Chapter 600: It's Just Business

"Let's go!"

Casting a look of disdain at Mo Cheng, the woman boarded a carriage without hesitation; it was a carriage belonging to the Lu family.

Vaguely, Mo Cheng even saw the young master of the Lu family on that carriage; so they had been together long ago, and he was nothing more than a joke.

At this moment, a torrential downpour began from the sky. Beneath the gloomy sky, Mo Cheng stood forlornly on the street corner, and was soon soaked into a drowned rat by the heavy rain.

Yet he just stood there, watching the carriage gradually disappear from his sight, watching the woman he loved depart forever.

"Are you really not going to take one last look at him?" On the carriage, as the cold wind suddenly picked up outside, the young master of the Lu family draped an outer garment over the woman, his manner appearing extremely caring.

"Thank you!" Offering a word of thanks to the young master of the Lu family, the woman did not look back, only letting out a miserable, wretched laugh.

"No need. This is for the best for both him and me. *Cough, cough! *" The handkerchief was stained with bright red blood; she was already terminally ill, with not much time left to live.

"Are you alright?" Looking at the woman with a face full of concern, the young master of the Lu family had an indescribable heartache in his eyes. Why would such a delicate and beautiful woman be terminally ill?

This woman was merely pretty, far from being a beauty who could topple cities, yet the young master of the Lu family could never tire of looking at her.

Some women, even if their looks are average, can make you decide on them for a lifetime with just a single glance. It is a pity that, in the end, he was one step behind that scholar.

But in the end, he was the one who could give her a title; he had no regrets in this life.

Seeing this, even Shen Yu could not help but sigh: a veteran simp.

This constantly shifting illusion before his eyes should be Mo Cheng's past experiences, and also the pain of his entire life.

Others condense their World based on the Dao they have learned, but Mo Cheng turned the deepest, most sorrowful pain in his heart into his own World, and he actually succeeded.

The cultivation realm of this old monster is so high, and his strength so terrifying, that it is absolutely unimaginable; his World is even more solid than that of ordinary experts.

It was constructed from the pain in his heart; the deeper the pain, the stronger the World.

It is only a pity that this old monster has fallen onto shallow shoals, restricted by the power of Heaven and Earth. Even with ten thousand methods, what can he do?

"Thank you for being willing to play this scene with me, but I'm sorry, I might..."

Within the illusion, the woman on the carriage thanked the young master of the Lu family gratefully, her voice soft and sweet yet carrying a hint of strength.

"I know, it was all my own willingness; I will respect your choice. But why must you do this!"

"I just don't want him to fall into depravity because of this. Mo Lang has great talent and should not be buried in this world; he should have a broader sky!"

The woman gave a miserable smile, but then, as if thinking of something, she suddenly began to giggle foolishly.

In her hand, she clutched a not-so-exquisite pearl hairpin; this was what he had given her back then, bought with money he had saved for a long time, and it was the favorite gift she had ever received.

Carefully placing the pearl hairpin against her chest, the woman sat in the carriage and gradually disappeared into the misty rain.

At this time, Mo Cheng stood in the rain for a whole day, refusing to leave even after the rain stopped, and finally fell into a serious illness, only gradually recovering a long time later.

It was not until he received the news of his beloved woman's marriage that his heart died.

He left, departing from this heartbreaking place, fleeing in a disheveled state like a loser.

Whenever the night was deep and quiet, he would think of that figure who had once brought him warmth, only now that figure had become cold and heartless.

The once gentle scholar completely blackened, turning into a ruthless, heartless strategist with deep hidden motives, a presence that made the whole world fear him.

With a wave of his hand, he could overcome thousands of troops. A single scheme could break ten thousand soldiers, and a single fit of anger could make the world tremble in fear.

He had once read ten thousand books, and had once worked like a beast of burden for others just for the sake of a book. The world all said that reading was useless for those from humble backgrounds; those who mocked him and ridiculed him were everywhere.

Back then, it was when he was desperately begging for books that that figure appeared, giving him a chance—a chance to enter their family's library—and had always encouraged him and believed in him.

Unfortunately, there is no going back; everything cannot go back.

Now he just wants to tell the people of the world that reading more is useful. With ten thousand volumes of books hidden in one's heart, one can understand the principles of Heaven, know the changes of the world, and reading can even cause the Heaven and Earth to resonate.

But later, he, who thought he had calculated every move, fell into someone else's scheme and suffered a ruthless slaughter.

To be able to make him fall into a trap without a sound, it must have been the person he trusted most; there was only one such person, the one who promoted him when he was at his lowest.

At that moment he understood: when the birds are gone, the good bow is put away; when the rabbits are dead, the hound is cooked. There was someone who did not want him to live.

What was the point of him painstakingly plotting for others for so many years? Was it to repay the kindness of being recognized back then, or was it because of that remark she made about admiring power?

Love had left him, his career was in ruins; what exactly was he?

As the death warriors protecting him died one by one, and as his last loyal subordinate left him, Mo Cheng was exposed to countless blades.

At this moment, he looked helpless and pitiful; he was just a scholar with no strength to truss a chicken; to kill him, a single soldier was enough.

Perhaps because he felt everything was under control, his lord, to whom he had originally been loyal, appeared, appearing before him so openly, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Why can't sincerity be exchanged for sincerity? Why?"

"Because you are stupid!"

"I am stupid?" A trace of a disappointed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Mo Cheng still found it hard to believe. "Yes, I am stupid. Even knowing you were not worth supporting, I never thought of betraying you, but why..."

"Because of a woman!" Pushing aside the people in front of him, the other party walked up; he was not afraid of what Mo Cheng might do to him.

He was just a scholar; in terms of schemes, he might be peerless in the world. But in terms of one-on-one combat, he could only compare wrist strength with those maidservants.

"I don't want to kill you either, but you are too smart; there are some things you will always find out. The smarter you are, the more wary I become. The more terrifying you are, the more worried I get!"

"A woman? I have never been entangled with any woman!"

"Then the name Xia Nanqing shouldn't be unfamiliar to you, right?"

"Nanqing!" This name had haunted him for countless days and nights, and even now, it made his heart ache. Whenever the night was deep and quiet, he would toss and turn, his mind filled with this name.

It was the ultimate love, and also the boundless hate!

"Do you know, Xia Nanqing actually rejected me back then too."

Standing beside Mo Cheng, his former lord Ye Qianhe spoke as if he were mentioning an insignificant matter, but it did indeed pique his interest.

"Although she looked average, that temperament of hers was truly peerless. It made one unable to forget her at a single glance, making one feel she was within sight but beyond reach!"

"When I met you back then, I was actually prepared to kill you directly; after all, you were her lover, but she begged me."

"Begged me to spare you, begged me not to hurt you!"

"I am a businessman, and in business, one certainly cannot get something for nothing. I could spare you, but the price was for her to spend a night with me, otherwise I would kill you immediately. As it turned out, she actually agreed."

"Sure enough, in her heart, you are always the first priority!"

"You beast!" He gritted his teeth as he looked at the other person; the woman who had been pure and flawless in his heart, though she later became vain, had still been the final sanctuary in his heart.

"Go ahead and curse, curse to your heart's content. I've never thought of myself as a good person anyway."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ye Qianhe looked completely indifferent. What could someone who was helpless and could only shout in anger possibly do to him?

He just loved seeing this expression of wanting to kill him yet being powerless to do so, especially since this person was the usually expressionless Mo Cheng.