Chapter 92: The Price

“Mu Feng, do you know why I use a wooden sword?”

The Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie did not rush to attack. He looked coldly at Mu Feng. The colder his face became, the stronger his murderous aura grew. Mu Feng, standing a hundred steps away, felt every vital part of his body locked by a chilling energy.

“Oh, why?” Mu Feng’s expression was calm as he faced the incredibly powerful Mu Tie.

Since he had long been prepared to die, he felt completely relaxed, ready to strike at any moment. The longer they delayed, the safer Xing Jiu and Jing Wushuang would be, so he was in no hurry to act.

“Heartless Sword Dao!”

Mu Tie was confident and in control of the situation. He stroked the wooden sword in his hand and slowly continued, “Iron swords are sharp, but unfortunately, they easily develop sentiment. If worn for too long or used to kill too many enemies, they gain a sense of spirit or fierceness. Only a wooden sword does not stain with blood and does not develop sentiment over time. It is the first choice for a successor of the Heartless Sword Dao. Strictly speaking, you are also my cousin. As brothers, today, let me use the direct bloodline of the Mu Manor within you to test my Heartless Sword Dao!”

Mu Tie raised his head, his icy eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Mu Qingyuan, with only his head exposed above the ground, pleaded desperately, his breath growing weaker, but Mu Tie ignored him and did not spare him another glance. In his eyes, it seemed there was no friendship, no family bond, not even enemies—only cultivation remained. Everything he did was for the sake of one day reaching the Cultivation Peak!

“Brother, save me, save me… I cannot die, I cannot die…”

Seeing Mu Tie’s cold and indifferent demeanor, the most terrified one was actually Mu Qingyuan, who was being brutally stomped under Mu Feng’s foot.

To vent his anger, he had knelt outside his grandfather’s room for almost an entire day; for this day, he had anxiously waited and dreamed day and night. Who would have thought it would end like this?

As the lofty Second Young Master, he used to be surrounded by followers and live a life of luxury whenever he went out—what glory and honor was that? Now, he was worse off than a sick refugee lying by the roadside. Even though many familiar guards stood around and his powerful older brother was right in front of him, no one paid him any attention. They let Mu Feng stomp him down bit by bit, burying him alive in the ground!

Staring at the cold Mu Tie, Mu Qingyuan finally realized his mistakes at this moment.

He regretted not having trained hard before, not listening to his grandfather’s teachings; he regretted provoking Mu Feng, this reckless killer who threw caution to the wind, and regretted repeatedly opposing and making trouble for him!

“Mu Feng… Brother Mu Feng, I was wrong, I was truly wrong. Please give me another chance!”

Mu Qingyuan struggled to lift his head to avoid the flying dirt getting into his mouth. The dirt was the least of his worries; he feared that in his final moments, he wouldn’t even be able to speak. “As brothers, Mu Feng, I was wrong, I regret it! I regret all the sins I committed! Mu Feng, I beg you, please give me another chance. I will change, I will atone for my sins with the rest of my life, I beg you…”

“Regretting it now is already too late! Everyone must pay the price for what they have done. Mu Qingyuan, it’s not that I want to kill you—it’s that your actions are unforgivable by heaven. If I don’t kill you, how can I face the tears of my loved ones? How can I honor the souls of those innocent villagers?”

Mu Feng’s expression was icy. Before his words faded, he suddenly exerted force with his foot, stomping Mu Qingyuan’s head fiercely into the ground. A violent internal force surged through Mu Qingyuan’s skull, rampaging through his body, destroying all his organs, muscles, and bones.

“Ah…”

A piercing scream was cut short. Then, traces of blood seeped out from underground. Mu Qingyuan, buried alive, made no further sound. Even if he were dug out immediately, it would be too late to save him—only a cold corpse remained.

He lived in glory but died in misery!

Being born into a powerful family was both Mu Qingyuan’s luck and his greatest misfortune. In his short life, he committed countless sins. In the end, he was buried in the wilderness, having endured immense pain and fear before death. After death, he didn’t even have a straw mat! In life, he enjoyed wealth and luxury, having everything he wanted. In death, he took nothing with him!

“Ah… Second… Second Young Master?”

“He killed the Second Young Master just like that? This… this…”

…

Seeing the traces of blood emerging from the ground, the surrounding guards exclaimed in shock and fear, stepping back several paces again.

The look in their eyes when they glanced at Mu Feng was no longer mere fear—it was deep terror, a dread that came from the depths of their souls. They were drenched in cold sweat, their hairs standing on end, wishing they could get as far away as possible from this terrifying killer!

The lofty Second Young Master—who was he?

He was the most favored grandson of the Elder of Inheritance, the esteemed Second Young Master of the Mu Manor, the own younger brother of the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie!

These titles above Mu Qingyuan made people dare not look directly at him. Yet, right under the eyes of the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie, Mu Feng killed him. He stomped on his head, buried him deep underground, and acted ruthlessly without the slightest hesitation!

So fierce, so merciless!

The many guards felt their scalps tingle. Even the always cold Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie felt a shock in his heart, his face showing a trace of astonishment and anger. He never expected Mu Feng to truly dare to strike right in front of him, and with such brutality! Seeing this, the North Flow Twin Ghosts standing behind him also gasped in shock, their expressions turning grave.

This youth must be killed!

The Black-white Twin Ghosts saw fear in each other’s eyes. Yes, it was fear—deep fear.

The methods of the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie were chilling, but compared to him, Mu Feng did not act easily; he carried a sense of righteousness within him. But once he did act, his methods were even more ruthless! If he was already hard to restrain now, once he broke through to the Late Mortal Realm or even the Mortal Realm Peak, who could stop his revenge? How could they face his wrath?

After the shock, the North Flow Twin Ghosts’ killing intent surged. They silently decided that, no matter what, they must kill Mu Feng today. It wasn’t for the order of the Chief Transmission Disciple Mu Tie—it was for themselves!

If they wanted to live freely and sleep peacefully in the future, they had to strike first at all costs and eliminate this terrifying cultivation genius, Mu Feng!

“Good, good, good. You truly have courage, worthy of being a direct descendant of our Mu Manor. A Jianning First Scholar of your generation—skilled in both literature and martial arts. Truly, a hero emerges from the young. What a pity… the rigid breaks easily. Before you could even display your talents to the entire Tongtian Dynasty, you are about to fall!”

Mu Tie took a step forward, his black robe suddenly fluttering without any wind, his killing intent soaring.