Wrath

Wrath...

As Hua Xiaoyun witnessed the steady stream of blood flowing from around Mo Qingcheng's heart, fear gripped him. This outcome was far worse than anything he had ever imagined.

Not only did he fail to obtain Mo Qingcheng's body, but he had also become her murderer. In this scenario, even though the Mo Clan might not dare to take action against him, the Pill Emperor Palace would undoubtedly take note of his actions. Especially Luo He, the Pill Emperor's daughter, who held her disciples dear. If she discovered that Mo Qingcheng had died due to him, no one could predict her reaction in a fit of anger.

"STOP. Don't push the dagger any further. I surrender, I surrender!" Hua Xiaoyun shouted in terror. Mo Qingcheng's body gently crumpled to the blood-soaked floor, her strength utterly spent. Yet, her eyes remained wide open, locked onto Hua Xiaoyun.

The commotion drew others to the scene. When they saw Mo Qingcheng lying in a pool of her own blood, their faces turned ashen.

"Something's happened to Miss Mo!" a panicked voice cried out, setting off an alarm that echoed through the Mo Residence like thunder.

Moments later, several figures rushed to the scene. Mo Tianlin's face drained of color as he saw his daughter's condition.

"Qingcheng." Mo Tianlin rushed to her side, cradling her in his arms. Seeing her father, a faint smile crossed Mo Qingcheng's lips. Her voice trembled, attempting to speak, but no words came out.

"WHO DID THIS?" Mo Tianlin's eyes flashed with a chilling and terrifying light as he glared at Hua Xiaoyun.

"What's happening?" Bai Fei and the disciples from the Pill Emperor Hall arrived.

"I didn't do this. I was just joking with Miss Mo, but she took it seriously," Hua Xiaoyun tried to deflect blame, refusing to admit his sinister intentions.

Bai Fei shot Hua Xiaoyun a withering glare before going to Mo Qingcheng's side. She retrieved a bottle of medicinal pills from her robes and placed a few in Mo Qingcheng's mouth. One hand rested on Mo Qingcheng's chest, while the other took her pulse.

"Hua Xiaoyun, you despicable scoundrel," Bai Fei spat, her eyes blazing with fury. "You were joking? Why would you use Energy Dissipating Powder if it was just a joke? You're worse than a beast."

Bai Fei may not have liked Mo Qingcheng, but she was still a woman, and Hua Xiaoyun's vile actions revolted her.

"How dare you?" Hua Xiaoyun's demeanor shifted from anger to calculated calmness. "Do you even know who you're talking to?"

"You incompetent degenerate! Who do you think you are? If it weren't for your elder brother, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to speak to me," Bai Fei seethed. As a disciple of Luo He, she held a rather high position and couldn't stomach Hua Xiaoyun's arrogance.

Hua Xiaoyun's face turned crimson with anger, his expression darkening by the second. Inwardly, he seethed, "Wretched woman, if you ever fall into my hands, I'll make sure you taste the depths of hell."

But, he wisely kept his thoughts to himself. Crossing Bai Fei would be unwise, to say the least.

"Yan Qi, hurry and inform our master. Mo Qingcheng's condition appears critical," Bai Fei instructed. Yan Qi nodded and sprinted away.

A soft radiance enveloped Bai Fei as she directed it towards Mo Qingcheng. Warm currents of healing energy flowed into Mo Qingcheng, attempting to alleviate her pain and staunch the bleeding. Bai Fei, however, didn't dare to remove the dagger still embedded in her chest.

Mo Tianlin stood by, trembling with anxiety. The loathing in his gaze as he glared at Hua Xiaoyun spoke volumes about his desire to tear the man limb from limb.

Old Mo arrived as well, his face a picture of displeasure. He was already aware of the situation.

"Old Mo, I apologize. I was merely joking with Qingcheng. I'll compensate your Mo Clan for this," Hua Xiaoyun hurriedly explained, his face shifting from red to pale as he saw Old Mo's anger.

He had witnessed Mo Qingcheng's madness before. What if this elderly man lost his mind and decided to end him on the spot? Even if his elder brother decimated the entire Mo Clan in retaliation, it wouldn't save him. For now, he could only try to pacify Old Mo's rage.

"I suggest, young master Hua, that you stay here in our Mo Clan for the time being," Old Mo declared icily, suppressing the fiery anger burning inside him. It was clear he had misjudged the situation. However, considering Hua Xiaoyun's influential background, he had no choice but to tolerate this for now.

"Don't worry, I will stay here until this matter is resolved," Hua Xiaoyun reluctantly agreed, though his true thoughts remained hidden.

"FATHER, KILL HIM!" Mo Tianlin bellowed in fury, causing Hua Xiaoyun to freeze. His face twisted into a sinister mask as he retorted, "It was just a jest. I believe nothing will happen to Miss Mo. You'd better think carefully before you speak."

"Shut your mouth," Old Mo snapped at Mo Tianlin. Killing Hua Xiaoyun within the Mo Clan's confines would bring destruction upon the entire clan.

Now, all they could do was hope for Mo Qingcheng's safety.

The once tranquil atmosphere of Mo Qingcheng's courtyard was shattered, replaced by a tense aura of unease. Word of her condition quickly spread among those closely tied to the Mo Clan.

Bai Fei poured all her skill into preserving Mo Qingcheng's life. After all, Mo Qingcheng was the disciple most favored by her Master. If she didn't give her all now, she'd surely face her Master's wrath later. Fortunately, through her efforts, Mo Qingcheng's condition finally stabilized.

Now, they could only await the arrival of her Master.

...

Meanwhile, at that very moment, Qin Wentian stood by the flowing creek at the Bamboo Lodge, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he thought of Mo Qingcheng. He wondered what she was doing right now.

Recalling the night when Mo Qingcheng wanted to stay over, warmth filled Qin Wentian's heart. This endearing girl had already given him her heart. He had heard she hadn't left for the Pill Emperor Hall yet; perhaps she was waiting for their final meeting before reluctantly departing.

"Pill Emperor Hall," Qin Wentian mused.

Suddenly, he heard movement behind him. Turning, his face registered bewilderment as he realized it was Nolan. Why would she be here looking for him, especially with such a distressed expression?

"Qin Wentian, something happened to Qingcheng," Nolan cried out, sending a jolt through Qin Wentian's heart. Without hesitation, he dashed towards her.

"What's happened to Qingcheng?" Qin Wentian demanded urgently.

"That scoundrel, Hua Xiaoyun, I heard he had sinister intentions towards Qingcheng. The poor girl tried to take her own life, and now she's unconscious. I tried to see her, but the Mo Clan won't let anyone inside the Mo Residence," Nolan explained, tears filling her eyes. She and Mo Qingcheng were as close as sisters, and not knowing if her friend would survive or not left her deeply distraught.

Buzz. Qin Wentian's mind reeled from Nolan's words, his face twisted in anger and fear. An intense aura of coldness radiated from him, causing Nolan to instinctively step back.

"Qingcheng." Qin Wentian's thoughts were in turmoil. He sprang into the air, demonic Garuda Wings unfurling on his back. His aura grew so icy that Nolan struggled to breathe. With hurricane-like speed, Qin Wentian shot off like a black streak into the distance.

"Hua Xiaoyun," a voice dripping with rage and murderous intent echoed in the air. No words could adequately convey the ice-cold fury that consumed Qin Wentian, mingled with his terror and concern.

It was a sensation similar to when Mo Qingcheng had shielded him from a fatal blow. He had never felt such intense fear before.

Qin Wentian's speed reached an unparalleled level as he streaked towards the Mo Clan. Every moment felt like agony, each second an eternity. Finally, the Mo Residence appeared on the horizon.

Not far behind him, someone else flew towards the same destination. This person was even faster than the frenzied Qin Wentian. Her eyes held boundless depths, as if a single glance could reveal all of Qin Wentian's secrets.

With an air of elegance and an aura of nobility, she transformed into a beam of light, soaring straight into the Mo Residence. The guards didn't dare to block her; her speed was so astonishing that no one could even see her silhouette.

As the Mo Clan's guards witnessed Qin Wentian descending from the skies, several of them took to the air to intercept him. "Outsiders are forbidden entr..."

"Get lost." The words were barely out of their mouths when Demonic Astral Energy surged within Qin Wentian's body, erupting into countless demonic swords that slashed toward the guards. They hurriedly dodged, but in that brief moment of distraction, Qin Wentian disappeared from their sight and had already entered the Mo Residence.

Qin Wentian quickly located Qingcheng's courtyard. As he flew over, his body trembled involuntarily upon seeing her white robes stained with red. Her pale countenance felt like a thousand knives stabbing at his heart.

"Don't disturb my master," Bai Fei coldly stated. It was only then that Qin Wentian realized the woman he had seen earlier was preparing to administer medical treatment to Mo Qingcheng.

"Bai Fei, we're going in." A gentle glow enveloped Mo Qingcheng's body as the woman who had carried her entered the room alongside Bai Fei and other disciples of the Emperor Pill Hall.

Qin Wentian dared not enter, fearing he might disrupt the proceedings. Instead, he could only pray for Mo Qingcheng's recovery.

"What are you doing here?" Old Mo frowned upon seeing Qin Wentian's sudden appearance. However, Qin Wentian didn't respond. Instead, his gaze shifted to Hua Xiaoyun, standing behind Old Mo. A profound sense of murderous intent emanated from him, his eyes growing colder by the moment.

Boom. Qin Wentian moved, advancing steadily toward Hua Xiaoyun. Old Mo's frown deepened as he positioned himself in Qin Wentian's path.

Qin Wentian stared at Old Mo, disbelief and anger flickering in his eyes as he pointed a trembling finger at Hua Xiaoyun. "This monster is the reason Qingcheng is in this state, and you didn't kill him? Instead, you're blocking me?"

"What does my Mo Clan's business have to do with you?" Old Mo snorted, finding Qin Wentian's behavior excessively audacious.

"Well said. Indeed, what does your Mo Clan's business have to do with me? I couldn't care less. But now, Qingcheng is the one who's been hurt." Qin Wentian's voice dripped with coldness, his anger reaching its boiling point. Taking another step forward, he growled, "Old man, get the hell out of my way."