She was intimidated by my cold glare and still didn't understand what was going on, but her expression clearly relaxed.
"Such people live only for themselves. They can inherit the ruthlessness of the judge. They will either have a clear mind and live a lonely life, or their obsession will become a demon that the heavens cannot stop. Whether they become a Buddha or a demon is all in their mind."
"Are you saying that the Wheel King is no match for him?"
"If you hadn't been injured at the Yeting Palace last time, there shouldn't be any problem."
I originally thought that those who stayed up there were holding back their strength, but it turns out they were all injured.
Having no other choice, I gritted my teeth and said, "Feng Moru, give me back my son, and I'll go with you!"
Feng Moru pushed aside King Zhuanlun with a single stroke, his gaze turning icy cold.
Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine; I had absolutely no confidence.
Feng Moru has always been aloof, and it's common for him to look at people without any emotional fluctuation. I'm not a very sensitive person, and I initially got used to his cold demeanor when I first met him. Gradually, he stopped looking at me with that icy gaze. Tonight is the first time in all these years that he's used that look again.
Chapter 142
While I was still glaring at Feng Moru, a faint, cool fragrance suddenly wafted to my nose, and purple robes fluttered before my eyes like clouds and sunset.
The man's speed was incredibly fast; no one could react in time. As the moonlight was about to set, the long sword parted a curtain of water, the fluorescent light faded, and dark clouds covered the sky, followed by a chilling atmosphere and a sweeping darkness.
I heard soft breathing beside me, and a faint, familiar fragrance. I was about to reach out when the mist cleared, revealing a bright moonlight that made the face of the person beside me appear as white as jade.
A golden-red figure, resembling thunder and fire, charged forward with a sword. Suddenly, a blazing flame shot out from the other side, its crimson color entangling the thunder and fire. In an instant, the auspicious red swirled like glass, resembling a celestial painting.
"Qiong Ying".
Nangong Ling summoned someone and tossed Xiao Yuan'er to her.
"Cang Zhe, go help Zhuan Lun." He narrowed his eyes. "Don't kill Feng Moru."
Cang Xiaozhe was waiting for these words; if it weren't for the several Yama Kings stopping him, he would have rushed forward long ago.
"cloud……"
"Jinse, has Zhao Hequan not arrived yet?"
"They should have arrived at Yanwu Fort by now. Yan Suqing wants to incite the entire martial arts world to be at odds with the imperial city. It will take some effort to deal with the Yan family."
The man's previously expressionless face suddenly broke into a sly smile. "Where's Sikong Jian? Have I wasted the last two years supporting the Kongyue Sect?"
Not only Xiao Jinse and Qiong Ying, but even the two Yama Kings beside me unconsciously took a step back. This is a habitual way for people to avoid fear.
He was ignoring me just now, and deliberately ignoring my existence. All I did was disobey you and chase after you despite knowing the danger ahead. I was just worried about Yuan'er. How was I supposed to know that Feng Moru would run away so fast? Besides, Li Mu suddenly appeared out of nowhere. If it weren't for him, he might have stopped Feng Moru long ago.
I was annoyed and muttered a low hum, which immediately earned me a cold glare. Oh, it wasn't just that I was angry because I had caused trouble; he had also heard every word I said to Feng Moru when I was at my wit's end, and it seemed I had violated one of his biggest taboos.
Since you were able to pull your hand away and still let Yuan'er get soaked in the rain and frightened, are you really his biological father? She had just started to speak when she saw his left hand behind his back, and her heart suddenly clenched, and she couldn't say anything.
The bloodstained knife wounds were a shocking sight. He had actually escaped by testing his sword with blood; I had forgotten that he had suffered two serious shoulder injuries and his left hand was no longer able to hold a sword.
I pulled a handkerchief from my sleeve and grabbed his hand without waiting for his consent. He tried to pull away, but I grabbed him back. This happened several times until I used all my strength to hold his wrist tightly. He stopped struggling when I realized I was getting angry.
"...Why are you with Li Yu? Where is your second brother?"
"We ran into Li Mu, and my second brother and Jun Guan stopped me and Li Yu from coming over first."
After I finished speaking, Nangong Ling's face turned even paler. "So he was hiding in Yanwu Fortress. No wonder we couldn't find him. Was he all alone?"
"No, there are five hundred men."
"Impossible... You saw it with your own eyes?"
I nodded. "So when we came, Cheng Lu left five other people behind. I don't know how much they'll be of any use."
"Cheng Lu's men? Even if Li Mu had another five hundred men, it wouldn't make a difference."
The Juyi Manor is now essentially divided in two. Xiangrui's group is now under Nangong Ling's command, while Cheng Lu's group is under my control.
"Jinse, take Ayu to find Yan Suqing. If he still insists on obstructing us, we must see his body, even if he's dead!"
His dark eyes glowed slightly red under the moonlight, and my hand trembled so much that I almost pressed on his wound.
Seeing Xiao Jinse disappear into the shadows, it seemed as if the Black and White Impermanence, who were tasked with taking souls, were also taken away by the dark clouds.
After bandaging him up, he withdrew his hand, his thin lips revealing a hint of hidden murderous intent, a touch of stunning beauty, but more so a breathtakingly icy aura.
"Where are Aqing and Ayue?" I glanced at Yuan'er, who was still crying and fussing; Qiongying couldn't soothe him. "And what about Granny?"
He remained silent for a moment, then glanced at Feng Moru, whose momentum had weakened under the attack from both sides, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"At Yanwu Fort, He Xiuqi is there, and Shao You and a few others are guarding it."
He Xiuqi's appearance could not be anything good. "Injured?"
"You know I was raised by Granny Zhao... If anything were to happen to me..."
He could have killed Feng Moru with that sword strike just now, but he didn't. Was he worried about me?
"So I will only give him one chance, as a way of repaying the favor he did for saving me back then."
He reached out his uninjured hand and gently tapped my forehead with his index finger; the fingertip was icy cold.
"Another wasted effort. I shouldn't have let Li Yu handle this. I trusted his footwork too much." He sighed softly. "And you still dragged your second brother into this."
I can't do anything about this person if he gets hurt in front of me. "Oh well, as long as he's alright."
"Madam, be careful!"
Before I could even see where the danger was, my waist tightened, and the world spun before my eyes. Something seemed to brush past my feet, and the sound of brocade tearing was quite jarring.
"You brat, are you out of your mind?!"
Upon hearing this, it turned out to be Yan Hailan's voice.
"If you can't even withstand these tricks, how can you call yourself the Supreme Heavenly Lord?"
A cold glint flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, and he had already plucked three white peonies from his hand. Yan Guhong dodged one, cleaved another in two with his sword, and the third barely grazed his waist, leaving a gash.
Yan Guhong paused for a moment, then stopped making any rash moves. I could see a bloody gash on the web of his right hand, which was holding the sword.
With a "snap," the green bamboo swayed, splashing up a spray of water mist.
"He's definitely someone my little apprentice trained; he's pretty tough."
The Martial Venerable stood on one side of the Green Rock Platform, clapped his hands, and surprisingly, his clothes were spotless.
"Disciple, how long has it been since we sparred?"
He turned and walked towards them, his silver eyebrows and beard shining white.
"...Wait a minute, this isn't over yet."
Qionghua spat out a mouthful of blood, but Furong's smile remained unchanged. She waved an iron fan and turned back onto the green bamboo. This time, she was going to get serious.
The ease on Wu Zun's face vanished instantly. He retreated three zhang away in the blink of an eye, and Qionghua gave chase, leading to another fierce battle.
At this moment, a group of people emerged from the bamboo forest below Qingyan Terrace. Upon closer inspection, it was Rong Cheng.
The two people lying on the horse right behind them were covered in blood and their faces were as white as paper. It was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
On the other side, the horse that Rong Cheng had lassoed with a white rope belonged to Li Mu, whom he had just met.
I had completely forgotten about my elder brother. I looked up at Nangong Ling, whose brows were furrowed and whose face was more serious than ever before.
Chapter 143
In the end, Li Mu's three armies were all taken over by Xiao Lian for her own use. With the addition of his own troops and the assistance of the Yeting Mansion, relying solely on the Six Kings of Hell was useless. After all, two fists cannot fight four hands, and the enemy outnumbered us.
"Rong Cheng, bring your sister here!"
Xiao Lianjue couldn't shake off Yanmolu, yet he still managed to think of my existence. Anyone unaware of the situation would surely misunderstand, but I knew he was only after the Zisha Pill on my body. This thing was even more important than the Imperial Seal; otherwise, how could he rightfully overthrow Xiao Zongjiu?
As soon as he said that, Nangong Ling turned his head to look at me, and the cold smile on his lips was so cold it hurt my eyes.
"It seems like every time I let you go out for a trip, you bring back a lot of surprises."
“It’s not what you think…” I grabbed his collar, forcing him to lower his head, and whispered in his ear, “The Zisha Dan is on me. I’ll explain the details to you later.”
He paused, then slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes. "Xiao Lianjue told you?"
"Hmm." I turned and stared at him intently. "So you knew all along, then why did you still have that expression on your face?"
"The Zisha Dan (purple clay elixir) doesn't lose its medicinal effect just because it's not with you."
I didn't understand what he meant at first, and when I did, I was both shocked and angry.
“I gave him two hours, and he didn’t choose to take out the Purple Clay Pill first. Wouldn’t it be safer to have such an important thing in his hands a moment earlier? The reason he didn’t do so was not because he was blindly confident. Perhaps he didn’t even realize it himself. He just didn’t want to hurt you.”
"...Is that just blind confidence on your part? You always say it's for my own good, maybe that's true, but can you guarantee you don't have even the slightest bit of ulterior motive?"
He remained silent, his tightly pursed lips so pale they were devoid of any color.
"Not only my second brother, but you must save Jun Guan's life as well."
"good."
The promise was made lightly. Although I often scold him for being petty and vindictive, I know he's not really that kind of person. He's always been aloof, and when he gives someone a cold shoulder, it's usually because someone has annoyed him. More often, he's prone to self-doubt and relentlessly struggles with himself. After everything we've been through, I know it's not that he doesn't trust me. This guy can be unreasonably confident in other matters, but once I'm involved, he suddenly becomes so insecure it makes you want to punch him. Clearly, he lacks self-confidence. If someone has any thoughts about me, it might not be intentional, but given the chance, he can't help but test the waters, and this time was no exception.
"What kind of time is this for you two to still be arguing?"
But though the voice could be heard, no one could be seen. In the thick night fog, a white, eerie hand suddenly appeared from the edge of the rocky platform...