Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 336 - 336 73 Deep Hatred_2

Chapter 336: Chapter 73: Deep Hatred_2 Chapter 336: Chapter 73: Deep Hatred_2 “Big Brother, you must know, based on the intelligence we have, this gentle kid possesses a gift that is unmatched in the world. Moreover, he is from the Qin country, and is certainly a seed of the future that Great Qin holds in high regard. It is for this reason that we have circulated rumors of his potential for achievement rivaling that of venerable Qing Ming. A future like this is something that the other six countries absolutely dread… Now we will see how well this works.” Mo Yuanqing tried to console his elder brother.

“Has there been any word of people being interested?”

“We don’t have any concrete information, but that’s to be expected. Who would readily expose their intentions? But it’s certain that some of them are intrigued.”

“What I want now is concrete information!”

“There’s no way to confirm this sort of thing, we can only wait!”

Mo Yuanqing said, “Wait until three months later!”

“So, isn’t our trip here in vain? What are we here for? Just to spread rumors? Is that where our hope lies?”

Mo Yuantu glared at his younger brother, his eyes bloodshot.

Mo Yuanqing wanted to say that if they didn’t come, there would be nobody to circulate the rumors at all.

But seeing his elder brother on the brink of a breakdown, possibly descending into madness at any time, he couldn’t bring himself to speak those words.

He said, “Big Brother, all we need to do is make those who view Great Qin as the enemy, those who wouldn’t want a stronger Great Qin, aware of this. No one can erase this possibility from their minds. If they perceive a longstanding threat, they will act to eliminate it ahead of time. If the gentle child dies during his training, then we are sure to be credited! It will certainly be because of our actions. It’s as though we are the ones burying him ourselves. Rest assured, Big Brother, this kid is destined to die!”

Mo Yuantu angrily struck the rock with his fist, “But I want to kill him with my own hands! I want to dismember his body and grind his bones to dust, make sure he never returns!”

“…”

Mo Yuanqing could only stay silent.

How much I want to kill this gentle kid personally… But you just said it yourself – we don’t even know who he is, what his name is, what his body looks like, not even one tiny clue about him… How would we confirm?

Our only conjecture now is that this gentle kid is possibly the son or apprentice of Sky Stealer.

And Sky Stealer is now in Yuezhou!

According to Mo Yuanqing’s advice, everyone should stay in Yuezhou and pursue Sky Stealer with all their might. If they capture Sky Stealer, the gentle boy’s true identity will naturally be revealed.

However, Mo Yuantu adamantly disagreed and, even if he knew that nothing would come out of it, he insistently chased after him all the way to Wutong Mountain!

His heart was already filled with hatred, disregarding right from wrong, gains and losses. The only solace is in killing, in bloodshed!

Now the entire heart of Mo Yuantu had already gone thoroughly demoniac, accepting a smidgen of his younger brother Mo Yuanqing’s advice, keeping the rest… at arm’s length!

Mo Yuantu stared in the distance at the entrance of Mt. Wutong, shrouded in heavy fog. Men in black floated out one by one, blending into the fog.

Each time one disappeared, Mo Yuantu growled through clenched teeth, “This guy may well be the gentle one!”

As another disappears, “This one is certainly the gentle one, definitely!”

A dozen or so in a row.

“The gentle one must be among them.”

The more people entered the fog.

Mo Yuantu’s eyes became even more bloodshot, “It is clear that if we just kill all the Gold Rank assassins this time round, that gentle boy couldn’t escape either!”

“Gentle one! Gentle one!”

“Gentle one, oh, gentle one!”

“I fucking want to wipe out your entire family, I want to desecrate your ancestral graves, I want to grind you to dust, curse the eighteen generations of your ancestors to rest in peace, die in resentment…”

Mo Yuantu bit angrily into the large rock in front of him, as though he was gnawing at the flesh and blood of the gentle kid. The large rock had bite marks all over it…

“…”

The more Mo Yuanqing watched, the more frightened he became, the more he looked, the more in shock he was. Big Brother… seems to have really gone insane.

…

From the early hours of the tenth day to the early hours of the eleventh day, at least a thousand people had already entered, with no unexpected events occurring in between.

Feng Yin finally stood up, deciding to embark on the journey.

“I’m going in now.”

“Be absolutely careful.”

Sky Stealer hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ll wait for you at Yuezhou.”

“Okay.”

Feng Yin smiled. Sky Stealer’s sharp mind had accurately assessed from various clues that Feng Yin would be based in Yuezhou.

However, based on their interaction, Feng Yin developed a decent impression of the old man. Having another follower and protector wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Feng Yin took out a maple leaf from his pocket. The leaf possessed a spiritual power unique to the Iron Bone Maple.

It was the very Iron Bone Maple leaf he had obtained earlier.

Feng Yin infused it with Spiritual Transformation Technique and put it on his face. The maple leaf turned into a mask that perfectly covered Feng Yin’s face, just like a natural skin growth, without any flaw in sight.

This method resulted from many trials. Using the Iron Bone Maple to transform one’s appearance could even fool the Nine Colors Supreme!

However…

Sky Stealer watched this scene, getting a huge shock, then felt a heart wrenching sentiment.

This…this was a legendary treasured maple- the Iron Bone Maple!

Who in their right mind would ever use it like this?

I… I feel like I’ve been force-fed three tons of lemons…

Legend has it that such an artifact is blessed with the luck of destiny. If it were placed in a clan’s temple or buried in an ancestral graveyard, it could slowly turn a small family into an accomplished and prosperous lineage.

Even achieving supreme authority might be possible.

If one wore it, they’d effectively be protected from evil spirits, toxins, and even ghosts would flee from its aura!

And to think such a destiny-altering treasure is being used as a mere mask?!

Is this something a human could do?

Well, maybe not a human, but an immortal… The gentleman in front of me has given the answer!

My imagination is indeed limited by my lack of wealth…

My experience, my thinking, it’s still in need of some shaping!

Tears streamed down Sky Stealer’s face as he contemplated with emotion.

“See you again in Yuezhou.”

With a slight nod of his head, Feng Yin transformed into a wisp of blue smoke, leisurely floating out. He swiftly took a sharp turn in the air and vanished using the “Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day” technique.

A residual image rapidly rushed toward the foggy region of Wutong Mountain.

Sky Stealer respectfully stood up, gave a bow, and saw off his teacher as he began his training. Witnessing the superhuman actions of an immortal only cemented his solid approval. Sky Stealer kept watching until his eyes blurred, let out a light sigh, and slowly disappeared into the shadows, setting off towards home and quietly waiting for their next meeting.

…

In just a few leaps, Feng Yin reached the foot of the small mountain where he had been hiding and headed straight towards Wutong Mountain. He moved like a wisp of blue smoke, unbelievably fast.

As he crossed a valley, he faintly noticed that there seemed to be someone lurking there. However, Feng Yin did not pay attention to it and flew straight across.

At the mouth of the valley.

Mo Yuantu grabbed the edge of the cliff and watched as a figure floated past, close at hand. He said sharply, “That’s definitely Gentleman! I can’t be wrong, I can’t be wrong!”

Next to him, Mo Yuanqing sighed, “Brother, let’s go home.”

My older brother has gone mad, he must be mad.

“That man, that was definitely Gentleman! It’s him!”

Mo Yuantu glared at Feng Yin’s departing figure and hissed, “I can feel it, I particularly, particularly despise this guy!”

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