Chapter 122: Saving the Tsundere, Ruthless Blood Hunter 17

The next morning.

The sky had just begun to lighten when the two heard an argument outside the cave.

And there was more than one person.

Chu Tang was woken by the noise, instinctively frowning and curling into Jin Chen's embrace.

She also took his hand and covered her own ears with it.

"It's so noisy."

"It's still early, go back to sleep."

Jin Chen raised his hand, ready to block out the noise, but was interrupted by 0731.

【Host! Outside, Chu Yun and the other humans are arguing, and he's pushing his misdeeds onto Little Pitiful One! He's terrible!】

His motion paused, and Jin Chen's eyes turned colder.

"Tang Tang, they're talking about you outside."

He poked the youth's cheek.

"What are they saying about me?"

Chu Tang, still not fully awake, asked instinctively.

"Chu Yun is blaming the two people he killed yesterday while stealing the spirit pearl on you."

Jin Chen answered truthfully, his voice gentle, yet his words were full of killing intent.

"It seems we can't keep him; it's better to kill him soon."

It's Chu Yun again; this person is simply a persistent nightmare.

"Alright, let's go now."

Chu Tang rubbed the corner of his eyes and sat up, still a bit drowsy, but his tone was fierce, creating a striking contrast.

He picked up the short dagger from the ground and signaled to Jin Chen, "You stay hidden; handle it yourself."

"Okay, stay safe; I'll be nearby to protect you."

Jin Chen found him adorable and smiled as he agreed.

——

"What are you saying? My older brother was killed by Chu Tang?"

A red-clad youth raised his voice, his face full of disbelief.

"No, Chu Yun, you're trying to fool a ghost? Yesterday I clearly saw your back; even if you and Chu Tang are cousins and look somewhat alike, it's not to the point where I can't tell you apart!"

He stood with his hands on his hips, radiating aggression.

Chu Yun's body trembled at the shout, his voice tinged with grievance, and tears even welled up.

"It really wasn't me; I'm about the same age as my cousin, so maybe you mistook…"

"You're saying he made a mistake, so naturally you're trying to pin the blame on me, right?"

Chu Tang walked out expressionlessly, raised an eyebrow at Chu Yun, and said, "Let me hear how you plan to excuse yourself."

"You… how are you here?!"

Chu Yun startled, his gaze darting away, not daring to meet his eyes.

For some reason, ever since Chu Tang went to Lan Si Luo Te's castle, he seemed like a different person, his sharpness fully exposed, his words edged.

The red-clad youth glanced at Chu Tang and said, "You shameless cousin, you killed my older brother and yet claim it was you who did it."

"If he had any shame, he wouldn't be called Chu Yun."

Chu Tang snorted.

As the two went back and forth, the few humans watching the show began to whisper among themselves.

Chu Yun could hear them talking about him.

The fist hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly, his lowered eyes flashing with a hint of resentment; he lifted his head, and his expression suddenly shifted to a pitiful, frail look.

"I really don't know what you're talking about; last night I was constantly with Your Highness Wo Er Ke……"

I thought bringing up Wo Er Ke would make Chu Tang at least a little fearful, given that he had once been tormented by both himself and Wo Er Ke.

Who would have thought.

"Oh, I was with Lan Si Luo Te last night, and I also don't know what you're talking about."

Chu Tang's expression was cold, "Go on."

Let him see what other tricks he has.

Chu Yun: "……"

The red-clad youth burst out laughing, "I'm saying you two brothers are basically the same, but although Chu Tang is also a royal blood servant, he's at least upright, unlike certain people who don't dare own up to their deeds."

"Like a rat in a sewer."

The red-clad youth has a powerful family background, allowing him to speak freely, while the other humans dare not.

Chu Yun flared up, "Who are you calling a rat?"

"Whoever refuses to take responsibility is a rat."

Chu Tang tilted his head, "Is that hard to understand?"

"What's the fuss?"

A lazy drawl came from behind the crowd.

The onlooking humans all turned their heads to look.

"Your Highness Wo Er Ke!"

Someone exclaimed, watching him walk toward Chu Tang.

"Your Highness Wo Er Ke has arrived, Your Highness Lan Si Luo Te is not here, and Chu Tang is doomed!"

Although... but... Lansiluote Your Highness wouldn't allow his blood servant to be bullied, would he?

To them, blood servants are just something they can casually replace, right?

……

The crowd's murmurs fell into the ears of the three people who were arguing.

The red-clothed youth felt it made sense, but he didn't really want to anger Woerkè, as it wouldn't benefit him either.

He nodded respectfully, "Your Highness Woerkè."

I know you, the young master of the Ximonssi family, called... Nieer?

Woerkè glanced over with a somewhat frivolous look.

Chuyun's face instantly darkened as he secretly bit his lip.

Nieer forced a smile, 'Yes.'

'He's getting better-looking… huh? What are you doing?' Woerkè only then noticed Chutang and gave him a fleeting glance.

None of your business.

Chutang flew into a rage seeing the two of them together.

He quickly drew his blade, pointing straight at Chuyun.

Woerkè didn't expect this person's temperament to be so fierce; just as he tried to intervene, he was hit by another blast of Spiritual Power.

Woerkè, who gave you permission to enter the Nether Slaughter Island?

Jin Chen walked out of the cave, tall and slender, the morning light casting shadows on his body, his cheekbones distinct, his dark green pupils devoid of emotion.

It's just a Nether Slaughter Island; I can come and go as I please—do I need your permission?

Without authorization, entering the Nether Slaughter Island privately, I, acting for Xiushidun, will make you learn the rules.

Jin Chen coldly said, another blast of Spiritual Power shot out.

Madman!

Woerkè's eyes flashed with golden light, his fangs bared, he entered a fighting stance.

But how could he be a match for Jin Chen?

In just three moves, Woerkè was forced into the air by Jin Chen's Spiritual Power, his limbs instantly bound by tangible force.

Trash.

Jin Chen gave a light scoff.

Lansiluote! Let me down!

Woerkè felt humiliated before the humans, his face flushed red, and he had no time to worry about Chuyun, who was also about to be beaten to a pulp.

Alright.

Jin Chen responded, his fingers twitching slightly.

Woerkè fell straight down; before he could catch his breath, as he hit the ground his eyes widened and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The Crescent Moon Blade can kill humans and also harm the blood clan.

Woerkè slowly lowered his head, looking at the blade tip piercing his chest, then tilted his head and lost consciousness.

The people present were frightened, sucking in a cold breath.

【Host, he's not dead yet unless you use a silver weapon specifically for killing the blood clan.】

【I know.】

Jin Chen walked over, raised his hand and recalled the Crescent Moon Blade unstained by even a trace of blood.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Chutang attacked ruthlessly, each stab driving into flesh, his eyes as fierce as Lansiluote's when lost in violent frenzy; terrifyingly, he fully knew what he was doing and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Save… save…

Chuyun's chest already had several puncture wounds, but none hit vital spots, so he couldn't die.

Chuyun, I've tolerated you for far too long.

Grabbing his collar and pulling him close, Chutang leaned in and whispered in his ear.