novelapdf Chapter 148 The Death of Jiang Mu
Chapter 148 The Death of Jiang Mu
Jiang Mu was stunned.
Are we people from Huzhou City?
He glanced at the embarrassed Zhu Chang beside him and finally understood why the guy had looked so constipated earlier.
So it's like "the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple"?
No, that's not right.
Only four halls came from Huzhou City this time.
He is here by himself.
Although Yan Fenghuo and Xu Fu are sometimes unreliable, they would never do such a despicable thing.
So, let's eliminate all the impossibilities.
Even if the remaining one is outrageous, it is still the truth.
Jiang Mu narrowed her eyes and asked coldly, "Are they subordinates of Wen He from the Third Hall?"
"Um."
Ming Cuicui nodded vigorously.
Jiang Mu was speechless.
Is Wenhe treating "monster stealing" as a family tradition?
How come I can't shake this habit of eating shit no matter where I go?
When they arrived, Tian Wenjing deliberately separated the two and assigned them to different defense zones to prevent them from clashing.
Unexpectedly, the world is so small, and friction still occurred.
It seems that he and Wenhe are destined to be a pair of star-crossed lovers, locked in a life-or-death struggle.
"Okay, I understand."
Without a word, Jiang Mu stood up, grabbed the straw raincoat hanging on the wall and put it on, picked up his sword and said to Ming Cuicui and the other woman:
"Go, gather everyone in the camp, and come with me!"
Ming Cuicui and Zhu Chang were both stunned.
Although Ming Cuicui was furious and came to complain, she didn't really expect Jiang Mu to do anything.
After all, the other party was Jiang Mu's colleague, and that relationship was undeniable.
She just wanted to vent her frustrations.
But judging from this situation...
Are we going to start a fight?
Zhu Chang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
Good guy!
Leading outsiders to fight against our own people?
This Master Jiang is indeed a ruthless person, going to such lengths to uphold justice rather than personal connections?
"What are you all standing there for? Go and call for help!"
Seeing the two of them in a daze, Jiang Mu shouted coldly.
Zhu Chang snapped out of his daze, quickly replied "Yes," and turned to run out of the house to call for help.
Ming Cuicui hesitated for a moment, looking at Jiang Mu's cold profile, and whispered:
"Master... how about we just forget about it? Actually... we didn't really lose anything, just a few low-level demons..."
The little girl was starting to regret it.
He was afraid that his complaint might cause some trouble and implicate Jiang Mu.
"What's there to calculate?"
Jiang Mu tied the belt of his raincoat, looked at her, and smiled faintly.
"Now that I am your acting leader, you are my people."
If my men are being bullied and I don't even dare to utter a sound, what kind of leader am I? I might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.
No matter what, we have to get our revenge today!
Soon, all the personnel stationed at the site were mobilized.
Although they didn't understand why, seeing Jiang Mu's cold expression and Ming Cuicui and the others' indignant looks, they knew that something had happened.
They all put on raincoats, took their weapons, and stood solemnly in the rain.
In another relatively secluded courtyard, Yang Tianci, who was recuperating by the window, was startled by the commotion outside and frowned as he asked:
"What's going on? Such a commotion? Has the demon army attacked?"
A subordinate responsible for gathering information ran back and reported:
"Master, we've found out. It wasn't the demon army. It seems that Ming Cuicui's team was bullied by another Demon Slayer Division team during their patrol today, and their spoils were stolen. Master Jiang is gathering men to go and cause trouble."
"Whom are you going to cause trouble for?" Yang Tianci asked, intrigued.
The subordinate looked puzzled and said:
"I heard that it was the people from Huzhou City who bullied Ming Cuicui and the others."
Yang Tianci was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and muttered under his breath:
"Is this kid crazy? Fighting his own people? He really is a mad dog, biting anyone he can get his hands on."
He shook his head and dismissed his subordinates.
He limped back to the bedside, leaning on his crutches, and lay down dejectedly.
The injury on his leg was still throbbing, which made him irritable.
Just then.
A faint, pleasant fragrance suddenly wafted into my nostrils.
Before Yang Tianci could react, a figure had appeared in front of his bed.
She was a woman in her forties.
She was much taller than the average woman, almost the same height as a man.
She wore a simple, light gray outfit with a matching cloak. While not exceptionally beautiful, she had delicate features and a high nose bridge, exuding a unique charm characteristic of a woman.
She was looking at him with a smile, her eyes filled with affection:
"A gift from heaven."
"aunt!?"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Yang Tianci was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with wild joy.
This woman was his father's older sister, named Yang Feifei.
He was once a genius disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but later left the sect for unknown reasons.
Because his father was busy with official duties and his mother passed away early, his aunt took care of him from childhood to adulthood.
In his heart, his aunt was as close as his biological mother.
He excitedly tried to get up, but the woman gently pressed his shoulder and said softly:
"Don't move, you're still injured, just lie down."
Hearing these gentle and caring words, Yang Tianci's pent-up grievances from the past few days instantly erupted.
His eyes reddened, and tears almost fell. He grabbed the woman's hand and sobbed, "..."
"Auntie, you've finally come! You have no idea how badly your nephew was bullied!"
That beast Jiang Mu, relying on his abilities, doesn't take our Yang family seriously at all!
He broke my leg and humiliated me in public. I can't swallow this insult. Aunt, you must do me justice! I want him dead! I want to tear him to pieces!
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his hatred almost overflowing from his eyes.
Yang Feifei listened quietly, and only after he had vented did she reach out and gently stroke his disheveled hair, saying softly:
"Your aunt received your letter in the capital and knew you had been wronged, so she rushed over here."
Don't worry, with your aunt here, no one will dare to bully anyone from the Yang family. Your aunt will help you get revenge for this."
"Where's Dad?"
Yang Tianci sniffed and asked, "Why didn't Father come?"
"His Majesty has issued a secret decree to the Imperial Guards, seemingly to carry out some important mission in secret."
Yang Feifei explained,
"Your father left the capital some time ago and has been hiding his whereabouts. Even I don't know where he went, and he hasn't returned yet. But don't worry, your aunt is more than enough to deal with a mere Demon Slayer Hall Master."
As she spoke, she gently stroked Yang Tianci's hair, her eyes filled with doting affection.
Yang Tianci felt greatly relieved and warmed.
Suddenly, he realized something, looked up in surprise at the woman's face, and exclaimed:
"Auntie, your aura...you've broken through to the seventh realm?!"
Yang Feifei smiled and nodded, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes:
"You're lucky; you just broke through to the Star Realm a few days ago. And it's all thanks to the divine artifact your father left you; otherwise, you might not have been able to snatch that star position this time."
Seven Realms!
This signifies truly entering the ranks of high-level cultivators.
He is a powerful being who possesses the positions of the Twenty-Eight Mansions!
While others were unaware, Yang Tianci knew that his aunt had been secretly preparing for years to seize the position of the "Pepper" star in the "Ji Shui Bao" constellation. The "Ji Shui Bao" constellation is the seventh of the seven constellations of the Azure Dragon in the East.
There are four star officials in total.
They are respectively 【箕】, 【糠】, and 【杵】.
Upon hearing this, Yang Tianci was first taken aback, then overjoyed, a sickly blush rising on his pale face from excitement.
Congratulations, Auntie! Congratulations, Auntie!
With the information your father has secretly gathered for you over the years regarding other star positions, Aunt, you will surely be able to follow the clues and find the cultivators of the two star officials, [Ji] and [Kang], and seize their star cores.
At that time, Auntie will be able to gather the power of the three great star officials, [Ji Shui Bao], and obtain the complete constellation!
He became more and more excited as he talked.
More importantly, with Auntie having attained the seventh realm and greatly increased in strength, dealing with that damned Jiang Mu would be a piece of cake.
Seeing the renewed light in her nephew's eyes, Yang Feifei's smile deepened. She reached out and gently touched his cold cheek, her movements tender, yet her gaze was unfathomable.
"The fact that I was able to obtain this [Pegodon] star position by chance this time was somewhat due to trickery, and my foundation is not very solid."
When a star is newly formed, it is like a new sprout, most susceptible to external disturbances, and even at risk of falling at any time...
Fortunately, my aunt had made preparations in advance and prepared a very important treasure.
Only with it can this celestial position truly be stabilized.
"What treasure?"
Yang Tianci asked curiously.
Yang Feifei smiled sweetly, her slender, white fingers sliding down his cheek and gently touching the tip of Yang Tianci's nose.
"That treasure is both far away and right before your eyes. It's you, little fellow."
"I?"
Yang Tianci was completely bewildered.
"Yes, it's you."
Yang Feifei's voice was so soft, like she was humming a lullaby.
"When you were ten years old, your aunt placed a carefully refined [Wolf Heart Jade] inside you and nurtured it for you."
After all, you, little one, possess a rare "pure yang locking yin" constitution, making you most suitable for nurturing something of such extreme yang that requires yin energy for balance." As she spoke, a strange light flashed in her eyes:
"Your eccentric and domineering, irritable and easily angered nature is actually influenced to some extent by this jade."
Now that the jade has been properly nurtured and my aunt has attained her star rank, it's time... to take it back.
Yang Tianci was stunned, and felt a vague sense of unease.
"My dear nephew, all these years your aunt has treated you like her own son, even better than her own flesh and blood. Now that your aunt has done the right thing, you should repay your aunt, shouldn't you?"
Yang Feifei leaned down, almost touching Yang Tianci's ear, her breath sweet as orchids.
"Don't worry, I will definitely keep my promise to you. As for Jiang Mu, I will kill him with my own hands to avenge you." Hearing these words, the blank look on Yang Tianci's face gradually froze.
He looked at the familiar and beautiful face in front of him, at those eyes that were usually full of doting affection, but now revealed madness and greed. An unprecedented chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
The other person's gaze was as if they were looking at a fattened pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"Auntie, Auntie stands..."
Yang Tianci's voice began to tremble, his body involuntarily shrank back, and his face turned pale. "My father... my father loves me very much..." He tried to bring up his father as his last straw.
"Silly child."
Yang Feifei sighed, a hint of pity in her eyes.
"Your father...he knew from the very beginning."
boom!
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Yang Tianci's head, completely shattering his last psychological defenses.
"No...it's impossible..."
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to roar, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.
A force gripped his throat and imprisoned his entire body's meridians and bones.
He was so paralyzed that he couldn't even move a single finger.
He could only watch helplessly as his aunt's familiar yet unfamiliar face slowly approached and reached out to his chest.
Fifteen minutes later.
The room was deathly silent.
Yang Feifei's face was rosy and radiant, as if she had just consumed a highly nourishing food.
In her jade-like palm, she held something that was still throbbing slightly.
At first glance, it looks like a bloody heart.
But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of jade that was entirely blood red.
The jade was heart-shaped, its surface covered with eerie, blood-red patterns, seemingly breathing as if it were alive, radiating an eerie yet alluring luster. [Wolf Heart Jade]
And on the bed.
Yang Tianci stared wide-eyed at the sky, as if all moisture and life had been drained from him. His skin clung tightly to his bones, giving it a dull, waxy yellow hue.
It was as shriveled as a corpse that had been dried out for many years.
There was a shocking, gaping hole in his chest.
Yang Feifei closed her eyes, a satisfied expression on her face, then opened her mouth and swallowed the warm [Wolf Heart Jade] from her palm. "Boom!"
In an instant, a faint crimson glow emanated from her body, making her skin even more translucent and radiant.
She quickly formed a hand seal, placed it against the location of her dantian (energy center), closed her eyes, concentrated, and guided the abundant pure energy within the Wolf Heart Jade to completely merge with her dantian.
The previously somewhat unstable aura of the Seventh Realm instantly became as solid as a mountain.
A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
She opened her palm.
There appeared a wisp of pitch-black, twisting, and struggling black energy.
"Is this kid holding a grudge?"
Yang Feifei's gaze flickered as she glanced at the lifeless corpse on the bed, and said softly,
"What a heavy burden of resentment."
"Fine, since I promised to avenge you, I won't go back on my word. I'll use this wisp of resentment on your behalf."
She flipped her wrist.
A strange little book, only two inches long but three centimeters thick, appeared in my hand.
This book is neither paper nor silk, but rather seems to be cast from metal, radiating a chilling light and flowing with an ancient and desolate sword aura.
This is the secret causal killing treasure passed down by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
[The Sword Manual of Cause and Effect, Retribution and Revenge]!
Take a wisp of resentment, seek a cause and effect, offer it as a sacrifice with your sword, and search for the soul across a thousand miles!
Yang Feifei activated her star power, and the sword book opened with a rustling sound, moving without wind.
She pressed the wisp of black energy belonging to Yang Tianci from her palm into the book. The black energy spread like ink, twisting and wandering on the blank pages, finally transforming into a line of blood-red characters filled with murderous intent.
"Today, Jiang Mu will be killed!"
As the final stroke was completed, the sword-shaped calligraphy trembled and emitted a sword's cry.
Yang Feifei's face also paled for a moment.
Her breathing became noticeably weaker, and more cold sweat seeped from her forehead.
Clearly, even with her seventh-level cultivation, activating such a secret technique involving cause and effect would consume an enormous amount of energy.
She closed her eyes and shut the sword book.
"Go."
He gently flicked his finger along the spine of the sword.
"Buzz"
A sword rang out.
That page of the book unexpectedly fell off by itself, turning into a stream of light that pierced through the roof and disappeared into the vast sky.
Goodbye, Jiang Mu.
On the other side, in the mountains and forests.
Jiang Mu was leading Ming Cuicui, Zhu Chang, and a group of imposing subordinates, rushing towards Wen He's camp.
Coincidentally, just as they reached a dense forest halfway up the mountain, they bumped into Wen He, who was returning from an inspection with his subordinates.
It's like enemies meeting on a narrow road.
Upon seeing Jiang Mu's face, Wen He's brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.
He instinctively didn't want to deal with this troublesome person, so he pretended not to see him and prepared to take a detour with his men.
"stop!"
Jiang Mu, however, let out a cold shout, blocking the middle of the road, and said coldly:
"Wenhe, what do you mean? You think you're okay just because you're avoiding me? Are you trying to bully me in some roundabout way?"
Wen He was taken aback by his abrupt questioning, then his anger flared, his face darkened, and he said in a cold voice:
"Hey Jiang, what's gotten into you again? I'm on patrol today, I don't have time to argue with you! At least think twice before causing trouble!"
"Am I looking for trouble?"
Jiang Mu scoffed, her tone full of sarcasm.
"You deliberately let your subordinates steal our credit, and now you're pretending to be innocent? Wenhe, aren't you tired of this trick? Do you really think I, Jiang Mu, am made of clay, that you can mold me however you want?"
Wenhe frowned:
"What do you mean by stealing your credit? I've been busy setting up defenses these past few days and haven't given any such order. Don't make baseless accusations."
"Whether it's slander or not, you know it in your heart."
Jiang Mu said coldly, "This saves me the trouble of confronting your men. You're the kind of person who loves doing these kinds of shady things. You were like this in Huzhou City, and now you're still the same old dog in Yan City!"
Seeing Jiang Mu speak with such certainty, and seeing the indignant expressions on the faces of the people from Fazhou City behind him, Wen He was filled with doubt and apprehension.
While burning with anger, a hint of doubt also arose.
He turned to his subordinates behind him and shouted sternly, "What's going on?"
Among the crowd, two demon slayers shrank back, looking somewhat flustered.
After some inquiry, it turned out that there really was such a thing.
After listening to the report, Wen He turned to Jiang Mu and said, "Jiang Mu, I have already found out."
That demon's lair was clearly discovered by my men first!
They left a mark to find help, but when they returned, they found that your people had beaten them to it.
"We were merely reclaiming the spoils we discovered, and my men said they only took the demon corpse, without harming a single hair on your people! How can this be called robbery?"
"fart!"
Jiang Mu sneered repeatedly, "Who saw you leave any marks? Did they write your name on the ground?"
We killed the demons, we shed the blood, and you just say you discovered it with a few words?
"You still dare to distort the truth? Wenhe, is your skin made of a city wall?"
Seeing that Jiang Mu was clearly trying to cause trouble, Wen He completely lost his temper.
New and old grudges surged into his heart, and he pointed at Jiang Mu, trembling with anger:
"Jiang Mu! Don't push your luck. Do you really think I, Wen He, am afraid of you?"
Even a clay figure has a temper. Believe me, if you push me too far, I'll kill you!
Having been suppressed in Huzhou City, he felt extremely frustrated throughout the journey, and upon arriving in Yan City, he was still subjected to insults and abuse.
Wenhe is like a powder keg that could explode at any moment.
Jiang Mu stepped forward, her eyes filled with disdain:
"OK!
I'm not leaving until you return the demon corpse today!
"If you're really capable of killing me, then do it now, hack at me here!"
He pointed to his chest.
Wenhe's face was ashen, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword hilt bulged.
If he backs down and returns the demon corpse in front of so many subordinates, how will he lead the team in the future? Where will his authority be?
"You one!!"
Wenhe roared, his longsword half-drawn, exuding a murderous aura.
At that very moment of heightened tension...
suddenly.
The air between the two seemed to ripple slightly.
Then, without any warning, space seemed to be torn open by an invisible force, leaving a hair-thin gap.
"call out!"
A strange little sword, only an inch long and resembling folded pages of a book, shot out from the gap.
The target is Jiang Mu's heart!
The speed is extremely fast.
Wenhe's roar was still stuck in his throat, Jiang Mu's sneer was still on his lips, and Ming Cuicui and the others were still glaring angrily.
"Pfft!"
The small sword pierced straight through Jiang Mu's chest, sending up a spray of tragically beautiful blood.