Chapter 58 Killing My Husband to Prove My Dao: Brother, Don't Die!
Clang.
The heavy palace gates slammed shut, the lights inside the magnificent hall went out abruptly, and the surroundings were plunged into deep darkness.
Hearing the voice, he had already shifted his attention from Si Ming. He stepped forward and reached out to grab He Mu's hand, hesitatingly asking, "Brother?"
He Mu grunted in response, then held the sword horizontally, igniting a small flame that illuminated a small corner of the field of vision.
Hearing the voice hesitate for a moment, then asked softly, "Is everything she said true?"
He Mu entered the world much earlier than him, and He Mu's state of mind could not be measured by the sounds of people.
If he truly helped Si Ming and the Heavenly Court commit many wrongdoings, then the price he paid on the path of ruthlessness... was far greater than Wen Rensheng imagined.
Was abandoning the ruthless path really the right decision for He Mu?
Could it be that He Mu acted impulsively simply because of his confession...?
After a long pause, He Mu sighed softly and said, "Yes, it's all true."
Hearing someone's voice, my heart sank.
He gripped He Mu's hand even tighter, his tone somewhat helpless: "Then now—"
“Three hundred years ago,” He Mu said, feigning a thoughtful expression and calculating with his fingers, “I was only twenty-five or twenty-six back then, so it’s normal that I was easily deceived, isn’t it?”
Hearing the voice, she pursed her lips, not understanding what he meant.
He Mu Hui grasped Wen Rensheng's hand and smiled, "Don't worry, giving up the Path of Ruthlessness was my own choice, not your fault."
At this point, his gaze fell back on Si Ming, carrying a hint of mocking provocation.
"—It would be more accurate to say that choosing the Path of Ruthlessness to ascend was a momentary impulse, a decision made out of utter delusion."
Upon hearing that he was being insulted, Si Ming secretly tightened his grip on his folding fan, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.
But the color quickly disappeared, and she put on a fake smile again, saying slowly:
"When I helped you ascend to immortality, you didn't say this at all."
"Back then, you carved your name on the Monument of Ruthlessness, saying that you did not want to be bound by worldly constraints and that you would never have a lover in your life. The heart of ruthlessness is the most suitable for you."
“Oh,” He Mu shrugged, “Then I’ve changed my mind. I now think that people who cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness are either like you, unloved, or like you, arrogant madmen.”
Si Ming scoffed inwardly and opened his fan to conceal his expression.
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
She slowly fanned herself with her fan, her gaze gradually falling on Wenrensheng.
"Little monster, don't you think so?"
Hearing the voice and feeling his gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine, his pupils contracted, and he immediately assumed a sword stance with the Heavenly Heart in his hand.
"Don't be nervous," Si Ming said, squinting and waving his hand at him. "You have a Heavenly Spiritual Root. Has your Dao Heart awakened?"
The Dao Heart?
Hearing the voice, Wen and Mu exchanged a glance.
"I……"
Si Ming interrupted with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you've awakened. The Heavenly Dao is now under my control. What kind of Dao heart you had when you ascended is something I can naturally change."
She paused, opened her palm, and a red lotus flower spun out from her hand.
"I just wanted to ask you, are you interested in switching to the Path of Ruthlessness?"
A gust of wind blew by, and the red lotus shattered like paper, its petals brushing directly against the cheek of the person who was speaking.
Hearing voices and smelling a strange fragrance, he couldn't help but frown: "The Path of Heartlessness?"
"You like Murong He, don't you?" Si Ming suddenly asked.
Upon hearing this, Wenrensheng blushed instantly and couldn't help but take half a step back, bumping into He Mu's shoulder.
He Mushun supported his back and whispered, "She loves to talk nonsense, don't believe her."
Seeing this, Si Ming teased, "Your face is so red, did I guess right?"
"So what if I am?" Wen Rensheng immediately retorted, "Since you know I have someone I love, don't even think about me going to you to cultivate some ruthless path!"
Si Ming smiled and said, "I couldn't be happier if you had someone you loved."
"The more you love him, the more stable your Dao heart will be after you kill him, and the stronger your desire to ascend will be. Your divine status will be stronger than any of the celestial beings in the Heavenly Court."
"Such a great opportunity, aren't you tempted?"
"…………"
Wen Rensheng couldn't figure this person out at all. She had been hunting down the Heavenly Spirit Root for so many years, and today she suddenly said she wanted to shake hands and make peace, and even turned her attention to He Mu, saying that she wanted to kill her husband to prove her Dao?
What exactly does she want to do?
Hearing the voices, he became somewhat nervous and couldn't quite grasp the connection between them. His palms were sweaty, and he could barely hold his sword.
Si Ming clearly had little patience to wait for him. She clicked her tongue inwardly and sat back down on her throne in the Hua Palace in annoyance.
“If you’re unwilling, then I’ll have to force you to make a choice. Listen to the voices of others,” she said. “You saw the rain of arrows outside Cangzhou City. As soon as Wenquxing dies and the barrier disappears, the people I’ve brought will be able to break in very quickly.”
"If you kill Murong He now, I will spare your life and your master's life, and I will not attack Cangzhou City again for five years."
Otherwise—
The folding fan in Si Ming's hand suddenly snapped shut.
"Now, let's take one last look at the moonlight over Cangzhou."
Hearing the voice, he paused, his pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze passed over the dark palace, landing directly on the seated Siming.
What exactly is her purpose?
What was it all for...?
In that instant, a thought suddenly flashed through Wen Rensheng's mind.
With the next breath, a red thread appeared out of thin air in Siming's hand, whistling twice as it passed in front of everyone and wrapped directly around Yijinxiang's body.
Upon hearing the voice, his brows furrowed, and he shouted, "Don't touch my master!"
“What are you calling me?” Si Ming sneered. “I cherish your master’s life even more than you do.”
“Bring your mountain god brother to the city. I’d like to invite more people to watch this show.”
Having said that, Si Ming raised his hand, and the gate of Hua Palace was smashed open by an invisible force.
With a loud bang, she grabbed Yi Jinxiang, who was bound hand and foot, and immediately leaped away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Tsk."
He and Mu Yi threw a slapstick punch, forming hand seals to expand it, while saying...
"I'll take you there on my sword."
"Si Ming wants my life, probably because he's afraid I'll ascend a second time and wants to eliminate any future trouble. But my current cultivation level is still high enough to fight him. You just need to take care of Yi Jin Xiang..."
"elder brother."
Halfway through the seal, He Mu's sleeve was grabbed by Wen Rensheng.
He paused, then turned to look at Wen Rensheng.
“I have an idea,” Wenrensheng said seriously, looking at him intently. “I’d like to discuss it with you.”
*
Yi Jinxiang was not skilled in martial arts, and she was already severely injured when her divine weapon was taken away. In addition, the power of Siming's red rope binding magic was strong, so she had little strength left to struggle when she was brought to Cangzhou City.
Si Ming clapped his hands and casually tossed down a fragrant incense stick. Immediately, two black-robed men wearing ghost masks landed beside him.
“Lord of Fate,” one of them stepped forward and said, “the gunpowder has already been laid out in the city. Just tell me where to ignite it, and my men will act immediately.”
Si Ming smiled with satisfaction: "You're quite quick. Let's wait a little longer."
Now, she has more important things to do.
Thinking this, she suddenly stepped on Yi Jinxiang on the ground, crushing her to the ground, and said in a vicious voice, "So many years have passed, and you are still so weak!"
"Ugh...!"
Yi Jinxiang groaned and glared fiercely at Siming.
Her teeth were bound with red rope, and her tongue was pressed down tightly, so she could only utter a few indistinct syllables, but Si Ming could tell that she was being cursed.
"What's the use of beating me so many times?" Siming used his boot to lift Yijinxiang's chin, looking at her with a smile. "Your people and compatriots, I can kill them whenever I want, can't I?"
When you laughed at me and looked down on me, did you ever think about today?
"Wenquxing, you're the real waste!"
After uttering those words, she angrily withdrew her leg and stepped back onto Yi Jinxiang's back.
Si Ming let out a long breath, then looked around at the scattered crowd with great pity.
She deliberately chose the most bustling area of the city, determined to show the people there their city lord's wretched state.
She clapped her hands, put her hand on her waist, and said with a sigh, "Such a big city, so many ignorant people, and you actually want to hide them all? Aren't you being a bit too greedy?"
"God of Literature, I see you—"
"Get out of my way!"
Before Si Ming could finish speaking, a clear shout fell from mid-air, interrupting her provocation.
Suddenly, a sword radiating coldness stabbed towards her face!
Hearing the voice, she leaped down from the Se Sha Mountain and, taking advantage of the moment when Si Ming dodged Tian Xin, kicked her away by stepping on Si Ming's face.
He landed on the ground and quickly helped Yi Jinxiang up, asking anxiously, "Master, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Yi Jinxiang had suffered some minor injuries and looked somewhat disheveled, but she still managed to maintain a dignified demeanor and gave a soft "hmm".
"You don't need to come, Master can do it himself."
"You're pretty stubborn, aren't you?"
He Mu frowned, half-squatted down to check her pulse, and then gently patted Wen Rensheng's back.
"It's nothing serious, don't worry."
He nodded upon hearing the voice, and after settling Yi Jinxiang, he immediately formed a sword incantation with his hand.
He looked at He Mu and instructed, "Brother, remember what I just said?"
"Don't worry, I have a good memory," He Mu ruffled his hair. "Let's go, let's catch up."
Wen Rensheng hadn't smiled since the beginning and had no interest in fixing her disheveled hair. She simply lowered her head and manipulated Tianxin to land at her feet.
"I hope so..."
"Um?"
"……nothing."
*
A cool moon hangs high in the sky, and a light drizzle falls.
Many monsters in Cangzhou City had already noticed the commotion. With more and more eyes watching from all sides, their senses tightened considerably at the sound of human voices.
He slowed his breathing and began to gather his spiritual power. The rain around him gradually condensed into frost, which hit his clothes one after another, leaving a few wet marks.
"You dare kick me in the face?" Si Ming rolled over twice, wiped the floor, stood up, and wiped his lips. "You little beast, get down here!"
Hearing the voices, he jumped down from the eaves and stood directly in front of the God of Fate.
He Mu followed closely behind him, turning his sword and pointing it at Siming along with Wen Rensheng.
A cold voice said, "Don't even think about running away."
"Who's running away?"
Si Ming chuckled, snapped his fingers, and a fiery meteor suddenly appeared in his hand.
She pulled on the fuse and said, "The hole in your barrier is too small. I could only bring in two people. It took a lot of effort to bury these gunpowder."
"I can take your master's life at any time. Neither of you has a divine status, so even if you attack together, you probably can't defeat me. Why don't you reconsider?"
Hearing the voice, his eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "Consider it. Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, and then serve you with your life?"
“That’s right,” Si Ming said, twirling the flag flame in his hand. “Back then, your mountain god brother worked for me just like this. Look how strong he became later. Who do you think he was raised with some rare and precious herbs?”
She paused, then smiled in a sickeningly sweet way: "You promised me today that all those things would be yours from now on."
"Oh, you can have your brother too. From now on, I'll sew the same human skin onto everyone around you. If you want nightly pleasures, just find—"
"I see."
She heard someone calmly interrupt her.
Having said that, the sword tassel swayed slightly, and upon hearing a voice, he flipped his wrist to draw the sword, pointing it directly at He Mu's chest.
A cold glint flashed across the butterfly pattern on the sword.
"You don't need to tell me. My Heavenly Spiritual Root already told me that the Dao Heart most suitable for me is ruthlessness."
Hearing someone's voice, he took a deep breath and continued.
"So, all we have to do is kill him, right?"
“…Ah,” Si Ming blinked, his expression slowly turning into a surprised smile, “Really?”
On the other hand, He Mu was not so happy.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and he stiffly lowered his head, looking up at his chest.
The tip of Tianxin's sword, imbued with powerful spiritual energy, pointed steadily at him, already covering his clothes with a thin layer of frost.
This is true killing intent.
“Brother,” Wen Rensheng looked up at him, his eyes clouded and unclear, “I’m sorry.”
He Mu slowly sheathed his sword, staring at Wenren Sheng in a daze.
This child is usually either laughing or crying, and rarely shows a cold face to people, so this is truly a rare sight.
So this is what it looks like when you're serious.
They're also very cute.
After his Dao Heart was shattered, He Mu had considered this question: what if, after they met again, someone heard a voice wanting to kill him?
But almost the instant he thought of the question, Mu had the answer in his heart.
He will give me whatever I want.
A moment later, He Mu threw away the lecherous weapon in his hand and mouthed something to Wen Rensheng:
Let's get started.
"..."
With that sound, Wen Rensheng closed his eyes, and without hesitation, he thrust the Heavenly Heart in his hand straight into He Mu's heart.
Pfft.
Warm blood splattered all over Wen Rensheng's face, flowing down the contours of his cheeks and hitting the ground with a thud.
He Mu gripped the sword tightly and clenched his teeth slightly.
"Well……"
“I’m sorry, brother,” Wenrensheng glanced at him sideways and said calmly, “My ascension requires you to pave the way.”
Having said that, he no longer spared He Mu any further glances and mercilessly pulled the sword from his heart.
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Author's Note: Actually, that's not the case.
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