Chapter 601: Past Events

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

"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; on the contrary, it gave him an urge to laugh out loud.

Just a scholar, no matter how much he pricks, he is nothing more than a little kitten. Even if he is angry, so what? It just adds a bit of amusement for him.

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

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

Speaking up to this point, Ye Qianhe licked his lips, as if he still hadn't had enough.

"Only then did I realize that she had never slept with that fool from the Lu family. The so-called marriage was just to deceive you."

"Because her mother was injured and forced herself to give birth to her, she had always been physically weak and had long been deficient in Qi and blood. Later, she knew her time was short and was afraid you would become depressed because of her death."

"That is why she teamed up with that fool from the Lu family to deceive you. And that fool from the Lu family was actually willing to take the fall, joining you in acting out this play to make you give up completely."

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

"She told you she loved power and status, just to stir up your ambition."

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

Standing beside Mo Cheng, Ye Qianhe laughed heartily, laughing very freely. In those eyes, there was an indescribable smugness.

"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 all sorts of methods. 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 it was to test you, that I wanted to keep you by my side and promote you."

"But why do you think I wanted to promote you and keep you by my side? Did 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 wanted to keep you by my side was just so she would be willing to serve me. As long as you were by my side, she would never be able to escape from my palm~"

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

No wonder this master was clearly a good-for-nothing, a playboy, yet back then he had the boldness to promote him from the lowest of ranks.

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 to kill him, so how could he be afraid of a mere Mo Cheng.

"Mo Cheng, you shouldn't have shown your talent so early. It wasn't until you gradually displayed 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 made me regret it 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 had a hint of surprise and a hint of mockery on his face.

"I never thought that success would 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 today. I want to thank you, but there's no way around it, I have to kill you!"

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

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

"Someone, send Mr. Mo on his way!"

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

Over so many years, Ye Qianhe had long been surrounded by clouds of experts, each one a famous existence in the Jianghu.

But when so many people approached Mo Cheng, they seemed to be suddenly blasted away by a terrifying force. Afterward, they turned into blood and minced meat filling the sky.

"You, how is this possible?"

"How could I have Martial Arts?" Walking step by step toward Ye Qianhe, the experts surrounding Ye Qianhe 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 books until it reaches your bones is truly useful!"

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

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

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

"Mo Cheng, I am willing to give you all my family assets, just beg you to spare me. Will you let me go this once?"

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

This master he once served, this person who had deceived him for half his life, in the end, did not even leave a scrap of flesh behind.

Afterward, Mo Cheng walked away unsteadily, and not long after, the famous 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, someone appeared before him, someone glaring at him, someone who looked very much like the person 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, caused my family's death, and also caused the death of everyone in the Lu family. Mo Cheng, all these years, I have wanted 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 finally run into you again!"

Holding a sharp sword, the other party rushed up at once, the killing intent she made no effort to hide twisting her expression into a ferocious look.

"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, letting the blade pierce his chest.

In his eyes, Xia Nanhe did not see unwillingness or resentment, but a smile of relief, 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 completely merged with his body.

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

Thus he was still alive, but Xia Nanhe had died. 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 even her family had 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 were no tragedies to watch before his eyes, then he would create them himself. It was as if only in this way could he find a moment of peace of mind.