Chapter 78: Still not getting up?

"What are you pretending for?"

Han Zhi kicked Leng Xiangyu and said, "Why didn't you act like this today when you burned your own arm to frame me?"

He condensed flames from his fingers and said, "I don't like being misunderstood. Now that you've said that, I feel bad if I don't do it."

He raised his hand, and the flames got closer and closer to Leng Xiangyu's arm, and the burning sensation hit his skin first.

Leng Xiangyu was completely panicked. He suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to avoid it, but Han Zhi used his spiritual power to fix him in place. He could only watch the fire approach.

"Don't! I was wrong! Han Zhi, I was wrong!" He finally broke down, his voice filled with tears, "I shouldn't have framed you, I shouldn't have betrayed you... Please don't burn me!"

"It's too late."

The flames at Han Zhi's fingertips suddenly grew brighter, their scorching heat nearly singeing the strands of hair on Leng Xiang's neck. He looked at the fear in his eyes, his lips curled up in a cold, hard arc, his voice devoid of any warmth: "When you held up your burned arm and pointed at me in tears before him, why didn't you consider 'was it too late?'"

The flames landed on Leng Xiangyu's arm, and the fabric instantly ignited. The smell of burning exploded along with the stinging sensation. Leng Xiangyu suddenly arched his body like a scalded cat, and a heart-wrenching scream came out of his throat. Tears mixed with cold sweat fell to the ground: "Ah! Han Zhi! I told you everything! Don't burn it! Don't burn it!"

This fire is not ordinary fire. The Samadhi True Fire burns him personally, which is considered to be enough respect for Leng Xiangyu.

Flames shot up through the fabric, burning him to the bone. He struggled to extinguish the flames, but spiritual power held him in place, preventing him from even moving his fingertips. His previously pale face flushed crimson, veins bulged on his forehead, and his voice cracked, nearly breaking. "I'm not entirely sure. I just know the formation she obtained isn't complete! Perhaps... uh!"

The flames on his body died out, and Han Zhi withdrew his magic power. He asked, "Who gave her that formation?"

Leng Xiangyu gasped, his face completely destroyed by the flames, a hundred times more tragic than what happened to Han Zhi back then.

He whispered: "I don't know..."

He secretly glanced at Han Zhi's expression, fearing that he would be dissatisfied with his answer: "I really don't know who it is! But I seem to see him wearing a black cloak and with a hoarse voice..."

At this point, he shuddered violently: "That's really all I know! I can't tell you anything else if you ask me again! Please... stop burning up!"

His expression did not seem fake. Han Zhi nodded and signaled Han Zhao to pick him up.

"You know the consequences of deceiving me."

Han Zhi turned his head and said: "Take him back and lock him up together with Nan Chao Wenyan."

Han Zhao responded, stepped forward, and grabbed Leng Xiangyu by the scruff of the neck like a chicken, then with a burst of spiritual power, lifted him off the ground. Leng Xiangyu grimaced in pain, but dared not even groan, and could only let his body sway, his eyes fixed on Han Zhi's back, full of fear.

Han Zhi didn't look at him again. The remaining sparks on his fingertips quietly went out, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Watch out, if someone comes to rescue them, you know what to do."

Han Zhao nodded: "I understand."

"Black cloak, hoarse voice..."

Han Zhi returned to the study and lowered his head to think.

Are there still such people in this world?

While I was thinking, a black shadow suddenly passed by the window, so fast that it almost seemed like an illusion.

Han Zhi's eyes flashed, and he rushed to the window in an instant, but he only saw a very faint green color remaining in the night.

Han Zhi condensed a ray of spiritual power. The extremely light green color had not yet completely dissipated. When it came into contact with the spiritual power, it curled up like a living thing, then turned into tiny points of light and blended into the night.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a strange coldness on his fingertips, and this breath had a bit of... the greenness of grass and trees.

"Han Zhao, go take Chi Changyuan to the cell."

After he gave the order, he quickly followed the scent.

Han Zhi followed the green scent out of the study, and the night wind, wrapped in the freshness of grass and trees, blew in his face. Although the scent was faint, it was like a silk thread tied at the fingertips, flying faintly towards the place where Leng Xiangyu was imprisoned.

As he approached the dungeon entrance, he heard Han Zhao shout, "Who!"

Then there was the crisp sound of spiritual energy colliding. Han Zhi dodged inside and saw Chi Changyuan and Han Zhao standing together in the dungeon. A dark figure was wrapping a green-glowing vine around Han Zhao's sword, its other hand reaching for the cell's iron door.

"Your Majesty, why do you have to be so secretive when you come here?"

Han Zhi spoke in a cold voice, and the Samadhi True Fire ignited in his palm, and the burning sensation instantly burned the vines.

The other party paused and said in a surprised tone: "You recognized me a long time ago?"

"I have a particularly deep memory of you." Han Zhi said with a forced smile, "Why? Do you want to take Leng Xiangyu back with you? Your Majesty and him truly have a deep mother-son bond."

"you!"

Mu Qingyang took off her cloak, revealing a beautiful face. She said angrily, "Did you deliberately use Xiangyu to lure me into a trap?"

Chi Changyuan stood in front of Han Zhi: "Mother..."

"Shut up!"

Mu Qingyang's glare was like ice, and when it fell on Chi Changyuan, it was filled with a bit of complicated pain, but it was replaced by ruthlessness in an instant: "Did I save you so that you could help him deal with his own mother?!"

Chi Changyuan's hands hanging by his side tightened slightly, but his voice remained calm: "Mother, I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't want to?" Mu Qingyang sneered: "I know you blame me for not recognizing you all these years, but I don't think I've treated you badly. At least, I'm much better than Fen Jin, right?"

Chi Changyuan said: "You misunderstood, I don't blame you."

"Then stand on my side." Mu Qingyang pointed at Han Zhi: "Changyuan, you and I are mother and son. Pick up the sword and pierce his chest!"

"Impossible." Chi Changyuan said: "I have done this once, and it won't happen again."

Han Zhi stood aside and watched coldly, then said slowly: "Chang Yuan, come here."

This was the first time in such a long time that he called Chi Changyuan "Changyuan", and Chi Changyuan was a little flattered.

He turned around and slowly walked in front of Han Zhi. He was half a head taller than Han Zhi, and a chill just flashed across his eyes at this moment.

"I don't like looking up at others." Han Zhi said softly: "Kneel down."

Chi Changyuan was stunned and half-knelt down without hesitation.

"Where's the other leg?" Han Zhi asked.

Chi Changyuan slowly bent his other leg, pressing his knees completely against the cold stone surface of the dungeon.

Mu Qingyang, watching from the side, was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. He screamed shrilly, "Chang Yuan! How dare you! He is humiliating you!"

"Mother," Chi Changyuan said, "I am willing."

What is this?

Didn’t Han Zhi kneel down to him like this before?

The chill in the cracks of the rocks was bone-chilling, but it was nowhere near as intense as the scorching heat of Mu Qingyang's gaze. She looked at Chi Changyuan's utter submission, her beautiful face instantly twisted, nearly losing its composure. "Chi Changyuan! Are you crazy?! You've thrown away your dignity for this bastard!"

This kind of anti-abuse is acceptable.