Chapter 91: Emotionless Sword
Chapter 91: Emotionless Sword
To deliberately stall for time, Mu Feng did not conceal himself. He walked upright and proud, escorting the bully Mu Qingyuan as he slowly moved down the mountain toward the imposing, black-clad Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie.
Soon, the number of guards around him grew. Gleaming blades and spears pointed at every vital point on his body. Two hundred, three hundred… they kept gathering, a dense black mass that tightly surrounded him.
“Kill, kill, kill…”
The guards with drawn swords and blades chanted loudly, their killing intent fierce.
But despite their superior numbers, they involuntarily stepped back step by step as Mu Feng advanced, allowing him to calmly reach the foot of the mountain. Each wore a solemn expression, as if facing a formidable enemy, none daring to strike lightly.
This scene was strikingly similar to when Mu Feng stood alone against the hundred thousand Jianning border troops outside Shangling Terrace. But upon closer inspection, there were differences.
Outside Shangling Terrace, the voice of Grand Master He Xuangao was unceasing, and the news of Mu Feng being awarded the title Jianning First Scholar shook the entire city. In shock, no soldier dared defy public opinion and attack—the killing cries were loud but held little intent to kill. Now, however, those surrounding Mu Feng were either Mu Qingyuan’s guards or death warriors from Chuangong Hall, each brimming with killing intent. Their hesitation to attack was not from unwillingness, but from fear.
On one hand, they were afraid of hurting the Second Young Master Mu Qingyuan; on the other, it was due to Mu Feng’s accumulated authority.
Having witnessed him slaughter dozens of guards in a single move out of rage, unless they were tired of living, who would dare strike first?
The once frail scholar had become a terrifying killing god in their eyes!
“Good, good, good. Truly a man of talent, ambition, and integrity!”
Watching Mu Feng approach without a trace of fear, stopping just a hundred steps away, the black-clad Mu Tie nodded appreciatively. “During my training at Beiliu Mountain, I heard that a genius skilled in both literary and martial arts had suddenly appeared in the manor. Mu Feng, it seems you truly haven’t disappointed—far better than those ordinary disciples who trained for over a decade without much achievement!”
“You overpraise me, First Young Master!”
Mu Feng’s expression remained calm. Though surrounded by powerful enemies, his face showed no change.
When he turned to descend the mountain, covering for Xing Jiu and Jing Wushuang’s escape, he had already resolved not to leave this place alive. Before death, killing one would be enough, and killing two would be a profit!
“Brother, is that you? Is it really you?”
Hearing Mu Tie’s voice, the bloodied Mu Qingyuan struggled to lift his head. Focusing, he saw Mu Tie’s javelin-straight figure a hundred steps away and felt a surge of energy. “Hahaha, Brother, it’s you! It really is you! Mu Feng, you’re finished! Now you’re really finished! Weren’t you so powerful, so amazing? Now, let’s see how you die!”
Suddenly seeing his elder brother Mu Tie, Mu Qingyuan couldn’t help but laugh wildly. Even though he was still in Mu Feng’s grasp, he laughed without restraint.
Mortal Realm Peak!
No one understood how formidable his elder brother Mu Tie was better than him. Since childhood, their grandfather had held Mu Tie up as an example to admonish him. With Mu Tie personally stepping in, even if Mu Feng had a thousand hands, he would be no match—he was certain to die!
After wishing and waiting, he had finally reached this moment!
Dragged all the way, his body battered and bloody from excessive blood loss, Mu Qingyuan had started to grow delirious, believing his doom was sealed. Suddenly seeing the immensely powerful Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie right before him, he glimpsed a ray of hope, making him ecstatic and overjoyed!
“Finished?”
Seeing Mu Qingyuan still oblivious to his peril at this point, Mu Feng finally understood what it meant that a leopard cannot change its spots. He gave a cold laugh. Grabbing Mu Qingyuan’s body, he suddenly thrust it downward like a stake, pressing the beastly scion into the soil as if planting a tree, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Instantly, dirt mixed with gravel buried the latter up to his thighs. The sudden, vicious move made everyone’s scalps tingle. Even the usually composed and icy Mu Tie couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids.
Ruthless!
The guards surrounding Mu Feng gasped in unison and stepped back several paces.
Seeing was believing—witnessing Mu Qingyuan’s miserable state firsthand, they realized that the once weak scholar Mu Feng was even fiercer than the rumors claimed!
“Ah… Mu Feng, you… you still dare to strike?”
Mu Qingyuan let out a sharp cry, his hands flailing wildly in panic. Unfortunately, injured and weak, even using all his strength, he couldn’t climb out. His lower body was tightly buried underground.
“What time is it now, and still talk of daring or not?”
Mu Feng’s face was icy. Placing his hands on Mu Qingyuan’s shoulders, he pressed down firmly. Immediately, the soil rose to Mu Qingyuan’s neck, burying everything below his shoulders. Lightly lifting his right foot, he stepped on Mu Qingyuan’s head. With just a slight push, he could stomp him completely underground, suffocating him alive!
“N-no… don’t kill me!”
Staring at the ground now mere inches from his nose, Mu Qingyuan strained to lift his head and screamed in terror, finally remembering how ruthless Mu Feng was. Already weak, being buried deep underground made breathing even harder. He screamed hoarsely toward Mu Tie not far away, “Brother, save me, save me…”
Mu Qingyuan pleaded desperately, but the expressionless Mu Tie remained unmoved. After a cold glance, he looked at Mu Feng and said calmly, “Mu Feng, do you know why I came into the mountains to find you today?”
“For this trash?”
Mu Feng wiggled his toe slightly, frightening Mu Qingyuan—now only his head above ground—out of his wits. After a pause, he continued, “Murder, arson, village massacres, bullying men and dominating women… First Young Master, do you know how many crimes your brother has committed, how many appalling deeds he has done? Isn’t such a beast deserving of death?”
“No, Mu Feng, you’re wrong!”
The black-clad Mu Tie shook his head and coldly added, “Though Mu Qingyuan is my brother, I’ve always seen him as trash since childhood. Kill him, and it’s done. Blame no one but his own lack of skill; keeping him alive only brings shame to our grandfather. I didn’t come into the mountains to save him, but to ask you for something!”
“What thing?” Mu Feng was surprised, while Mu Qingyuan below his foot felt his vision darken, nearly fainting.
He had thought that once the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie returned triumphantly, he would immediately be freed. He never expected that this brother, with whom he’d never gotten along, didn’t care about him at all, ignoring his plight. His last hope was shattered!
“Your head. I want your head!”
Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie stepped forward, slowly raising the Wooden Sword in his hand. “Mu Qingyuan, that trash, can be killed if you wish. However, you still owe me an explanation for barging into Chuangong Hall last time. If I don’t bring your head back and hang it above Chuangong Hall’s main gate, what right do I have to be Chief Transmission Disciple? How can I lead Chuangong Hall? During this training at Beiliu Mountain, I was fortunate to meet a reclusive peerless master and cultivated the Heartless Sword Dao. Dying under this Emotionless Sword of mine can be considered your fortune!”
Mu Tie’s expression was calm. The Wooden Sword in his hand seemed ordinary, no different from a typical training sword. But even before it was drawn, it gave off a heart-palpitating sensation!
Heartless Sword Dao? Emotionless Sword?
Mu Feng’s pupils contracted sharply, as if facing a great enemy.
The sword reflects the person, the person reflects the sword!
The black-clad Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie was as cold and imposing as the Wooden Sword he held.
Though he’d long known that the two brothers never got along, he hadn’t expected Mu Tie, the Chief Transmission Disciple, to be so heartless, completely ignoring the Mu Qingyuan beneath his foot. Such a person either had profound depth, hiding all thoughts without a trace, or was truly devoted to martial cultivation, devoid of any emotional fluctuations—his strength and realm far beyond ordinary imagination!