The Cruel Tyrant

39

Listening to Yun Feiyu's words, Sun Mu was also affected. It was only right for Yun Feiyu to find 'Su Mochi' for revenge, but the soul of the real 'Su Mochi' had already left to the underworld when Su Mu transmigrated into the body. Su Mu inherited the martial arts, body, and status of the person 'Su Mochi'. He wanted to make up for the painful past, but he could not use his own life to repay it.

"Who is your teacher?" Even at this point, Su Mu still held a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that this was just a misunderstanding. Yun Feiyu's family was not killed by Su Mochi himself. He let go of Yun Feiyu, who collapsed to the ground without the support.

Su Mu hurriedly took a step forward to help him, but after seeing his hate filled eyes, he stopped abruptly in place. The powerful internal force in his body was still roiling, and the blood on Yun Feiyu's collar was both glaring yet alluring. Su Mu was afraid he would accidentally kill him if he were to be any closer to the other, so he waited for him to answer from a distance away.

An ironic smile appeared on that snow pale face. Yun Feiyu lay on the ground and said, "You have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people, how many do you even remember? My school was just a speck among the departed souls that died by your hands."

Su Mu's fist tightened and he looked at Yun Feiyu fixedly. He said in a low voice: "Believe it or not, Yun Feiyu, but I will tell you this. Su Mochi is already dead, long poisoned by Qin Ye. And I am just a lone soul wandering in the chaos who happened to gain control by chance. I am willing to give you whatever you want as compensation, even if it is the throne of Qing kingdom. Only this life, I will not give it to anyone."

"Hai hai......" A trace of blood flowed down at the corner of Yun Feiyu's mouth again. He still had strong hatred in his eyes when he looked at Su Mu, and mocked: "Why bother to make up excuses, this measly life you......can just take it."

Su Mu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to tear him apart. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Yun Feiyu. He said, "I said, I can lose everything but for this life. Do you really think I didn't know that it was you who poisoned me? Every time I smell the orchid incense on your body, and then fight with others with all my strength, my mind would instantly blank out."

"Hehe......" Yun Feiyu, who was lying on the ground, chuckled lightly, and finally there was a hint of joy in the eyes that looked at Su Mu. He smiled and said: "Since the day I entered the palace, I have started to poison you. Yes, this kind of poison is actually very powerful and better for those who practice martial arts. But your martial arts is too powerful and the effect was not as great. That was why I gave Qin Ye 'Rapture', and the "Rapture" poison triggered the "Fragrant Orchid" poison in your body. No one in this world can survive these two types of poison at the same time, but you actually did not die. Truly, the heavens have no eyes."

Yun Feiyu sneered and said again: "But these two poisons are still left in your body. Many times you fell for the conspirations of the enemy in the past and the many poisons have all accumulated in your body. Although you used internal force to dissolve most of them, there are always residues. Three or five kinds may not cause you harm, but thirty or fifty kinds are another matter. These residual poisons continue to cause chaos in your body, and even if your martial arts is number one in the world, you will eventually get a taste of what it's like to die in hatred."

Su Mu walked up to Yun Feiyu step by step, and slowly leaned down to look at Yun Feiyu's eyes at close range. Word by word, he said: "Give, me, the, antidote! Otherwise, I will kill all the people related to you before then."

Yun Feiyu looked at Su Mu's dark pupils and said angrily: "You are born bloodthirsty. Even if you are not Su Mochi, you deserve to die."

"I do what I say. I can't resurrect your dead relatives, but if you don't want your living relatives to continue to live, then you can go ahead and try me." Su Mu said.

"You, damn, beast!"

Su Mu didn't argue with him anymore. After he was sure that his emotions had stabilized and would not hurt him, his slender but absolutely powerful arm grabbed and picked up Yun Feiyu then walked towards the nearby camp.

Rows of upright soldiers glanced at Yun Feiyu, who was covered in blood, and thought of the many absurd rumors about the Crown Prince. They immediately pictured various discordant images and then secretly mourned Yun Feiyu in silence. How come such a good person aroused the interest of the Crown Prince? Sure enough, was beauty being a curse not just limited to women?

Although the temporary camp was simple, it also had everything necessary. Su Mu carefully put Yun Feiyu on the bed, instructed a group of people to deal with Yun Feiyu's injuries, and then walked to the side to watch quietly.

Although his hit injured Yun Feiyu very badly, he had restrained himself so as not to cause Yun Feiyu life threatening injuries. But there was probably no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

Su Mu let out an inaudible sigh. He could only take things step by step!

Just as Su Mu felt uncomfortable in his heart, yelling and clanging sounds suddenly appeared outside the tent.

"Su Mochi, get out here!"

Su Mu's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he strode to the door. A sharp-eyed maid hurried over to lift the tent curtain for Su Mu.

As soon as he left the tent, Su Mu saw that Qin Ye was fighting agsinst a group of guards with a sword. Su Mu was already feeling quite angry, and now he became even more unhappy when he saw this situation. He yelled, "Stop this nonsense."

Who would dare to not listen to what the Crown Prince said? The miserable image that Yun Feiyu presented when he was carried in just now was still fresh in their minds. If he even treated his own number one male pet like this, what would he do to ordinary guards like them?

All the guards obediently put away their weapons and stepped aside. Only Qin Ye, without any guards blocking him, thrusted his long sword directly at Su Mu's throat.

Su Mu stood there and didn't move. When the sword was three inches away from his throat, his hand shot out like lightning. Two white fingers were like steel, and with a light snap Qin Ye's long sword broke immediately.

Qin Ye did not hesitate to discard the broken sword, and a pair of iron fists aimed straight at Su Mu's temple.

Su Mu still didn't move, but his eyes became even colder. With a hand slightly smaller than Qin Ye's hand, he squeezed the other's fist and twisted it vigorously. At the same time he turned him around and kicked at Qin Ye's leg. Qin Ye let out a pained scream as he knelt with his back to Su Mu.

Su Mu let go of Qin Ye with a cold snort, and said, "I suggest you take a good look at how much capability you even have. If it wasn't for your father's sake, I would have killed you already."

After being released by Su Mu, Qin Ye immediately got up and stood opposite Su Mu. He was even more angry when he heard what Su Mu said: "Feiyu's father is also working like an ox for you. Why did you hurt him?"

"He designed to kill Ben Gong, should I be grateful for him instead?" Su Mu said.

Qin Ye endured the sharp pain in his wrist, and said, "Only you are allowed to kill the innocent, but others can't take revenge? Shouldn't you pay with your life for killing his relatives? Then all the laws of the Qing kingdom might as well be thrown into the latrine pit."