Chapter 601

"They recently posted a notice among the black path and green forest, saying they wanted Luo Mo's corpse."

"Anyone who can provide it may claim one favor from them."

Upon hearing this, the Wheel King could not suppress his rage and turned to a fat man beside him.

"Fatty Chen, did the Qinglong Society really say that?"

Fatty Chen's plump face twitched as he awkwardly scratched his head and said,

"They did say it, but…"

"Damn it…"

The Wheel King was furious.

He was unwilling to give up Luo Mo's corpse, yet he had no way to stand against the Qinglong Society.

Though Heishi seemed to be thriving in the Great Ming, in truth, the top-tier powers simply refused to care about them.

If they angered the Qinglong Society, they wouldn't even need to lift a finger.

The Great Ming court would immediately and decisively strike, uprooting Heishi completely!

"So, do you still intend to lay claim to Luo Mo's corpse?"

Ceng Jing couldn't help but smile—this Wheel King had spent years tyrannical and arrogant, bullying and terrorizing the Heishi assassins.

Yet he turned out to be nothing but a paper tiger.

Even before a single Qinglong Society member appeared, his arrogance had already shrunk by more than half.

"Withdraw…"

The Wheel King had no choice but to order a retreat, casting one last long, cold look at Ceng Jing,

"You'd better ask the Qinglong Society to guarantee protection for your entire family for life."

"Otherwise…"

Otherwise, Heishi will kill your entire family!

The Wheel King did not finish his words—only let out a cold snort and left first.

The Heishi assassins, seeing the Wheel King depart, prepared to leave as well.

Only then did Ceng Jing exhale in relief—she had truly been taking a gamble just now.

The claim that she would surrender Luo Mo's corpse to the Qinglong Society was merely something she made up on the spot.

Whether she would actually do it now, she had no other options left.

Having driven back the Heishi assassins with words, Ceng Jing had just relaxed.

She turned to explain clearly to Jiang Asheng—only to see him staring at her back, face filled with horror.

Her heart stirred; she drew her sword and thrust back with the Water-Parting Sword Technique.

The Water-Parting Sword was, by nature, an extremely supple blade.

And the Water-Parting Sword Technique pushed this blade's nature to its utmost extreme.

Though she struck in haste, Ceng Jing's single move unleashed countless sword thrusts.

Each thrust was cunning, vicious, meant to take a life.

After all, she assumed the person behind her was from Heishi.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of sharp impacts sent a powerful force surging up the Water-Parting Sword.

The immense force shook Ceng Jing so violently she could no longer hold the sword.

Then it was dodged outright.

The next instant, the sword's tip pressed against her throat.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye—nearly instantaneous.

Only when pinned did Ceng Jing see, in the darkness, a woman clad in a Guanyin Dao robe had appeared without warning.

Yet she wore a light veil, obscuring her face.

After subduing Ceng Jing, she ignored the couple entirely and turned her gaze to Nangong Ling and Qiu Lingsu.

"Lingsu, you're doing well—feeding this worthless woman the Eternal Youth Pill!"

Qiu Lingsu's face changed color upon seeing her—fear and dread flooded her expression.

Nangong Ling also looked embarrassed, releasing Qiu Lingsu and addressing the woman:

"Mother, what are you doing here?!"

"Hmph! If I hadn't come, how long were you going to hide this worthless woman?"

The woman was none other than Shi Guanyin—the one who, jealous of Qiu Lingsu's beauty, had abducted her from the Great Yuan.

"Now, I give you one chance: kill this worthless woman with one sword, and I will forgive you."

For any woman more beautiful than herself, Shi Guanyin was consumed by envy.

"Whoever kills Qiu Lingsu is my enemy, Zhamuhe!"

Just as Nangong Ling's face darkened, unsure how to refuse her mother,

Zhamuhe—one of the Thirteen Wings of the Great Yuan—had also arrived, unseen.

He stepped slowly from the darkness; behind him, several strange figures remained hidden in the shadows.

Qiu Lingsu had been utterly hopeless—Shi Guanyin wanted her dead, and Nangong Ling felt nothing for her.

It was a certain death sentence!

Yet at the critical moment, Zhamuhe—the most powerful suitor of old—had rushed in!

"Zhamuhe!"

Her heart ached bitterly; all the humiliation she had endured these past days turned into two silent streams of tears, slowly tracing down her cheeks.

"This—"

Shi Guanyin's face changed drastically; she had no idea what to do.

In truth, Shi Guanyin, placed before ordinary members of the Wu Lin, could already be considered a powerhouse.

After all, her cultivation had already reached the half-step Heavenly Being Realm.

Just one more step, and she could break through to reach the Heavenly Being Realm!

Yet the one who had come was none other than Jamuhe, one of the Thirteen Wings of the Dayuan.

Jamuhe, ranked twenty-fourth on the Heavenly Dao Golden List!

His cultivation at the Supreme Mythical Realm was nearly two major realms above Shi Guanyin's.

How could she possibly be his match?

Her face exceedingly awkward, and fearing Jamuhe's retaliation, she simply refused to speak and tried to flee on the spot.

Jamuhe lightly tapped a finger and said with a cold smile,

"Fall!"

Shi Guanyin, who had just appeared with an overwhelming intimidating presence, suddenly crashed face-first onto the ground.

"You hurt Qiu Lingsu, and you still think you can just walk away? In your dreams!"

Seeing Nangong Ling paid no heed to her mother collapsing, and instead worried about her own safety.

Immediately, disregarding the affection built up over many days, she clamped her hand around Qiu Lingsu's neck,

"Jamuhe, if you let me and my mother go, I'll give you this Qiu Lingsu as well."

"But if you dare say no, I'll snap her neck right now."

Qiu Lingsu was terrified—could the turning point she had finally waited for be lost just like this?

"Seeing Nangong Ling, you think now that I'm here, you still have a chance to act?"

Jamuhe didn't care in the slightest, and spat out another word: "Fall."

Seeing Nangong Ling suddenly went cold all over her limbs and collapsed onto the ground in an instant.

"I am no longer the Jamuhe of before!"

"Everything under heaven can be poison—do you still naively believe you could hurt Qiu Lingsu right under my nose?"

Jamuhe's strength had long since undergone earth-shattering changes.

He mocked the immobilized Shi Guanyin and Seeing Nangong Ling, mother and daughter, with a single line.

Then, gazing at Qiu Lingsu with deep affection, he walked toward her with quick steps.

"Lingsu, these past days, you've suffered so much!"