Mu Cheng shivered, feeling as if the sky had crumbled and the earth had split. The woman he had once loved turned out to be such a disgusting and vile person!
Fourth Miss Zhao was in no mood to care about what Mu Cheng thought, and she simply thrust her sword at him. Aiming for a vital spot, she clearly intended to kill Mu Cheng with a single strike.
Facing the man who had sworn eternal love to her just moments ago, she displayed not the slightest bit of nostalgia or pity.
"Clang!" A light sound rang out as Fourth Miss Zhao’s sword was sent flying.
Mu Hanyan, wielding the Cold Sky Sword, stood tall and intercepted the blade, positioning herself in front of Mu Cheng.
She had not intended to act so soon, but seeing that Fourth Miss Zhao was so heartless—refusing to save Mu Cheng and even intending to kill him herself—she had no choice but to intervene.
"You... you’re unharmed, impossible, this can’t be!" Fourth Miss Zhao was sent staggering five or six steps back by the sword strike before she steadied herself with Yue Zhenglin’s help, staring at Mu Hanyan in sheer astonishment. Read complete version only at NoveI(F)ire.net
The Bone Marrow Transformation Pill was a poisonous cure prized by the Zhao Family for a thousand years, said to be incurable. So why was Mu Hanyan unaffected?
"I’m sorry, but it seems my luck is still as good as before," Mu Hanyan said with a smile, extending her hand to gently press on Mu Cheng’s shoulder, infusing his meridians with Heavenly Heart Energy.
For the time being, she couldn’t help him fully neutralize the poison; she could only temporarily seal the major points to prevent the poison from penetrating too deeply and harming his foundation.
"This can’t be possible?" Fourth Miss Zhao was still unable to recover from her shock, looking at Mu Hanyan with eyes filled with fear.
Over the past half-year, she had suffered too many losses at the hands of Mu Hanyan. Although she wouldn’t admit it, a shadow of fear had taken root within her. It was the very reason why she would stop at nothing to eliminate Mu Hanyan—because for a cultivator, harboring fear could eventually become a mental demon, severely affecting future cultivation.
"Don’t worry, she’s only a Ninth Rank Swordsman. Can’t we take her down if we join forces?" Yue Zhenglin comforted Fourth Miss Zhao, steadying her shoulder.
Fourth Miss Zhao’s eyes brightened, and she regained her composure.
"Mu Hanyan, I admit you’re lucky indeed. Although I don’t know why not even my Zhao family’s ancestral Poison Pill could harm you, in the end, you’re simply a Ninth Rank Swordsman. You won’t escape death today," Fourth Miss Zhao said confidently, steadying her mental state.
The reality that Mu Hanyan, a Ninth Rank Swordsman, had exceeded her expectations was puzzling to her. She couldn’t understand how someone deemed a natural waste, who nearly died from her minor schemes just half a year ago, had advanced so swiftly to the rank of a Ninth Rank Swordsman.
But the more this was the case, the less she could afford to let Mu Hanyan go. Otherwise, not to mention reviving her family, the Zhao Family would never see the light of day in Heishi City again.
Fortunately, Yue Zhenglin was also a Ninth Rank Swordsman, and the others with him were Eighth Rank experts. Plus, the person who Zhao Sinin had brought for help was a formidable existence she could only look up to. Killing Mu Hanyan was still no problem.
"Do you really think that with them, you can kill me?" Mu Hanyan declared confidently.
Though they were all Ninth Rank Swordsmen, their actual combat power was completely different. Mu Hanyan was absolutely confident in her own abilities, and if it weren’t for her concern for Mu Cheng and Wu Qi’s safety, she would have acted much sooner.
Just a little longer, just a bit more strength to recover. Mu Hanyan kept stalling Fourth Miss Zhao with words while desperately running her cultivation technique to refine the poison and regain her strength.