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Qi Mo stood on the jade stone path, filled with murderous intent, looking ominous and terrifying. "Do you dare to stop me?"
The most important person to him was behind this door, and at this moment, he could only imagine the torment she was enduring. The thought caused his heart to ache uncontrollably. His gaze towards Hong Hairen was almost akin to looking at a corpse.
Hong Hairen stood numbly at the door. "The princess will not harm Prince Ping'an. At most, she will draw a little blood. Desolate King, please do not disturb the ceremony." He took ten steps forward, and three stone doors fell behind him with such speed that Qi Mo almost immediately engaged in combat with Hong Hairen, but he still couldn't rush in before the doors completely closed.
Once the stone doors were fully down, Qi Mo could no longer hold back. He unleashed all his malice and killing intent, causing Hong Hairen to feel a chill. What kind of murderous aura was this? If this man before him came from hell, he would not retreat an inch.
"Do you know what happens to those who block This King's path throughout history?" Qi Mo smiled, his lips red and teeth white, his face like a crown of jade. If it weren't for the overwhelming killing intent, he would truly resemble a figure from an ink painting. For the first time, Hong Hairen felt cold sweat in his palms; Smiling Face Yama truly lived up to his reputation.
"Desolate King cannot enter at this moment." He had things he needed to protect as well; the princess was about to awaken. He had already missed sixteen years with her, and now with gray hair, he could no longer afford to wait...
Therefore, under no circumstances would he allow Desolate King to enter that innermost stone chamber.
Without further ado, Qi Mo made his move. The almost unsheathed Cold Sword sliced through the air towards Hong Hairen's forehead at an imperceptible speed. However, Hong Hairen was not defenseless; he dodged swiftly. Unexpectedly, Qi Mo's fist wind arrived before he could react, sending him flying back onto the Gold Bricks, blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth...
Qi Mo smiled like a Demon, chillingly asking, "Open the stone door!"
Hong Hairen remained silent as he propped himself up and took out his weapon—a pocket-sized Iron Hammer, slowly standing up.
Qi Mo's expression changed instantly; there was a flicker of surprise in his azure eyes. "…Uncle?"
Former Dynasty Yuan Cangxian Wang Qi Qing disliked swords and blades but loved the Iron Hammer, so he ordered someone to forge a pocket-sized version that could be retracted and easily carried.
Hong Hairen stiffened for a moment and replied calmly, "It is I."
Even though Qi Mo had a strong mentality, he could not accept that his uncle had become a eunuch one day and was bowing before the monarch of an enemy nation. He was taken aback. "What... is going on?"
Qi Qing forced a smile as he straightened the Iron Hammer, resting one hand on the ground. "No more nonsense; I absolutely cannot open this stone door right now... I know your beloved woman is inside, so you can understand my feelings as well—lying there is also my beloved woman."
Qi Mo tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. Complex worries flashed through his azure eyes before turning into cold light when faced with Qi Qing's refusal to open the stone door. The Yishuihan twisted in midair as he pursed his lips slightly. "One last thing: Is Su Peijiu your child with Jun Liuji?"
Qi Qing flashed with unwillingness in her eyes upon hearing this: “Liu Ji has never done anything out of line with me; the child is Su Chi's, but Su Chi doesn’t believe it... He doesn’t trust Liu Ji, and later even abused her, ultimately driving Liu Ji to her death! The Su Family deserves to die, they all deserve to die... If it weren't for Su Peijiu being Liu Ji's child and having some value, I would have killed her long ago!”
“Is the Linglong Spine really in Su Peijiu?” Qi Mo asked with a gloomy face, his emotions unclear.
Qi Qing was lost in thought, and upon hearing Qi Mo's words, she nodded sarcastically: “Of course, the Linglong Spine, being such a divine artifact, naturally needs to be nourished by a human body. The servants are spreading that the Linglong Spine is a Treasure Map, but no one knows that this Linglong Spine has the effect of reviving souls. As long as we take out that Linglong Spine and place it on Liu Ji, she can come back to life!”
“What will happen to Su Peijiu?”
Qi Qing glanced at him: “I know you’re worried about that girl, but there’s no need. Just a few drops of blood to extract the Linglong Spine, she will be fine; taking out the Linglong Spine won’t harm her soul.”
Su Peijiu’s body is not even her original soul! It belongs to Qin Ge, it is his Ge'er's soul. Once the Linglong Spine is removed, she will definitely be left without a trace...
Qi Mo didn’t want to think any further. He tightened his grip on the sword, so hard that the Sword Tip trembled slightly: “Uncle, make your move. Even if I have to step over your corpse today, I absolutely won’t allow her to be harmed in any way!” As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out fiercely. The speed of his attack left Qi Qing with no chance to counter; however, the more he fought, the more he felt a piercing pain in his chest and a faint metallic taste of blood rising in his throat.
He cannot... He absolutely cannot fall at this moment; Ge'er has not yet been rescued. How can he bear to close his eyes now?
Absolutely not!
Qi Qing clearly noticed that Qi Mo's attacks were starting to become feints. Seizing the opportunity, she launched an attack. Qi Mo gritted his teeth to block it, the taste of blood almost bursting forth from his throat...
He had known this retribution would come, but he never expected it would arrive so quickly.
Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, appearing like the most beautiful red silk on his pale face. The red silk elongated and fell to the ground, shattering into half-formed petals. The clashing of weapons produced sharp sounds that sent chills down one’s spine.
“... Go save her; let this old man handle it!” His body was pushed aside flamboyantly in red; who else could it be but Ji Yu?
Qi Mo propped himself up with his sword on the ground and could no longer hold back as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The droplets scattered on the ground like vibrant rouge.
Slowly turning around, he stood up and walked toward the stone door, looking around for any hidden doors. At this moment, Ji Yu had already made his move; the sword fell like a cleaver onto that Iron Hammer. A sharp “ding—!” echoed as the Sword Tip flew off while simultaneously the Iron Hammer crashed down onto the ground.
"How could you waste such an extraordinary sword of mine!" Ji Yu sneered as he looked at the half sword in his hand.
Taking advantage of this moment, Qi Qing said, "The Demon Cult Master is indeed as renowned as they say... I know you want to go in and save that girl, but there's no way. This stone door can only be opened from the outside; otherwise, you won't be able to get in at all!"
Hearing this, Qi Mo, standing at the door, felt a wave of despair and anger wash over him. He gripped Yishuihan tightly and struck the stone door fiercely, but due to the rebound from the impact, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ji Yu clearly noticed Qi Mo's actions behind him. Looking at his frail body, he frowned and said, "That old man will be here soon. Qi Mo, don't push yourself."
Push myself?
No...
He was just making the people outside wait for another moment.
So... other than continuing to strike, he had no other choice. When had he, the formidable Smiling Face Yama, ever found himself in such a helpless situation? He had never resented his body more than he did now! This broken and decayed exterior that appeared splendid but was actually frail...
Seeing Qi Mo in a frenzied state shocked Ji Yu deeply, especially when he saw him spitting blood while stumbling forward with the sword, relentlessly attacking the stone door...
He understood that this man before him deeply loved his junior sister, and that hadn't changed at all in the seven years since.
With such a Qi Mo, how could Ji Yu compete with him for Qin Ge? He could never win... This man who loved Qin Ge with his life earned Ji Yu's heartfelt admiration.
No longer entangled with Qi Qing, Ji Yu threw out a disdainful poison used by wanderers of the Jianghu. Watching Qi Qing clutching his chest and collapsing to the ground, he raised his remaining sword to deliver a final blow when he heard another sound of weapons clashing against the stone behind him. In a flash of firelight, he stepped forward to support the about-to-fall Qi Mo and pulled out a pill from his pocket. "Take this."
Qi Mo said nothing and immediately shoved the pill into his mouth. Right now, he could only hold on for as long as possible, hoping that the old man would not be so cruel as to take back his time.
Ji Yu took Yishuihan from Qi Mo's hands and said nonchalantly, "You stay aside; I have great strength and might hurt you." Without a word, Qi Mo pushed him away and leaned against the wall, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. There was an urgent light flickering in his azure eyes.
Ji Yu steadied himself and wielded Yishuihan as he struck down hard at the stone door. He felt the ground shake for a moment; a deep gash appeared on the surface of the stone door. Frowning but undeterred, he raised Yishuihan again and struck down forcefully once more. Still just a gash remained; the stone door showed no signs of moving at all.
He appeared somewhat weak, his complexion pale; those two sword strikes had completely exhausted the true energy within him...
Qi Mo saw this situation and a flicker of something crossed his eyes. He quickly reached out and tapped several points on his body, then said, "Let me do it." Ji Yu could hardly believe it, stunned as he replied, "Qi Mo, are you crazy?! Can't you see your current condition? If you use any more true energy, even a celestial being can't save you!"
"You don't need to worry about that. Hand me the sword." He reached out for Yishuihan.
Ji Yu looked at him with a complicated expression, gripping the sword tightly. "No... If anything happens to you, have you thought about her feelings?"
Qi Mo's face twisted in anguish. After a moment of silence, he finally shouted in despair, "Give it to me—!"
Ji Yu stood firm. "Absolutely not!"
"If you don't give it to me, she will be lost forever—!" Qi Mo yelled, and Ji Yu was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
There was no time for explanations; Qi Mo took three steps forward in two strides. At this point, the only way to open the stone door was to concentrate all his true energy into one point: "My true energy might only be able to open the first layer; the rest depends on you and Master..."
Hearing Qi Mo speak as if he were arranging his final affairs made Ji Yu feel particularly uneasy.
Qi Qing, lying among the pile of Gold Bricks, observed the situation and suddenly understood from the mention of 'lost forever.' No wonder Qi Mo was acting so recklessly...
He propped himself up slowly; even in this state, he absolutely would not allow anyone to hinder Liu Ji's awakening!
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