world for her. Mu Yunhe was also extremely lucky to have such a talented and beautiful woman like Luo Zhiheng protecting and caring for him.
She stepped forward to help Luo Zhiheng, since Luo Zhiheng was seriously injured and Mu Yunhe was also weak. But to Murong Qianxue's astonishment and envy, the two of them instinctively dodged her help, one pulling away and the other withdrawing her arm, and looked at her together. Luo Zhiheng's face was pale but gentle and refined, and Mu Yunhe's face was pale but his coldness and arrogance were tinged with a faint warmth. The two of them said to her in unison, "No need, we can walk by ourselves."
That instant of perfect understanding, that unspoken connection, made them seem like a match made in heaven, husband and wife as one. It was truly enviable.
Perhaps they were too shocked, so when Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng helped each other leave, no one stopped them, or rather, no one dared to stop them. Mu Yunhe's words were accurate, making those who had seen the world think of a possibility that chilled them to the bone.
Luo Zhiheng suddenly turned to the King and asked, "Who won this match?"
The King was already stunned by the unfathomable couple. He suddenly looked at Madam Song, his gaze piercing. Madam Song quickly turned to the judges, her eyes cold. The judges immediately announced in unison, "The third match, Luo Zhiheng wins!"
The answer was satisfactory, and the King announced with a smile, "The Grand Champion of the World's Number One Talent Competition is Luo Zhiheng!!"
There was no applause during the competition; people only felt their eyes dry, because Luo Zhiheng's victory in the final was too devastating. Everyone was moved, but no one could cheer.
Luo Zhiheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I'll ask Your Majesty to help me collect all my rewards. I want the treasures from the competition. Please, Your Majesty, personally deliver the rewards I request to me."
In any case, the reward was the King's goal, and her goal was the King's blood. She smiled at Mu Yunhe, and in that instant, her smile was peaceful and beautiful, radiating a tranquility and serenity she had never possessed before—the joy of seeing hope in life!
At this moment, Mu Yunhe's eyes welled up with tears.
225 Divination Palace, Divination Official!
Updated: 2013-08-02 16:04:06 Word Count: 7728
His eyes welled up with tears, simply because he understood her, understood that all her sacrifices and needs were for him!
His eyes welled up with tears, simply because he knew that there would never be another woman in this world who would be so willing to do anything for him!
His eyes welled up with tears, because he understood that his life, to Luo Zhiheng, was not just about responsibility and destiny, but something more! Because it was something she valued, every desperate struggle she made was filled with blood, tears, and tenderness! Brilliant and tragic!
His sinister gaze finally shattered invisibly upon seeing her pale smile, cracking open layer by layer, revealing the most enchanting and beautiful ephemera in Mu Yunhe's life. It might be a lonely and exquisite beauty that would die in an instant, but at this moment, his life truly blossomed for her!
Words that captivate the world! A face that captivates the world! 16525444 Wetness is the cause of a wet world.
Language and appearance, all blossomed for Luo Zhiheng! 171.
He tossed the long sword in his hand to the wet nurse standing nearby. Mu Yunhe didn't even glance at her, yet he knew she was there. Then, he could finally embrace his Aheng in his arms. His eyes and brows were filled with a warm, poignant beauty that brought tears to his eyes. He gazed at her tenderly, his love perhaps deep but unknowing: "I am destined not to be able to carry you forward like the overlord in stories and operas, but my shoulders can still shelter you from the wind and rain, and be your support. I may be weak, but as long as you don't mind, I will never fall!"
His voice, like aged wine, has become even more mellow and sweet after being baptized by blood and rage. It is the bittersweetness of instant maturity, and also the most charming movement of a man.
Luo Zhiheng's eyes reddened, and she buried her face in his chest, leaning against him. She could hear his slow, increasingly cold heartbeat, each beat a dangerous threat, each beat an irresistible pull. She nodded silently, her throat dry from sobbing, as if she would cough up blood in response to Mu Yunhe. She was afraid; she dared not risk it, dared not let Mu Yunhe be even slightly angered.
Mu Yunhe held her tightly, saying nothing more. His gaze was cold and aloof, yet the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smile. He embraced her and slowly began to walk. The soft sand could easily trip them up, and they stumbled along the way, but holding each other, they didn't fall.
Two wounded and heartbroken people, refusing help and pity from others, can support each other, be each other's crutch, and embrace each other for warmth in their loneliness. Perhaps with each other, loneliness will no longer be loneliness, and warmth will be even warmer.
No one dared to stop them anymore. The once strong Luo Zhiheng was now as delicate as a mimosa swaying in the wind, quietly submitting to Mu Yunhe. The rumored sickly young prince, however, seemed to have undergone a transformation, growing wildly and becoming so powerful and brooding that no one dared to speak to him for fear of offending his imposing presence.
His gaze lost its warmth once more, coldly staring ahead. No one around him could meet his beautiful, desolate, and gloomy eyes. His aura was powerful, and the guards of the Zhuge family surrounding them dared not approach or obstruct him. As soon as he took a step forward with Luo Zhiheng, they would hurriedly take two steps back, and so it went all the way.
The hundreds of thousands of people in the audience watched them in silence, some offering blessings, some expressing envy, some marveling, some admiring. But at this moment, perhaps there was no longer any jealousy or hatred among them. Every step they took was treading on Luo Zhiheng's blood and stepping on Mu Yunhe's hatred; their journey was breathtaking.
"Kill them!!" Suddenly, a furious voice rang out behind them. Zhuge Huahun slowly stood up, his pale face filled with a desperate and ruthless resolve. Even though Mu Yunhe had spoken of an impending disaster, it couldn't deter him from killing Mu Yunhe! Because Mu Yunhe had disrespected him, thoroughly enraging him!
Even though he had a vague idea of Mu Yunhe's other identity, he still chose to ignore it, because it was impossible. How could that place, those people, be above the secular world? How could they accept a secular person? Especially a sickly one, and a noble young prince at that. Everything was too illogical! So he told himself, in self-deception, that it didn't matter; he would kill Mu Yunhe to avenge Hua Luan, because with his abilities, he could easily contend with the Mu Dynasty! But the premise was that Mu Yunhe had no connection to that place, and no connection to that identity!
"Zhuge, are you insane?!" The Qin Saint, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, but he was furious! He thought he already knew what the mysterious identity behind Mu Yunhe was. He did not deceive himself, so he was an outsider with clear vision. There was only one place and one kind of person in the whole world who could accurately predict such a fleeting disaster!
And any one of the people in that place is an absolute being that no ordinary person in this world can contend with!
Could Mu Yunhe be from that place? They didn't know, but they couldn't take the risk, because Mu Yunhe's prophetic abilities and confident demeanor displayed today were enough to make everyone wary and hesitant! For Zhuge Huahun to dare to kill Mu Yunhe at this moment was simply courting death!
"Don't interfere! Mu Yunhe is so arrogant and presumptuous today. Where does he put my face, Zhuge Huahun? Does he think he can trample on my face at will? I have already allowed him to take revenge, but he is pushing his luck. Does he really think I am a paper tiger? If I don't kill Mu Yunhe today, how can I face the world?" Zhuge Huahun said angrily.
"You're talking nonsense! Do you think your Zhuge family can stand against that place? Your Zhuge Huahun is a powerful existence in the mortal world, but if the fate of your Zhuge family changes, do you think the name Zhuge family will still exist in this world? When have you ever been someone who would abandon your family for the sake of face?" Qin Sheng was furious. If it weren't for the fact that the Zhuge family was the family of his beloved woman, his in-laws, would he really have wanted to get involved in this mess?
Zhuge Huahun shuddered, his face turning extremely pale. The other sages, elders, and even the World King also showed signs of shock creeping into their eyes.
They all suspected that Mu Yunhe's prophecy about the disaster concealed something. They were all people with extraordinary abilities, yet they were not as perceptive as the frail and sickly Mu Yunhe, because they could not predict the changes in the heavens! But Mu Yunhe could!
They are, after all, just human beings! But there is another kind of human being in this world who is unfathomable, closest to the gods they cannot see. They are the darlings of the heavens, who have given them a power that makes people go crazy, fear, yearn for, and worship!
That is the power of prophecy!
Those who possess such prophetic abilities are so renowned that even mentioning them requires great hesitation; they dare not easily utter their titles.