Chapter 261: That Was a Seven-Colored Butterfly

"Mo Cheng, that night of passion was truly unforgettable, lingering in my mind for so long. Though that woman Xia Nanqing was average in looks, she was absolutely superb!"

"Ye, Qian, he!" Calling out the other's name word by word, Mo Cheng's voice already carried a hint of killing intent.

This cold killing intent did not make Ye Qianhe afraid; instead, it gave him an urge to laugh out loud.

A mere scholar, no matter how much he pricked, was nothing more than a kitten. Even if he were angry, so what? It would only add a bit of amusement for him.

"Don't shout so loudly. You've helped me for so long, so I'll give you one more secret for free."

"Do you know? That night she spent with me back then, it was her first time!"

Saying this, Ye Qianhe licked his lips, as if he still hadn't had enough.

"It wasn't until then that I knew she had never shared a bed with that fool from the Lu family. The so-called marriage was merely to deceive you."

"Because her mother was injured and forced herself to give birth to her, she had always been physically weak and suffered from a deficiency of Qi and blood. Later, she knew her time was short and feared you would become despondent because of her death."

"That is why she teamed up with that fool from the Lu family to trick you. And that fool from the Lu family was actually willing to play along, joining you in this performance to make you give up completely."

"Tsk tsk, thinking about it, that Xia Nanqing really didn't have it easy!"

"She told you she loved power and status, but that was only to stir up your ambition."

"This woman was truly deeply in love; I just love that kind!"

Standing beside Mo Cheng, Ye Qianhe laughed heartily, laughing with great satisfaction. In his eyes, there was an indescribable sense of triumph.

"So, I let her serve me for a few more days. Only when I was satisfied was I willing to let you go."

"On her, I used every method imaginable. For your sake, she endured it all. Sometimes, I really felt a bit reluctant to let her go!"

"Later, I released you and told you I was testing you, that I wanted to keep you by my side for important tasks."

"But why do you think I wanted to promote you to my side? Do you think I valued your talent? Back then, you were just a useless scholar. Who could see you had talent? You had nothing!"

"The reason I kept you by my side was only so she would be willing to serve me. As long as you were by my side, she would never be able to escape the palm of my hand~"

Hearing this, Mo Cheng did not speak, but looked at the person opposite him with a gaze of near-despair.

No wonder this lord was clearly a good-for-nothing, a playboy, yet back then he had the audacity to promote him from his humble beginnings.

So it was because of this; so the clown was him all along.

Killing intent condensed, as if silently telling of his resolve. However, this killing intent could not shake Ye Qianhe in the slightest.

Over these years, Ye Qianhe had killed countless people; there were many who wanted him dead, so why would he fear a mere Mo Cheng?

"Mo Cheng, you shouldn't have shown your talent so early. It wasn't until you gradually revealed your talent, and your various schemes made me admire you, until I couldn't do without you, that Xia Nanqing chose to draw her sword and end her life."

"She died, which was a pity for me for a long time. But by then, you had already made me unable to stop; I wanted to kill you, but I couldn't bear to!"

"But I turned around and told you it was the Lu family who killed her. Thinking about it, I really was too clever!"

Watching Mo Cheng's reaction with great interest, Ye Qianhe continued, "With a small scheme, you caused the Lu family to suffer a crushing defeat."

"To think that the once arrogant Lu family could be defeated so easily!"

"I told you again that if the Xia family hadn't forced Xia Nanqing to marry, she wouldn't have died."

"And then, the Xia family was destroyed!"

"I took over all the assets of the Lu family and the Xia family, and I stepped on the bones of both their families to achieve the power I have now."

Spreading his hands, Ye Qianhe still wore a look of surprise and a hint of mockery on his face.

"I never thought that success could be so simple. It turns out all it took was sacrificing one weak woman, nothing more!"

"Up to now, it is based on your planning that I have walked step by step to where I am. I want to thank you, but there is no way around it, I have to kill you!"

"You are so terrifying; if one day you knew the truth, would you spare me?"

As he spoke, Ye Qianhe shook his head, slightly helpless, "So, you can't blame me; I have to strike first!"

"Men, take Mr. Mo on his way!"

Following Ye Qianhe's order, the experts beside him surged forward in unison, their target aimed directly at Mo Cheng.

Over these many years, Ye Qianhe had long been surrounded by clouds of experts, each one a renowned figure in the Jianghu.

But as so many people approached Mo Cheng, they seemed to be suddenly blasted away by a terrifying force. Afterward, they turned into a sky full of blood and gore in mid-air.

"You, how is this possible?"

"How could I have Martial Arts?" Walking step by step toward Ye Qianhe, the experts surrounding him attacked one after another.

But even though they used their life's ultimate techniques, they all died miserably one by one as they approached Mo Cheng. From beginning to end, there was not the slightest room for resistance.

"I told you, reading until it reaches your bones is truly useful!"

Approaching step by step, the aura on Mo Cheng's body grew stronger and stronger, the vast aura shattering even the clouds drifting in the sky.

"I am your lord, you cannot, you cannot...!"

Seeing Mo Cheng walking toward him, Ye Qianhe knelt down, kneeling before the person he had once looked down upon.

"Mo Cheng, I am willing to give you all my family property, just ask that you spare me. Can you let me go this once?"

"No!" Shaking his head, Mo Cheng gave a miserable smile, and then struck down with a heavy palm!

The lord he had once been loyal to, the person who had deceived him for half his life, left not even a scrap of flesh behind in the end.

Afterward, Mo Cheng walked away unsteadily, and before long, the renowned Ye family perished entirely, disappearing completely from the Jianghu.

Before a desolate grave, Mo Cheng sat quietly with disheveled hair; he had been sitting there for who knows how long.

Suddenly, a person appeared before him, a person glaring at him with rage, a person who looked very much like the one who haunted his dreams.

Opening his mouth, Mo Cheng suddenly spat out two words: "Nanqing!"

"Shut up! You are not allowed to mention my sister's name!"

"You are Nanhe? You look very much like her!"

"You caused my sister's death, killed my family, and also killed everyone in the Lu family. Mo Cheng, all these years I have wished to eat your flesh and drink your blood!"

"After the Ye family was gone, you disappeared. I thought my deep blood feud would never be avenged, but I never expected that I would eventually run into you again!"

Holding a sharp sword, the other party rushed up in an instant, the unhidden killing intent making her expression ferocious.

"Mo Cheng, our Xia family has never treated you poorly; why would you harm us? I will kill you to avenge my family!"

The only answer Xia Nanhe received was silence; Mo Cheng did not dodge at all, even as the blade pierced his chest.

In his eyes, Xia Nanhe did not see unwillingness or resentment, but a smile of relief; it was as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Yet Mo Cheng still did not die; although he already possessed power, he could not control it at will.

His power did not actually belong to him entirely, or rather, it had not yet fully merged with his body.

He had encountered mortal danger, and the power within his body had automatically protected him.

Thus he was still alive, but Xia Nanhe was dead. At this moment, even death seemed to have become a luxury for him, while the girl he had been longing for had long since committed suicide, and her family had also died by his own hands.

He seemed to be a joke, a tragedy.

From then on, there remained in the world only a lonely ghost without love, a pathetic wretch who only liked to watch tragedies.

If there was no tragedy to watch before his eyes, he would create one himself. It was as if only in this way could he find a moment of peace of mind.