Chapter 207 [Alien-Zhao Xin] Killing Intent
"Don't be afraid, Wen Nu. With this king here, no ghost dares to enter your dream."
"Let go, let me go."
Mu Chi pushed Murong Lian hard, but he pressed Mu Chi into his arms.
"Wen Nu, you're not being obedient," he said with a smile, but his words were like ice, piercing Mu Chi's bones. "Or do you want me to teach you a lesson in front of a bunch of corpses?"
This method of teaching was very useful to Mu Chi. He loosened his grip, put his ear to Murong Lian's chest, and heard his heartbeat.
Even a person who is so cold-blooded and treats human life as worthless, can his heart still beat?
Seeing that he no longer resisted, Murong Lian let go. He drew a one-square-meter circle in the air under Mu Chi's feet.
"Wen Nu, stay here and don't move. If I find Zhao Xin, I will definitely come to find you."
But when he turned around, Mu Chi pulled out his hairpin and stabbed it into his back.
He had never been wary of Mu Chi. He was not afraid that Mu Chi could hurt him, nor was he afraid of death. It was just that the person he wanted to treat well betrayed him like this, which really saddened him.
Wen Hanshuang wants him dead, and Gao Wujiu also wants to rebel against him.
Gao Wujiu wanted to go beyond the Murong family and rebel against him because his family no longer wanted to be oppressed by the Murong family. He could understand that they colluded with the Wangyou Sect to assassinate him, but he would not tolerate betrayal. Anyone who betrayed him would pay the corresponding price.
Gao Wujiu is like this, so what about Wen Hanshuang? Why?
He turned suddenly and stared at the face he liked, full of fear.
Maybe it's because of fear. Maybe I can make him more afraid, so that he won't dare to disobey me.
He just raised his hand when the person in front of him suddenly walked away from him. He reached out to grab him but found nothing.
After Mu Chi broke away from Murong Lian, he embraced a place that made him feel safe and familiar. He turned around and saw a face that he was very familiar with.
The son of the Minister of Rites, Cheng Yuanzhou.
He didn't have time to think, as the Star-Devouring Demon Ba pounced on them under Murong Lian's instructions.
"Murong Lian, why don't you surrender now!" Cheng Yuanzhou tightly protected the person in his arms, and the disciples behind him worked together to fight against Moba.
Murong Lian suddenly didn't know how these mortal cultivators suddenly became so powerful. In just a few years, they were able to unite and form an array to suppress him, and even captured the Star-Devouring Demon.
"Give him back!" he shouted angrily, staring at Cheng Yuanzhou's hand that was hugging Mu Chi.
Cheng Yuanzhou glanced at the person in his arms, and said provocatively with a smile: "Return? Han Shuang is not an object, how can I return him? Besides, he is my Cheng Yuanzhou's person. If he had not been taken away by you when I was looking for news about Han Shuang, would he have become like this!"
Cheng Yuanzhou, the second son of the Shangshu Mansion, did not compete with his elder brother for an official career. He only wanted to seek the advice of the immortals and Buddhas, to attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven. He became a disciple of the Wangyou Sect, and after several years of practice he became the sect master's disciple.
He had heard that Murong Lian was paraded through the streets to swear an oath in front of the furnace, which was quite a sight.
Murong Lian couldn't get out, so he said, "Wen Nu, come here yourself!"
Mu Chi pushed Cheng Yuanzhou away, but did not walk towards Murong Lian. Instead, he hid behind Cheng Yuanzhou.
"Good, very good!"
Murong Lian casually threw the hairpin to the ground, making a crisp sound.
The next moment, the earth shook and the originally clear sky darkened. The demonic energy that he had been suppressing poured out at this moment.
Seeing this, Mu Chi took the initiative to hold Cheng Yuanzhou's hand, interlocking their fingers. He said, "Lend me your spiritual power."
Cheng Yuanzhou was startled for a moment, then immediately clenched his hand, and the spiritual power in his palm flowed into the Mu Chi meridians like a trickle of water.
"Frost, you—"
After not seeing each other for so many years, he no longer recognized Wen Hanshuang in front of him.
"Don't ask." Mu Chi raised his eyes, his eyes reflecting the demonic clouds surging in the sky. His voice was low and steady, "Form a defensive formation."
His words are inexplicably obeyed.
The formation has been completed——
"It's just a defensive formation," Murong Lian said as he broke through the formation beneath his feet. He thrust his palm towards everyone, but he held back a bit. "Can you really block my attack?"
A mere defensive formation, a defensive formation from two thousand years ago, naturally could not withstand the attack of His Highness the Noble, but Mu Chi was thinking of the killing formula, and for the first time he had the intention to kill his disciple.
The defensive array shattered inch by inch, and Mu Chi's blood surged in his chest, yet he held on without retreating a single step. He raised his hand, his fingertips stained with blood, and drew a very thin silver talisman in the air.
The moment the talisman was completed, Murong Lian's palm wind arrived. The silver talisman suddenly shone, transforming into a thin light curtain as thin as a cicada's wing, splitting the palm wind in half. The remaining force brushed past Mu Chi's ear, cutting off a few strands of hair.
The two palms clashed, but Murong Lian was knocked out, while Mu Chi landed on the ground unharmed.
No one dared to believe it, not even Murong Lian. He knew Wen Hanshuang best, his Wen Nu, and how weak she was. How could she compare to his cultivation, which had absorbed all of his father's?
The dust had not yet settled, and the wind was howling. Murong Lian was thrown back three feet, a scorch mark on the hem of his black clothes, but he didn't care, he just stared at Mu Chi.
The man who was humiliated by him and who he always called "Wen Nu" had his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the silver talisman on his fingertips had not yet dissipated, like a thin blade, hanging between the two of them.
"...How could you..." Murong Lian's voice was hoarse, and bloodshot eyes.
"There's still a lot you don't know, Murong Lian," Mu Chi suddenly called out to him seriously, "Get lost."
If he didn't still have a trace of affection for Hua Jin in his heart, if he didn't suddenly remember the goddess' instructions just now, if he wasn't Xiao Jin, then he would have stayed in this place forever.
This was the first time Murong Lian was so embarrassed. He stared at Mu Chi deeply and finally disappeared in front of everyone.
Mu Chi didn't want to see Murong Lian now. He would wait until he found the mirror and had a way to leave here. He would think about how to face her and how to teach her, and then he would go find her.
The wind suddenly died down, and the setting sun was blood-red. Cheng Yuanzhou was the first to come to his senses. His palm still held the icy warmth of Mu Chi, but he dared not hold it again. The silver talisman he had just struck had ripped away all his old impressions of Wen Hanshuang.
"...Han Shuang," Cheng Yuanzhou walked forward, "You... have changed a lot."
Mu Chi stared at him with a frown. He didn't know where the sense of familiarity came from. It was not the familiarity in the original owner's memory, but he, Mu Chi, knew this person. However, he had never seen him, nor did he know him, let alone heard of this person, Cheng Yuanzhou.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Cheng Yuanzhou touched his face shyly.
Mu Chi shook his head.
"You are really amazing, but where did you learn this move?"
"Taught by a master."
He was dragged by Cheng Yuanzhou to meet the leader of the Wangyou Sect, and because of their relationship, he became a member of the Wangyou Sect. It was at this time that he learned that Dongfang Liu and Zuo Qianqian were here.
The leader of the Wangyou Sect had just established the sect and wanted to compile a collection of books and build a library for his disciples to study. Dongfang Liu had come here because he had been invited. It was said that the two were close friends regardless of age.
"Han Shuang, this is the mung bean cake you like to eat. I remember it."
"I don't like it."
Mu Chi knew from the bottom of his heart that Cheng Yuanzhou in front of him was not a bad person, but he was not a good person either. He was used to eating, drinking and having fun in the Cheng family. He never fought or competed, but only wanted to seek the way of immortality, but planned everything behind the scenes. After he knew that his good elder brother bought a beautiful little slave, he designed to let the little slave get into danger, and finally saved him from the water and fire, allowing him to get out of the predicament, get rid of his slave status, and become his study companion.
Yes, this little slave is Wen Hanshuang. Wen Hanshuang didn't know about this at first, but he heard it on the day when Cheng Yuanzhou confronted his eldest brother.
It can be said that he also played a role in the breakup between the two brothers, and he also contributed to Cheng Yuanzhou's departure from the Cheng Mansion. However, in the end, he did not end up well and was sold to a brothel by Minister Cheng.
"How could that be?" Cheng Yuanzhou smiled brightly, as if nothing had happened. "Have you forgotten? You said it was the first time you had such delicious pastries. You said you loved them very much, and you loved me too."
Mu Chi opened his mouth. From the time they met until now, his heart towards Cheng Yuanzhou was indeed different, different from that towards others, and even more different from that towards Hua Jin.
"Did Murong Lian bully you too much? Did she make you lose your memory?" Cheng Yuanzhou looked him up and down, as if he wanted to see him inside and out, but suddenly he saw a very glaring bite mark. The wound had scabbed over, but there was still bruises. "You——"
Mu Chi also noticed it and quickly covered it up.
"It's okay, I don't mind, I don't mind at all." Cheng Yuanzhou took Mu Chi's hand, hugged him in his arms, and comforted him softly, "You are still my best Frost."
He pushed him away, and both of them felt that the other had changed.
In the past two days, Cheng Yuanzhou wished he could follow Mu Chi day and night and stick to him. Mu Chi also wanted to be with him, but he had more important things to do.
According to what Zuo Qianqian said before her death, the sketch of the Heart-Illuminating Array was drawn by Dongfang Liu, and the owner of the Heart-Illuminating Mirror has always been Dongfang Liu.
However, he had observed the two of them for a long time over the past two days, but he didn't see any lingering obsessions on Dongfang Liu's part.
Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder, startling him.
"Hey, you've been following us for two days. What on earth are you doing?"
While he was stunned, Zuo Qianqian was already behind him. He looked in the original direction and saw Dongfang Liu sitting there alone.
"Why, you don't think I don't remember you, do you?"
Mu Chi grabbed Zuo Qianqian's wrist and used the spiritual power he had absorbed in the past two days to check whether there was any residual aura of Zhao Xinjing in the other party's body.
Obviously, no.
Just as he was about to let go, Zuo Qianqian also grabbed his hand, but for some reason, he was suddenly bounced away and flew out.
Mu Chi went forward to check, and Cheng Yuanzhou suddenly appeared and grabbed his hand.
"How are you? Are you hurt?"
Mu Chi shook his head and wanted to move forward, but his hands were held tightly.
"Stay away from monsters from now on, or you might get hurt without even realizing it."
At this moment, Dongfang Liu gradually opened his eyes, and what he saw was his beloved disciple lying on the ground, spitting blood. He immediately dodged to Zuo Qianqian's side.
"You're looking for death!"
Dongfang Liu's robe sleeves trembled, and a strong wind blew from the ground. The aroma of medicine and the smell of blood mixed together. Zuo Qianqian was half supported and half held in his arms, and blood still flowed from the corner of her lips.
Mu Chi felt as if his wrist bones were about to break - Cheng Yuanzhou's five fingers locked him like an iron hoop, not allowing him to take another step forward.
"Stand back." Cheng Yuanzhou spoke to him in a commanding tone for the first time, his voice very low. "He has murderous intentions."
Mu Chi saw Dongfang Liu and pointed, and a scarlet pill popped into Zuo Qianqian's mouth.
He struggled and wanted to call him "Master", but when he saw Dongfang Liu's cold expression, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces, he didn't say anything in the end.
The sect's warning bell rang suddenly, each one more than the last, like a sharp blade scraping across everyone's eardrums. The sky turned from dark red to inky black, and thunderclouds rolled overhead, almost touching the mountaintop.
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