"Mu Hanyan, our feud has finally come to an end," Fourth Miss Zhao said with a venomous look.
"You want to kill me?" Mu Hanyan narrowed her eyes slightly, biding her time. Meanwhile, her cultivation technique circulated within her body, constantly refining the poison of the Bone Marrow Transformation Pill into Qi.
Fifth Rank Swordsman, Sixth Rank, Seventh Rank... As she felt her Qi increasing, Mu Hanyan became more aware of how potent the poison was. However, there was still a gap from her peak state, so Mu Hanyan didn’t hastily make a move.
She could see that Yue Zhenglin was a Ninth Rank Swordsman, and the other three were likely allies he had invited, each possessing the strength of an Eighth Rank Swordsman. Most importantly, the person half-hidden in the shadows, whose face she couldn’t see, who kept his aura concealed, gave her a profound and unfathomable impression, likely a Great Swordsman level expert. Without absolute certainty, she dared not act rashly.
"What, you actually want to kill Brother Han Yan?" Mu Cheng looked at Fourth Miss Zhao in surprise. He had thought that Fourth Miss Zhao merely wanted to humiliate Mu Hanyan to regain her lost dignity, never expecting that she had a killing intent.
"The hatred between him and me can only be resolved by death," Fourth Miss Zhao said through clenched teeth.
Mu Cheng stood thunderstruck, staring at Fourth Miss Zhao. This was not the Fourth Miss Zhao he knew; she was so cold and so merciless.
"The one you want to kill is me, give him the antidote, and let him go," Mu Hanyan said when she lacked the confidence to protect both Mu Cheng and herself.
"Such a superior poison, how could there possibly be an antidote?" Fourth Miss Zhao said indifferently.
"You, you even want to kill me?" Mu Cheng’s face was filled with sadness, his heart ashen.
"For an idiot like you, living is pointless," Fourth Miss Zhao said scornfully. "You didn’t even think, what are you worth for me to fancy you? You’re a fool for being deceived. It would be better for you to die earlier."
"Heh, yes, what’s the point of an idiot like me living?" Mu Cheng laughed loudly, but as he laughed, his vision blurred with tears.
"Brother Han Yan, you guys go," Mu Cheng suddenly wiped away his tears, drew his longsword, and shouted as he rushed toward Fourth Miss Zhao and the others.
His last look towards Mu Hanyan was filled with shame, guilt, and regret. Why hadn’t he believed Mu Hanyan, why hadn’t he heeded grandpa’s precious advice? This time, not only had he harmed himself, but he had also endangered Mu Hanyan.
Only death could bring him relief.
This sword thrust was unstoppable, carrying with it endless despair and a wish for death.
However, after just a few steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground. Unbeknownst to him, the Qi within his body was rapidly dissolving under the erosion of the Bone Marrow Transformation Pill. This was precisely the fearsome aspect of the pill, colorless and tasteless, harming others imperceptibly. This update is available on n0velfire.net
"Waste is just waste," Fourth Miss Zhao said disdainfully as she looked at Mu Cheng.
"Miss Zhao, it must have been hard on you to fake pleasantries with such waste before; my sympathies," Yue Zhenglin spoke up at this moment, his tone full of pity. He didn’t seem to mind at all that Fourth Miss Zhao turned her back on an old lover so heartlessly, making it evident how skillfully Fourth Miss Zhao had played these men obsessed with carnal desires.
"This kind of waste, had I not needed him before, I would have felt disgusted just to glance at him. How could he compare to you, Brother Yue? He’s not even worthy of carrying your shoes!" Fourth Miss Zhao looked at Yue Zhenglin with affection in her eyes this time, belittling Mu Cheng to the dirt while elevating Yue Zhenglin.