Valle del Hombre Salvaje de Qingshan

Capítulo 27

"You don't need to scare me with the Eastern Depot. If the people from the Eastern Depot were coming, they would have been here long ago. Even if they know my plans, so what? You're still going to die. I can tell everyone in the martial world how you betrayed your fellow martial artists to survive, and even I, your father-in-law, couldn't escape your schemes. In the end, you even killed Lian Yun. To avenge my daughter, I had no choice but to kill you." Murong Songtao glanced around for a moment, but his inner strength was so refined that he didn't hear any unusual noises around him. The anxiety he had felt earlier gradually subsided.

"Haha, Senior Murong is indeed more shrewd than ordinary people. It seems I can't fool you after all." Mo Xibei's mind raced, and he continued, "But Lianyun was raised by you. These past ten years, people are no longer plants or trees. Don't you have any kinship at all? Besides, the road to finding the treasure this time will definitely be very dangerous. I just don't understand why you still insist on killing us. Moreover, neither of us is a match for you. Wouldn't it be better to keep us here to help?"

"You brat, you don't need to try to fool me anymore. If I were that easy to fool, I wouldn't have been able to live a peaceful life in the martial world for so many years. Today, you're going to die no matter what." Before Murong Songtao could finish speaking, he had already forcibly sealed several major acupoints on his body, deciding to eliminate Mo Xibei first before searching for the antidote.

"Young Master Mu, if you don't come out soon, my death is a small matter, but Murong Songtao has escaped. Where are you going to find the secret of the treasure?" As soon as he said this, Mo Xibei suddenly shrank back and flashed to Lian Yun's side. He picked up Lian Yun's body and ran back the way he came.

"The same trick, I can still take you down... Who?" Before Murong Songtao could finish speaking, the blade he swung was blocked by something, and just as it was about to touch Mo Xibei's clothes, it was deflected to the side.

“This time I’m not lying to you,” Mo Xibei led Lian Yun for another dozen or so feet before stopping. A man dressed in black with a silver mask on his face stood there quietly, his aura calm and composed, as if he had been there for a long time.

"Alright, since you're here, none of you are going back today." Murong Songtao had already seen clearly that what had blocked his blade was nothing more than two small leaves, the kind of ordinary leaves that could be picked at any time in the mountains. Of course, the reason why the leaves could block his blade was not because the leaves were strong, but because the person who threw the leaves had profound skill. Picking leaves and sending them flying was enough to kill instantly. Superior internal strength combined with superior hidden weapon skills, this young master Murong was indeed a remarkable person.

"I've heard that true martial arts masters are very arrogant, and you're no exception, are you?" Mo Xibei noticed that Lian Yun's body had become supple, guessing that her acupoints had been released on their own. If he didn't leave now, when would he?

"So what?" Young Master Mu did not make a move immediately, but turned to look at Mo Xibei.

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Chapter Forty-Eight: A Series of Trap (The End)

"I've heard that true martial arts masters are very arrogant, and you're no exception, are you?" Mo Xibei noticed that Lian Yun's body had become supple, guessing that her acupoints had been released on their own. If he didn't leave now, when would he?

"So what?" Young Master Mu did not make a move immediately, but turned to look at Mo Xibei.

"So since I can't be of any help, I might as well not cause you any trouble. How about I take my leave first and treat you to dinner later?" Mo Xibei said with a grin. Although this Young Master Mu in front of him was an enemy rather than a friend, people can compromise on principles when faced with certain life-or-death interests.

"Your wishful thinking is quite good, but unfortunately, I'm not too stupid either." Grabbing Mo Xibei, who was turning to run away, Young Master Mu forcefully flung her towards Murong Songtao.

Mo Xibei felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He wanted to curse Young Master Mu for deliberately pinching his healing wound, but the most important thing right now was to make a move and save his life. Young Master Mu's throw was quite powerful. Mo Xibei quickly steadied himself in mid-air and drew his sword. The tip of his sword avoided Murong Songtao's blade and, in an absolutely unexpected manner, broke through Murong Songtao's inner defense, slicing off a whole piece of his clothes with a "whoosh."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Young Master Mu lunged forward, thrusting his sword out from another tricky angle.

Murong Songtao was immediately flustered. In terms of martial arts, he and Young Master Mu were evenly matched. In terms of physical strength, although he was getting on in years, he was still far superior to Mo Xibei. In a one-on-one fight, with his experience, he would probably have a slight advantage. But now, he had to deal with both of them at the same time. Although Mo Xibei was not making many moves at the moment, only cooperating a little at Young Master Mu's request, the pressure was gradually making it hard for him to breathe.

"Alliance Leader Murong, you have been a hero all your life. You should know that a wise man submits to circumstances. Hand over what you shouldn't have taken, and you can escape unscathed and preserve your reputation." In contrast to Murong Songtao's sweat-drenched and uneven breathing, Young Master Mu appeared relaxed and at ease. While persuading him, his moves showed no mercy. Before he could finish speaking, Murong Songtao had taken a sword to each of his legs.

"Is that all you want? I'll give it to you, and you'll let me go?" Murong Songtao staggered a couple of steps, and blood immediately gushed from the wound on his leg. Sweat beads on his forehead became even more prominent.

"Of course," Young Master Mu nodded.

"Fine! As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn. Here you go." Murong Songtao gritted his teeth and made up his mind after a long time. He suddenly pulled out something from his pocket and threw it forcefully in the direction where Murong Lianyun was standing. "That's the map you wanted. Can I leave now?"

"Wait!" Young Master Mu's sword didn't stop; it continued its relentless advance. "Alliance Leader Murong agreed too readily, which makes me uneasy. I need to go see if those things are real, or if someone is deliberately playing a trick on me. Brother Mo, please hold on for a while." With that, Young Master Mu abruptly withdrew from the battle and headed straight for Murong Lianyun. Only then did Mo Xibei see that Lianyun was indeed able to move again and was bending down to pick up the bundle of things.

Chapter Forty-Nine: People Die for Money

"Ha..." Murong Lianyun suddenly laughed as he quickly unfolded the object in his hand.

"Good girl, Lianyun, give it to me." Young Master Mu walked over, ignoring her somewhat abnormal laughter, and simply stretched out his hand, looking at Murong Lianyun.

"Give it to you?" Murong Lianyun stopped laughing, his expression a mixture of confusion and obsession. "Give it to you? Why should I give it to you? For such a small thing, my father actually wanted to kill me. Give it to you? If I don't give it to you, I won't give it to anyone."

Mo Xibei had no desire to fight. In order to protect Silou and Murong Lianyun, she had only agreed to help the East Depot people track down Murong Songtao. Now that the mission was complete, when she heard that Lianyun's tone was not right, she took a step back, preparing to protect him if Young Master Mu injured Lianyun in order to obtain the item whose authenticity was unknown.

This opening was left for Murong Songtao, and he naturally wouldn't let it slip by. As soon as he saw Mo Xibei retreat, he almost immediately turned around and prepared to escape.

"Alliance Leader Murong, do you think you can just leave like this?" Mo Xibei only saw a figure flash before his eyes. When he looked again, Young Master Mu, who had been standing in front of Lian Yun with his hand outstretched and waiting patiently, had once again blocked Murong Songtao's way.

"Young Master Mu, do you have any integrity? I've already handed the item over to you, why are you still stopping me?" Murong Songtao brandished his knife, not immediately launching an attack, but still maintaining a balanced stance. "The item is in your daughter's hands, so it doesn't count as being given to me. Therefore, I still cannot let you go." Young Master Mu shook his head.

"Yun'er, aren't you going to hand the map over to Young Master Mu?" Murong Songtao stared intently at Young Master Mu, but shouted sharply.

"No! I won't give it to you. Even if I do, you'll still kill me." Murong Lianyun shook her head, and seeing Mo Xibei approaching, she jumped up in surprise. "You're standing there. You're all bad people. You all want to kill me. If you come any closer, I'll throw it away."

"I won't move." Mo Xibei immediately stopped and tried to comfort her, "Lian Yun, you're alright, don't be so nervous."

"You lied to me. You all lied to me." Murong Lianyun shook his head and pointed at Mo Xibei, saying, "You step back over there, don't stand so close to me."

Mo Xibei smiled bitterly and had no choice but to follow her instructions and retreat to the path he had taken to go up the mountain.

"Yun'er, you're not even listening to your father anymore?" Murong Songtao didn't turn around, but his voice suddenly softened. "Good child. Father didn't want to kill you. Father only wanted to kill Mo Xibei, that traitor. I pressed your pressure points because I was afraid you would do something rash. Be good, give the map to Young Master Mu. Then Father will take you away from here. Haven't you always wanted to go play everywhere? Father will go with you."

Murong Lianyun was stunned. She looked down at what she was holding, seemingly pondering whether her father's words were true. She had overheard Mo Xibei and Murong Songtao's conversation. Her father wasn't her biological father? This was a conclusion she couldn't accept. Could it be that Mo Xibei had deliberately said it to escape? But why didn't her father deny it when he said it?

Murong Songtao was also waiting, until he saw Young Master Mu's hand fall back on the long sword at his waist. He knew that Young Master Mu no longer wanted to wait.

"Lianyun!" Murong Lianyun was still thinking about her father's words and Mo Xibei's words over and over again. There had been too many changes in her life these past few days. First, her home was gone, then she was captured by the Eastern Depot, then Rongrong died, then her father wanted to kill her, and finally her father said that her fiancé was a spy... She felt that her world had completely collapsed in these past few days. Everything she loved, everything she believed in, everything she relied on had all betrayed her. At this moment, she felt as if she had been trapped in a thick darkness. She could not see anything, could not hear anything, and her mind was in a mess. She could not sort out her thoughts at all. So, when Mo Xibei called her name, she could only raise her head blankly, watch Mo Xibei rush over, watch Mo Xibei's sword block her way, watch the broken knife that her father played with every day, the rusty blade only half an inch away from her brow.

"It's all a lie, a complete lie," Murong Lianyun thought. So her father really wanted to kill her. For the past sixteen years, her father's love had been a lie, his smile a lie, everything he had given her a lie. How wonderful, all deception. This world is full of deception. Thinking this, she smiled, because she couldn't cry. Her numb heart shattered into pieces, and only one thought urged her on: destroy what she held. This was the thing that had destroyed everything she had, so she would destroy it too. Although Mo Xibei had retreated, her gaze remained fixed on Young Master Mu. She knew he was the only variable among the four present. Sure enough, upon seeing Young Master Mu stroke his weapon, she rushed towards the stunned Murong Lianyun, barely blocking Murong Songtao's slashing blade.

With this strike, Murong Songtao poured all his life's strength into it. Mo Xibei felt a burning pain in her hand, and a trickle of blood snaked down her wrist, quickly staining her sleeve red. A metallic taste welled up in her chest and then choked her throat. Mo Xibei thought, for some reason, whenever she encountered Murong Lianyun, she always got hurt. It was really... strange, as if she owed a debt from a past life.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Before Mo Xibei could even swallow the blood in his chest, Murong Lianyun had already rushed towards the mountain like a madman.

"Give it to me!" Murong Songtao naturally drew his sword and chased after him.

Below the mountain is a cliff, its structure no different from any other mountain, except that the terrain in this area is undulating, and no one knows exactly how deep the cliff is.

Murong Lianyun seemed to be planning to jump off the cliff with the map in her hand. Mo Xibei was not a god and could not stop her every time. Fortunately, he still managed to pick up a pebble and flick it out with all his might. It just barely hit Murong Lianyun's calf at the edge of the cliff. The force was just enough to make her legs go weak and she fell to the ground with her face covered in mud.

However, no one expected that Murong Lianyun's sudden fall to the edge of the cliff would cause Murong Songtao, who was injured and whose legs were already weak, to lose his target. Before he could even utter a sound, he flew directly over Murong Lianyun's head and fell straight down.

"Father!" Murong Lianyun cried out as if suddenly waking from a nightmare, and actually got up. He then rushed down the cliff as well.

"Lianyun!" Mo Xibei was very impressed with her own reaction speed tonight; she had actually caught up with her again. Seeing Murong Lianyun jump down, she lunged forward and managed to grab one of Murong Lianyun's feet.

"Let me die!" Murong Lianyun kicked hard. Mo Xibei had just pulled her leg up when she kicked his left arm, which was holding the rocks to stabilize them. Desperate to die, she kicked hard and accurately, and Mo Xibei's already battered left arm could no longer withstand the blow. It was instantly and gloriously retired.