Qin Yinxian, oblivious to her own mortality, charged forward. He could have bypassed her once, since his preparations hadn't been thorough. Qin Yinxian was a formidable opponent, and he shouldn't linger in a prolonged conflict. If a victor were to emerge victorious, it could very well result in mutual destruction. For Mu Yunhe, that would be utterly pointless. Even for Aheng's sake, he had to protect himself from serious harm.
He can no longer endure it!
What kind of repeated attacks and incursions are these? Does Qin Yinxian use his people as stepping stones to test his strength and attack without knowing their limits? Or does she think that just because she is the supreme ruler of the Silver Moon Kingdom, she can be the only one who reigns supreme in the secular world? She is overthinking it!
If she had harmed someone else, even him, Qin Yinxian might have had a chance to live. But this woman, so naive and reckless, repeatedly targeted Ah Heng, the person he cared about most. So, prepare to pay with your life!
The Ghost Emperor could clearly sense the chilling coldness and cruelty emanating from Mu Yunhe, and he also saw the murderous intent and determination in Mu Yunhe's eyes. He was secretly alarmed; there were truly very few people in the world who could make someone like him feel fear. He had no doubt that if he didn't reveal the whereabouts of the Emperor Xian today, Mu Yunhe would really dare to kill him.
But he wasn't a coward, and Emperor Xian was his master; he was essentially Emperor Xian's second life, his very existence meant to be ready to die in Emperor Xian's place. Therefore, even if Mu Yunhe were to kill him, he wouldn't flinch.
"No comment!" The Ghost Emperor uttered those four sharp, cold words with remarkable resolve. He even gave Mu Yunhe a defiant look that seemed to say, "Even if you kill me, I will not betray my master."
Mu Yunhe coldly curled his lips, the smile not reaching his eyes. He slowly took a few steps forward, and with a sudden flick of his robe, he pulled out a needle from his waist, holding it between his index and middle fingers. The tip of the silver needle was so sharp that it was almost a small point of light, looking sinister and terrifying as if it were radiating a cold light, exuding an extremely unsettling aura.
Mu Yunhe's expression was cold and hard, his voice deep and unyielding: "Will you talk or not!"
"I won't talk!" The Ghost King was also a tough nut to crack. He stared blankly into Mu Yunhe's eyes and grinned maliciously.
Mu Yunhe hardened his heart, no longer asking a single question. He suddenly stepped forward and plunged a needle deep into the ghost mask's brow.
That single blow caused the usually sturdy Ghost King to scream uncontrollably. The child's innocent voice, sharp and piercing, was deafening. Each scream, louder than the last, trembled as it spoke of just how terrifying and painful Mu Yunhe's needle strike had been.
"To tell or not to tell?" Mu Yunhe asked again, but this time his voice was even colder and deeper than before.
"No, I won't tell!" the Ghost King gritted his teeth and uttered, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Good, you have guts. I'll see how long you can hold out!" Mu Yunhe suddenly sneered, and as he spoke, he pulled out another needle from his waist and, without hesitation, stabbed it into the Ghost Emperor's body, this time into the Ghost Emperor's left shoulder blade.
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Mu Yunhe rarely shows his possessions; what he does show are always exquisite items and incredible treasures.
Just like these needles, the needles that pinned down the Ghost King and prevented him from moving freely are called Soul-Pinning Needles. As the name suggests, they are things that can restrain a person's soul. This thing is unique in the world. The fact that the Divination God has it must be related to the Divination Heavenly Palace. The fact that Mu Yunhe has it also proves that Mu Yunhe has a very unusual relationship with the Divination Heavenly Palace.
Now that Mu Yunhe not only possesses this item but can also use it, that's even more remarkable.
The two needles that are piercing the Ghost King at this moment are called Soul-Locking Nails, which can naturally lock a person's soul.
Humans are said to have three souls and seven spirits. Ordinary people just talk about it but never take it seriously. However, diviners have such abilities and can truly take away souls and spirits, making people unable to live or die!
At this moment, the Ghost King truly understood what it meant to be unable to live or die. He experienced this kind of pain for the first time, and he wished he could just smash his head against a wall and die. It felt as if his body was being attacked by branding and bone-scraping knives. He didn't want to scream, but the pain was unbearable.
He screamed and roared, trying to keep his mind focused and prevent himself from collapsing, hoping to distract himself and resist Mu Yunhe's soul-crushing torment. But it didn't work; he couldn't do it! The feeling was too terrifying and horrifying. He could only let his soul dissipate little by little. The pain was unbearable, even for a powerful figure with extraordinary abilities!
"Tell me or not!" Mu Yunhe asked again. This time, his voice seemed to drift from beyond the heavens, so cold and chilling, like the ice and snow of the coldest days of winter, making one tremble to the bone.
"I won't talk!!" The Ghost King gritted his teeth, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak.
"Fine! Very well! You think you can't find her just because you don't tell me? You underestimate me too much! You've touched my people, and you think I'll be fooled like a fool? Dream on! Since you're so loyal, then I'll grant your wish! I want to see what the end result of your loyalty will be. What will Qin Yinxian's expression be when she sees your severed arm? Do you think that vicious woman will compromise with me to protect you?" Mu Yunhe's eyes flashed with malice as he spoke coldly.
The Ghost Emperor was too disoriented to respond to Mu Yunhe, but his suddenly constricted pupils revealed his shock!
Mu Yunhe suddenly stood up, walked out and drew the sword from the guard at the gate of the King's residence. He returned, and with a swift stroke, blood splattered everywhere!
"Ah!!" The Ghost King's childish voice was filled with nothing but screams of terror!
An arm, still moving, was brutally severed. It fell to the ground, blood mixing with dust, gradually congealing into a paste, creating a vivid contrast against the Ghost King's stiff body.
Mu Yunhe stood there, sword in hand, expressionless.
Sorry for the late update today. I rushed it, but I still missed the update for the 25th by a few minutes. It's not that I'm not feeling well; I'm genuinely not feeling well, not just physically, but also mentally. Everyone has their own difficulties and unhappiness. Although I'm trying to adjust, it still takes time. I'm trying to live, but living is truly not easy. Please forgive me. Also, a late update is a late update, and less is less. All I can say is apologize and try to recover as quickly as possible. As long as my health allows, I will definitely try my best to update more frequently. Group kisses, goodnight.
406 shots, Soul Technique! Bloodstained!
Updated: 2013-10-26 12:45:48 Word Count: 7594
What the Queen saw and heard was enough to horrify her. Mu Yunhe's strength and astonishing potential were revealed bit by bit, almost unseen, which was undoubtedly a huge shock. She watched Mu Yunhe grow from a weak child who was predicted to die before the age of twenty into a man whose words and actions inspired fear and awe, even a ruler who could dominate the world. The journey had been full of shock and trepidation.
If this man weren't Luo Zhiheng's husband, the King might have even considered eliminating him first. After all, Mu Yunhe's growth was astonishing and terrifying. His speed was so fast that it left no time to catch his breath. It seemed as if overnight, this boy, whom he could have easily crushed, had become a man he himself looked up to!
The Divination Palace—this place is indeed too mysterious, eerie, and unfathomable. It even possesses techniques that can make life worse than death. She could sense that the needles were embedded in several major acupoints on the Ghost King's body; the slightest mishap could easily claim his life.
But the Ghost King is still clinging to life, though he is alive, he is in a state worse than dead. His attacks on the soul are chilling and send shivers down one's spine.
Even a powerful and arrogant man like the King couldn't help but have a strong thought rise in his mind at this moment: Never offend Mu Yunhe, or rather, never provoke Luo Zhiheng! Because Mu Yunhe's revenge is something no one can withstand.
Mu Yunhe had already picked up the Ghost Emperor's severed arm, the blood dripping onto the Ghost Emperor's already terrifying face. The Ghost Emperor was screaming hoarse from the pain. Such a powerful person had stumbled badly from Mu Yunhe's few inconspicuous needles. It wasn't that the Ghost Emperor wasn't powerful, but that Mu Yunhe was too powerful.
"I'm asking you one last time, where is Qin Yinxian!" Mu Yunhe's voice grew colder and colder, to the point of making one's scalp tingle. He sounded like he was questioning the Ghost Emperor, but there was no longer any coercion in his words, as if he didn't care whether the Ghost Emperor answered or not. That feeling was called confidence.
His incomparably handsome face was cool and elegant, his eyes gleaming with a faint, cold light. A few strands of hair fell casually across his forehead, instantly giving his originally imposing aura a breathtakingly decadent beauty. That calm and collected demeanor, combined with his confident and domineering presence, made his charm simply irresistible and astonishing.
The Ghost King's eyes widened, seemingly present yet absent, then clenched eerily. His entire body convulsed from the soul-deep pain, yet his scattered spirit was rekindled by stubbornness and defiance. He spoke in a trembling, mocking tone, "You might as well kill me, but you won't learn my master's whereabouts from me! Cut me off! Kill me! I still have an arm and two legs for you to cut off! Cut them off!"
He stubbornly used this childish method to provoke Mu Yunhe, with one of two possible purposes: either to provoke Mu Yunhe into killing him to save him from further suffering, or to defy him. However, either way, it was absolutely unwise.
Mu Yunhe's thin lips curled slightly, exuding a wicked charm. He suddenly bent down, and a fleeting, shimmering light seemed to accompany the ghostly flame in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, his gaze became alluring and seductive, capable of instantly captivating anyone's mind and making them willing to be his slaves, even if it meant being a moth drawn to a flame, just to please him.
The Ghost Emperor had his eyes fixed on Mu Yunhe's, so that he wouldn't lose too much in terms of imposing presence. Moreover, a powerful figure like him naturally wouldn't want to be subservient to anyone.
However, provocation and being provoked, traps and snares, mantises and orioles, always tell the story of someone being more skilled and cunning than you, always proving that the former is superficial and pedantic while the latter is calm and wise.
The Ghost King stared intently into Mu Yunhe's eyes, and the instant that a bewitching and enchanting light shone in Mu Yunhe's eerie eyes, his entire being seemed to be frozen in place. His mind went completely blank, unable to think or reason, and he could only let himself be drawn into Mu Yunhe's vortex-like eyes. In an instant, he had no ability to resist and was completely suppressed!
Originally, he thought he had a chance to avoid Mu Yunhe's gaze. But unfortunately, he was provoked. He glared fiercely at Mu Yunhe, so when Mu Yunhe unleashed his ultimate move, he was completely powerless to resist and was immediately hit. His will crumbled in an instant, his reason collapsed in a flash, and everything was under Mu Yunhe's control in the blink of an eye.
It's something most people wouldn't believe—who could control a person just by looking at them? But Mu Yunhe could do it.
A flood of information instantly entered Mu Yunhe's mind through the Ghost Emperor's. He navigated the information with his will, searching for anything related to the Emperor Xian, and soon he found it. This was because the Ghost Emperor was a very simple person. The concepts of practicing martial arts and loyalty were deeply ingrained in his mind and life. 17743874
The Ghost Emperor is devoid of emotion and incapable of feeling for anyone. His formidable martial arts skills, profound inner strength, and prestigious status make him extremely proud. However, the Ghost Emperor's loyalty to Emperor Xian may even surpass Emperor Xian's own loyalty to him!
No wonder the Ghost Emperor could grit his teeth and refuse to submit, even when Mu Yunhe pressed him so hard, and would never betray his master.
Mu Yunhe's eyes, those alluring and captivating gazes, gradually hardened. His narrow eyes blinked slightly, and something shattered instantly between them, a crisp popping sound echoing in the air, like a water bubble bursting. Then, as if suddenly awakened, the Ghost Emperor's eyes widened, staring at Mu Yunhe with disbelief and uncertainty.
"What did you do to me?" A sharp, needle-like pain pierced his mind. The Ghost Emperor's powerful perception allowed him to feel and confirm that during that moment of blankness, Mu Yunhe must have done something to him.
Mu Yunhe had already stood up, his expression calm, and said condescendingly, "I was just checking where Qin Yinxian was. Thank you for telling me so much about Qin Yinxian. I will remember your cooperation and help. When I finally confront Qin Yinxian, I will personally tell her that it was her most loyal servant who told me everything about her."
"No! This is impossible! I would never betray my master! You framed me!!" The Ghost King roared in shock and rage.
If Mu Yunhe truly told the Emperor his words, it would undoubtedly be a betrayal. Tragically, he himself didn't even know what Mu Yunhe was talking about; he hadn't told Mu Yunhe anything. But what if his master believed him? His soul wouldn't allow him to betray his master; that would be a sign of disloyalty and impurity, and in that case, he could forget about any chance of growth or advancement for the rest of his life. Most importantly, Mu Yunhe had wronged him. What was he trying to do? Sow discord?
Mu Yunhe sneered, unwilling to waste any more words with the Ghost Emperor. He had already received news that delighted him; he thought he had a better way to deal with Qin Yinxian, a way to make Qin Yinxian wish he were dead.
As for the Silver Moon Kingdom? Hmph, so what if it's a magical place? It's just a secluded paradise. If it dares to act recklessly in front of the Divination Palace, the Silver Moon Kingdom, despite its strength, will still be severely damaged.
"Don't try to frame me! My master knows me, she will never believe you! And I won't allow you to hurt my master either!" Ghost Emperor roared at Mu Yunhe, but poor Mu Yunhe was still unable to move. Even more pitiful was that he lay there convulsing, his voice trembling but still loyal. Unfortunately, Emperor Xian was unaware of this.
Mu Yunhe grinned maliciously, shook the Ghost Emperor's arm, and strode away.
At this moment, in the heavens beyond, another night has passed, and a new day is about to begin. However, the bloody killing intent hidden before dawn will not be completely submerged with the setting of the moon and the rising of the sun; it will only brew and accumulate, until the day it can no longer be concealed, when it will finally erupt.
The Queen was stunned into silence. What had she just seen? The aura emanating from Mu Yunhe, a powerful aura of darkness and decay of death, instantly filled her with a sense of despair.
Just as Mu Yunhe bent down to meet the Ghost Emperor's gaze, she clearly felt an uncontrollable sensation—those eyes...it was...a soul-capturing technique?!
To obtain the information one desires through a person, to effortlessly kill a person from their mind, to manipulate that person into committing suicide—is this some kind of soul-capturing technique?
Why does Mu Yunhe possess such sinister abilities? Aren't these things only used by wicked outcasts? What exactly is going on with Mu Yunhe? How did a diviner representing light and justice get involved with such corrupt and dark things?
Is it right or wrong for Luo Zhiheng to be with someone like Mu Yunhe, who is both righteous and wicked, whose intentions are unclear and whose true nature is ambiguous? Is there any danger involved? The Prince suddenly felt hesitant because of the powerful strength and unsettling techniques that Mu Yunhe had displayed today. The Prince even had the urge to take Luo Zhiheng away as soon as possible to prevent her from being harmed.
But could she do that? She feared Mu Yunhe would go to great lengths to find them, kill her, and take Luo Zhiheng away. That man would do anything for Luo Zhiheng; his love for her seemed to have possessed him.
Suppressing the pounding in his chest and the intense unease in his heart, the King looked at the Ghost Emperor with a grim expression. The Ghost Emperor was no longer the arrogant and domineering figure he once was; he lay there motionless, like a living dead, unable to move, yet clearly feeling the pain. The torment inflicted on his soul was a thousand times more unbearable for someone like him than the torment inflicted on his body.
It's his own fault!
But what about the Emperor Xian? Judging from Mu Yunhe's expression, she has already figured out a way to deal with him. Mu Yunhe's moves are always terrifying and soul-shattering. The Emperor Xian is already seriously injured, and she's probably not much better now. Can she withstand Mu Yunhe's revenge?
After all, they are twin sisters. On the surface, the Queen seems to be a playboy who doesn't care about anything, but in reality, she values relationships the most. Whether it's family or romantic love, she cherishes them and is devoted to them.
On one side is her own sister, and on the other is her long-lost niece. Both are her flesh and blood, and any injury to either side would hurt. However, the flesh on the back of her hand is already rotten, utterly devastated by her sister, the Empress. The flesh in her palm, on the other hand, is tender and needs protection and love. Luo Zhiheng, this child, has ultimately suffered far too much.
The Empress is being irrational. Why can't she see things clearly? She has been delaying reporting Luo Zhiheng's matter and returning to Silver Moon Kingdom, trying her best to prevent the news from reaching Her Majesty the Empress's ears. She also believes that the Empress is doing her best to keep Luo Zhiheng's existence a secret from Her Majesty the Empress.
Wasn't her intention to ensure Luo Zhiheng's simple, happy, and peaceful life? This also allowed the Emperor Xian to secure her position as Crown Princess, the future Empress. Luo Zhiheng's free-spirited, cheerful, and generous nature was genuine. While she might appear ordinary to them, she possessed a broad mind and vision. Luo Zhiheng might not even covet the Empress's throne. In this way, concealing Luo Zhiheng's existence was a win-win situation for both sides.
However, Emperor Xian always regarded Luo Zhiheng as a thorn in his side and wanted to get rid of her. This made Prince Shi even more resentful and disappointed in his twin sister.
Feeling unable to find balance, unable to advance or retreat, the king fell into deep agitation.
In a fit of rage, the King flung his robes and stormed into the bedroom. He grabbed the Poison Saint, who was still aggrieved and terrified, saying he had almost been raped by a vixen, and kissed him fiercely. The more the Poison Saint struggled, the harder the King kissed him. Soon, in a violent exchange, their clothes were completely removed, and they were locked in a passionate embrace.
Mu Yunhe had to do things at night, but now that it was already dawn, he removed his severed arm, then took a bath and changed his clothes, feeling refreshed as he went to see his wife.
Luo Zhiheng was still asleep, her sleep restless and drowsy. Mu Yunhe walked to the bedside and watched her for a while. Luo Zhiheng was delicate and fragile now; her face was injured, and she looked as if she would break at the slightest touch. He trembled with heartache and didn't dare to touch her. He carefully got into bed, wanting to hug her, but afraid of hurting her, so he could only watch her from a distance. The air was filled with her sweet breath and the faint scent of medicine, and Mu Yunhe suddenly felt a sense of peace.
Making her suffer was something Mu Yunhe had never even considered before. He never thought he would cause Luo Zhiheng any distress, but this incident had deeply affected him. It was as if it were his own negligence. That day, he was only focused on his own sadness and resentment towards Luo Zhiheng for deceiving him, yet he couldn't decisively leave her. He was afraid that Luo Zhiheng would really leave him, and the mere thought of her having considered leaving him made him restless and irritable.
On one hand, he lacked confidence in his ability to keep Luo Zhiheng, always feeling that he wasn't good enough. Aheng had sacrificed so much for him, fighting desperately, battling, and protecting him all at the same time. In less than a year, she had done far more for him than his so-called father had done in twenty years, and she had done it far better.
Such a wonderful Luo Zhiheng always made him feel a deep-seated inferiority and unease. He never showed it, but that feeling would suddenly appear every time Luo Zhiheng did something, stirring his heart, making him uneasy, then he would grow a little, and then disappear. He didn't know when it would reappear. He just knew that this feeling had never been eradicated.
The better something is, the better the person is, the more frightening it is to be unable to hold onto it, to keep it close, and to feel at ease no matter what.
After the affair was exposed, his unease and fear exploded violently. He suspected Luo Zhiheng, but because of his own physical condition, he also despised himself. He even wondered if he was a toad trying to eat swan meat. Aheng was so good, so healthy, so smart, and what did he have?
He used to be a broken body, almost a corpse. Now, although he has the identity of a diviner priest to put on a show, what does that really mean? It's just that the predecessors planted the trees and the successors enjoy the shade. He is benefiting from his master's legacy, although it is also due to his own abilities, but he still lacks confidence.
He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that if he had paid more attention to Aheng that night, noticed her strange behavior, or even if he had been rational enough, he would have realized that, given Aheng's personality, she would never let Prince Mu go, and that she would have taken action.
But that night, he didn't think about any of that. He just wallowed in self-pity, which was utterly pathetic and laughable. Despite his self-proclaimed wisdom, Mu Yunhe hadn't even considered this. Love had caused Aheng so much suffering; each of his wounds felt like a whip lashing his heart and face. He was not only in excruciating pain but also utterly humiliated.
Looking at Luo Zhiheng's face, Mu Yunhe felt a pang of sadness. The face he loved so much was pale, and her full lips were chapped. Mu Yunhe felt a surge of sadness and an urge to cry.
Unfortunately, just as he wrinkled his nose, furrowed his brows, and pursed his lips, Luo Zhiheng's eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes, instantly catching a glimpse of Mu Yunhe's face, which looked like it was about to cry.
The childlike Mu Yunhe is a bit silly, a bit cute, and has an indescribable charm and naivety. This kind of Mu Yunhe is something Luo Zhiheng will never be able to resist.
She grinned and teased him, "If you lay naked and white-cheeked beneath me, I'd be even happier and would devour you!"
Seeing her lick her lips with her little tongue, Mu Yunhe was stunned. His gaze darkened, and his innocent and cute demeanor instantly turned into a wolf's eyes gleaming with greed. He could tell how much he wanted to pounce on her by his heavy breathing and stiff expression.