Valle del Hombre Salvaje de Qingshan

Capítulo 49

"Mo Xibei, you're so clever, and I admire your talent. Why don't you take out your dagger, and we'll search for the treasure together, then split it equally? Wouldn't that be better than fighting to the death here?" While Mo Xibei was locked in combat with Murong Songtao, men in black rushed to the main seat, hacking and slashing at everything they could. The main seat was disfigured beyond recognition, but the dagger was nowhere to be seen. At this moment, Murong Songtao had no choice but to change his tone and soften his manner. "The dagger is in my hand. Why should I share it with you? You're a clever man, but do you take me for a fool?" Mo Xibei inhaled and tightened his grip, breaking free from the sticky hold on Murong Songtao's dagger, and took two steps back.

"Because if you cooperate with me, you'll get half; if you cooperate with the people from the Eastern Depot outside, you won't even be able to save your life." Murong Songtao sneered, "My Murong family is a cautionary tale for you. Can't a smart person like you even see this?"

"I dare to cooperate with the Eastern Depot because I'm confident I won't follow your old path. Senior Murong, you're a renowned figure in the martial world, why are you so fixated on something you can't possibly obtain?" Mo Xibei retreated, only to find himself trapped in a circle of men in black. He sighed inwardly, knowing that a fierce battle was inevitable. Murong Songtao clearly knew he was a woman, yet he still betrothed his daughter to him in public—his ruthlessness was truly extraordinary. "I can't have it, and you can't keep it," Murong Songtao said coldly. "The Eastern Depot's siege without attacking is merely waiting for us to fight like the snipe and the clam, so they can reap the benefits. If you continue to be so stubborn, I'll see what kind of end you'll have."

"Senior Murong has reminded me. It's too much of a disadvantage for me to fight like this." Mo Xibei nodded with a smile, and said to the roof beam, "I'm not fighting anymore. If you don't come down, we'll have to let them go." There was silence on the roof beam. No one responded to Mo Xibei's words. Murong Songtao chuckled, and the circular formation suddenly tightened. Dozens of knives suddenly slashed wildly at Mo Xibei.

"Oh no!" Mo Xibei cried out in alarm, ducking to dodge Murong Songtao's blade. She braced herself with one hand, spun around, and her sword flashed like a rosy cloud. Her sword sliced through gold and jade, severing many of the black-clad men's weapons in one fell swoop. However, this risky move resulted in one of the black-clad men scraping off her hair crown, leaving her long hair loose and flowing freely.

"I only took a nap, how did I end up in such a sorry state?" The men in black didn't provide a second round of supplies because suddenly a dozen masked men and women appeared around them, attacking without a word, brandishing their weapons. At this moment, a man wearing a metal mask appeared beside Mo Xibei, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice extremely pleasant.

"If you take a nap, you'll only see me again when you're reincarnated." Mo Xibei brushed the long hair in front of his eyes behind his head, somewhat annoyed.

"How could I possibly fall asleep?" The man's voice held a hint of amusement and...doting. "Women are indeed as beautiful as this."

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter Eight: Ruthless (Part Two)

"Alright, the game is over now. The hundreds of lives in this small village have been waiting impatiently. We can finally ask Senior Murong to give them justice." Mo Xibei ignored Mu Feinan's words and slowly tied his hair back with a handkerchief. When he looked at Murong Songtao again, his gaze was no longer as listless and playful as before. His eyes, as clear as autumn water, were now shining brightly, and his demeanor was proud and awe-inspiring.

"A small mountain village?" Murong Songtao seemed taken aback, then burst into wild laughter after a long pause. "I've killed too many people; the victor is king, and the blade is the only justice." Before he finished speaking, he had already charged forward with his blade. He had fought against Mo Xibei and Mu Feinan before, and had been at a disadvantage against two opponents. However, now that he was in the center of the circle, dozens of masked men in black were of one mind with him. Instantly, the circle activated in unison, advancing and retreating, attacking and defending with fierce moves, but maintaining their formation without wavering. They relied on each other, their blades flashing. "Focus on one point and break through." Mu Feinan struck first, shielding Mo Xibei behind him. At this moment, he pointed his sword, and the people on the periphery quickly followed his instructions, concentrating their attacks on a single masked man in the circle.

The circular formation was quickly breached, like a riverbank that holds back a flood. When it was intact, it was as solid as a rock, but once it was breached, it was quickly submerged and swallowed by the flood.

Without the protection of the circular formation, Murong Songtao was completely at a disadvantage under the attacks of Mo and Mu. However, his eyes were sharp and every move was so fierce that it made people gasp for breath. Despite Mo and Mu's prolonged attacks, they did not gain much advantage.

As the battle intensified, a mournful long howl suddenly rang out. It turned out that Murong Songtao, sensing the danger, signaled the masked men to break through. However, the waiting Eastern Depot guards unleashed a volley of arrows, wounding several masked men who fell to the ground. Before Mo Xibei could even react, Mu Feinan had already elbowed her five or six steps away. Where she had stood, a shower of blood rained down, the bright red drops shimmering with an eerie, icy blue in the sunlight, while a faint, sweet fragrance filled the air.

"Blood Rain Fragrance?" Mu Feinan also dodged aside. In the chaos of the situation, he had already torn off his long robe and thrown it aside when he sensed something was wrong. Now, the torn garments clung to his body, making him look quite disheveled. He sheathed his sword, glanced calmly outside, and stood back-to-back with the remaining men in black. "We dared to come today expecting the worst. These men are all covered in blood; their flesh is lacerated, and their blood is highly poisonous. If you're not afraid of death, then come on over."

"The insidious martial art 'Blood Sea Fragrance' didn't originate from the Central Plains. Who would have thought that the powerful Murong Alliance Leader, who has dominated the martial world for years, would have connections with Japan?" Mu Feinan pulled Mo Xibei back two steps. Holding his breath slightly, he knew that 'Blood Sea Fragrance' was known as the most poisonous martial art in Japan, but he couldn't predict just how poisonous it truly was.

“You’re wrong,” Murong Songtao said proudly. “I’m not connected to Japan; rather, I’m a Japanese person. All these years, the martial arts world of the Central Plains has been nothing more than a toy in my hands. If it weren’t for the fact that I haven’t been able to figure out the secret of the treasure, I would have returned to Japan long ago.” “Well, it’s rare that you’ve concealed it so well.” Mo Xibei’s brows furrowed upon hearing the word “Japan.”

"Mo Xibei, now, hand over your knife to me, and I might spare your life." Murong Songtao ignored him, pointed his long knife at the wedding hall, and smugly ordered Mo Xibei.

“Impossible,” Mo Xibei replied decisively. “Even if blood is spilled today, the treasure will absolutely not fall into the hands of the Japanese.”

“That’s right, even if you have the deadly poison of Blood Sea Fragrance, we won’t be afraid.” Another clear voice came from the doorway. Murong Songtao turned around and saw that the newcomer was dressed in white, handsome and dashing, and it was Chu Junfeng.

"Another one who doesn't know his own limitations has arrived," Murong Songtao said with a cold sneer.

“There are some people who are courting death, but it’s not us, it’s you,” Chu Junfeng didn’t enter the hall. He simply took his hands out from behind his back, put down a simple cloth bundle containing about ten steel knives, and dropped it with a clatter. “Murong Songtao, I’ve sent back all the people you arranged to meet you inside and outside the city. Now, only you are left.”

"Good!" Murong Songtao seemed surprised by this move, and nodded with a wild laugh. "Good, you juniors are so reckless! I'll play with you properly." As soon as he finished speaking, he and several blood-covered figures rushed towards Mo Xibei's position. Concerned about the poisonous blood on the blood-covered figures, Mu Feinan almost immediately reached out and grabbed Mo Xibei's waist, paused, and quickly retreated.

Murong Songtao's move was a feint. As soon as Murong and Mo dodged, they turned around and rushed towards Chu Junfeng at the door. Chu Junfeng blocked their path with his longsword, using a move called "Crossing the River to Block Fighting". The two sides then engaged in battle.

Mo Xibei pushed away Mu Feinan's hand, which was still wrapped around his waist, and prepared to step forward to help. But as soon as he took a step, Mu Feinan grabbed his left arm.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xibei asked curiously.

"What are you going to do now?" Mu Fei asked.

"Help me." Mo Xibei didn't look at Mu Feinan; her eyes and her heart were focused entirely on the battle in front of her.

“You can’t be of much help, just watch.” Mu Feinan decisively pulled Mo Xibei back.

"How could you do this?" Mo Xibei was puzzled. They had planned to lure Murong Songtao out, and Chu Junfeng had guessed the plan and asked to join in to help. But now, how could they let someone who was supposed to help face such a dangerous blood man alone?

“You don’t understand Chu Junfeng. He doesn’t need your help at all.” Mu Feinan shook his head, his eyes also fixed on the battle ahead, but he tightened his grip on Mo Xibei’s hand, refusing to let go.

"You think you understand him?" Mo Xibei saw a bloodied figure slash Chu Junfeng's arm with a knife, blood flying out like a hidden weapon. He was so anxious that he wanted to throw a hidden weapon to help, but his left hand was firmly held by Mu Feinan. "Let go, or I'll get angry."

“He can handle it, and he has to handle it.” Mu Feinan simply pulled Mo Xibei into his arms with both hands. “Xibei, silly girl, have you forgotten what Chu Junfeng wants? He can only get what he wants by defeating Murong Songtao with his own hands today. You like him and care about him, so you shouldn’t stand in his way.”

"You," Mo Xibei stopped struggling and turned back to look at Mu Feinan in surprise. Mu Feinan's face was hidden in the mask and could not be seen. She could only see the mockery that flashed in Mu Feinan's eyes. It was not mockery of her, but rather a strong sense of self-mockery.

"What, have you never seen a fool like me before?" The chaos in the hall seemed like a distant memory. Mu Feinan gently stroked Mo Xibei's cheek. "Xibei, you couldn't see your own expression just now. If you had looked at me like that, I would have been willing to die."

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter Eight: Ruthless (Part Two)

This cold was really bad, and what the doctor said was terrifying. Thankfully, I'm mostly fine today. Before resuming updates, I revised the first two sections of this chapter. You can flip back to them before reading.

Thank you all so much for your concern! I'll continue updating daily from now on, hehe...

"What nonsense are you talking about?" For some reason, a sense of foreboding swept through Mo Xibei's heart. What Mu Feinan said was indeed true. Wasn't Chu Junfeng's dream to become the number one martial artist? So today, he defeated the Japanese spy who had been lurking in the Central Plains for many years and the former leader of the martial arts alliance. Then, his position in the Central Plains martial arts world would be difficult to shake. This was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he probably didn't want others to help him.

"Am I talking nonsense?" Mu Feinan stopped looking elsewhere and focused intently on Mo Xibei, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

Although he couldn't see the expression on his face, Mo Xibei could imagine the grievance written on that breathtakingly beautiful face. His heart softened, and he was about to say something when he was suddenly startled by a sharp whistle from Murong Songtao.

The contest between Chu Junfeng and Murong Songtao had come to a conclusion. Several bloodied figures had been struck in pressure points by his hidden weapons, rendering them immobile. Murong Songtao's blade whistled through the air, tumbling several times before finally embedding itself in the ground a dozen paces away, trembling. When Mo Xibei looked over, the two had just exchanged a palm strike, each retreating several steps. Chu Junfeng was facing her, his handsome face deathly pale, a trickle of crimson slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth. Murong Songtao was in no better shape, standing unsteadily in the hall, his shoulders trembling, panting heavily.

"You lost." After a while, Chu Junfeng said, his tone somewhat heavy.

"Not necessarily!" Murong Songtao lunged forward, and their palms clashed once more. This time, neither of them retreated an inch; their palms seemed glued together, frozen in place.

Inside the hall, all was utterly silent. No one noticed what Murong Lianyun had been doing, nor did anyone notice when she had entered the hall and, step by step, stood behind Murong Songtao.

Wearing a bright red wedding gown, with a phoenix woven in gold thread on the lapel as if about to take flight, Murong Lianyun chuckled lightly. She drew a sharp dagger from the sleeve of her gown and, without hesitation, plunged it into Murong Songtao's back.

Murong Songtao's internal energy was nearly exhausted. He never imagined that in this hall, someone would disregard Chu Junfeng's life and death, and attack him at such a crucial moment in the contest of internal energy. His internal energy suddenly vanished. Chu Junfeng was caught off guard, his true energy backfired, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggering backward. Murong Songtao slowly turned around, saw Murong Lianyun's pale face and dazed eyes, and was speechless with astonishment for a moment. After a long while, he laughed loudly, and when the laughter stopped, he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"I killed him, I'm free, haha, I killed him, I killed him, I killed my father, haha!" Murong Lianyun raised his blood-stained right hand to his eyes, looked at it again and again, and finally went mad, crying and laughing. His body swayed and almost fell over, but he finally stood up and ran out without looking back.

"Lianyun!" Mo Xibei was also shocked by the sudden turn of events and didn't know how to react. Just as he was about to take a step to chase after him, he saw a blood-covered man break through his acupoints and rush towards Chu Junfeng.

The blood-covered man was too close to Chu Junfeng, and Mo Xibei almost dared not look at him. However, even faster, Mu Feinan flew out and struck the blood-covered man with a palm strike, which then landed on Mu Feinan.