Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 330 Borrowing a Knife to Kill Someone! (1 more)

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 Borrowing a Knife to Kill Someone! (1 more)

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

Outside the Heavenly Position Academy, within a luxurious tavern’s private room, Moo Lin was clutching a wine pot, gulping down one drink after another in frustration.

"Young Prince, why did you leave so suddenly? Just give the command, and our men will immediately take care of that kid!"

The top henchman Yan Chong, who always followed Moo Lin, was also a wastrel from a big family in the Imperial City. He often accompanied Moo Lin in wrongdoing and bullying, sparing no evil deed.

"Shut up! The Ninth Prince was right there on the field. You try laying a finger on him!"

Moo Lin furrowed his brows, his face filled with fury, as he heavily pounded the wine pot on the table and then lifted it to his mouth, taking big, angry gulps.

"Young Prince, heavy drinking is bad for your health!" Yan Chong quickly tried to stop Moo Lin, then asked, "Young Prince, are you saying that the Ninth Prince was in the Book Collection Pavilion at that time?"

"No shit, if the Prince hadn’t been there, you think I could have tolerated such an affront?"

Moo Lin was irritated to the point of itching teeth. "The Ninth Prince has always been mysterious. Who would have thought he’d appear at the Heavenly Position Academy this time, and it seems he was even together with that little bastard!"

Indeed, Moo Lin was from the Royal Family, a Royal Noble, but the Ninth Prince, he was from the Royal Family!

A direct descendant of the Imperial Emperor of the Empire, fundamentally different from the offspring of the Princes like him.

The bloodline of the Princes was the most authentic and noble of the Royal Family lineage.

Even if the Ninth Prince was in disguise, the oppressive presence of that authentic bloodline on those of the collateral lines was unmistaken by Moo Lin.

"It’s outrageous! I, a dignified Young Prince, was publicly slapped by that bastard, yet I had to swallow my anger and say nothing, dammit! That kid deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

The more Moo Lin spoke, the angrier he became, and with the Ninth Prince covering for Ling Feng, he had nowhere to unleash his frustration.

"Young Prince, to deal with such lowlifes, why does a Prince like you need to get your hands dirty?" A sinister smile crept over Yan Chong’s face as he calmly suggested, "We can simply use a borrowed knife to kill our target, letting someone else be the scapegoat. That way, even if the Ninth Prince blames us, it wouldn’t be directly linked to us, don’t you agree?"

"A borrowed knife to kill? Hire an assassin?" Moo Lin turned and glared at Yan Chong. "Are you retarded? The Heavenly Position Academy is brimming with experts. What kind of assassin could sneak in there? Even if they could, do you think I can afford it?"

An assassin who could bypass the various deans of the Heavenly Position Academy would at least be at a Half-step Emperor level, right?

Hiring such an expert to kill a mere someone in the Qi Condensation Realm?

Setting aside whether they would agree to the job, even if they were willing, being a Young Prince without the certainty of inheriting the throne, where would he get the funds to hire an assassin of the Half-step Emperor level?

"Please, Young Prince, calm yourself."

Yan Chong was inwardly contemptuous, thinking this ’Young Prince’ clearly had the brains of a swine, yet dared to scold him?

With a wide grin, he said, "Young Prince, what I meant was we could engage those strong-willed and temperamental A-class Disciples to take action. We don’t necessarily need them to kill the kid, just find an excuse to cripple him, and it would be as simple as playing. Once he’s crippled, he naturally can’t stay at the Heavenly Position Academy. When he’s expelled, won’t he be at our mercy to do with as we please?"

"Hahaha, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Moo Lin’s spirits lifted at once, "You sly dog, you’ve got quite a mind on you."

"Hardly, hardly. My little wit pales in comparison to even one-thousandth of yours, Young Prince!" Yan Chong was bootlicking to an unconscionable degree.

"Hahaha..." Moo Lin, completely lacking in self-awareness, was thrilled at the thought of soon crushing Ling Feng, the "riff-raff," and his mood soared. He bellowed, "Yan Chong, where are the girls you’ve prepared for this prince? Hmph, since I couldn’t get my revenge today, I’ll have to vent my anger on those girls!"

"That’s right, that’s right." Yan Chong clapped his hands, and two flamboyantly dressed courtesans came forward.

"This humble one is Mudan."

"This humble one is Zi Yaan."

The two charming and flirtatious women leaned against Moo Lin as if they were boneless, their faces full of smiles.

"Hmph, nothing but vulgar and cheap powder, not one-thousandth as good as Qin Wanwan!"

Moo Lin snorted, but still took one woman in each arm, pulling them close, and even boldly began to grope one of them.

"Enjoy yourself, Young Prince. I won’t disturb your enjoyment," Yan Chong said with a grin.

"Get lost, get lost!"

Moo Lin impatiently threw himself onto a woman, but usually, he would become vigorous and enter the mood immediately, yet today...

No response!

Not a trace of response!

No matter how hard the two courtesans tried, Moo Lin was just limp and lifeless, without any reaction or even a hint of sensation!

"How can this be, how can this be!"

Moo Lin panicked, a cold sweat breaking out. For a lecherous spirit like him, impotence was a fate a thousand times worse than death!

"It must be because of that damned Ling Feng, making this prince completely uninterested. Yes, that has to be it!"

Moo Lin clenched his fist, his otherwise decent face twisted in rage.

"Yo... Young Prince..."

The older courtesan named Mudan, whose wrist was already feeling sore, lifted her head to look at Moo Lin with an innocent expression and whispered, "Young Prince, it seems you’re not really in the mood. Maybe next time, next time we sisters can serve you!"

"Nonsense!"

Moo Lin’s face reddened with rage, and he slammed his palm down on the table, "Clearly it’s the two of you, with your vulgar charms, who are completely unable to arouse my interest."

"Yes, yes, it’s our fault, I suppose."

The other courtesan named Zi Yaan glanced at Moo Lin with contempt and muttered quietly, "If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. No need to put on a show."

"Zi Yaan, don’t talk nonsense!" Mudan was startled, knowing well that they were dealing with the Young Prince, and afraid of the trouble that might follow.

"What did you say?" Moo Lin delivered a slap across Zi Yaan’s face, "Get out! Get out!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Mudan, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly pulled Zi Yaan, trying to quickly leave the room.

"Wait!"

A cold light flashed in Moo Lin’s eyes. If he let these two courtesans go today, wouldn’t the news about his impotence spread?

How would he then face others at the pleasure places in the Imperial City?

"You... Young Prince, what do you intend to do?"

Mudan, having dealt with countless people, had a bad feeling looming in her heart.

"You haven’t received your reward yet, what’s the rush?"

Moo Lin squinted his eyes, smiled faintly, and took out two Luminous Pearls from his Spirit Storage Ring, saying lightly, "This prince is not one to enjoy the company of ladies without paying for it."

"Thank you, Young Prince, thank you." Mudan hurriedly bowed and came forward to receive the Luminous Pearls, her face beaming with joy.

Unfortunately, the next moment, her neck was pierced by Moo Lin’s finger, and she fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, her eyes wide open in death.

"Ah!"

Seeing this scene, Zi Yaan screamed in shock, and in the next moment, her head was smashed by Moo Lin’s hand, her body rigid in a pool of blood.

The guards and the henchman Yan Chong of the Prince Mansion, who were stationed around, immediately rushed into the room. Seeing the two bodies on the floor, they all froze in place.

"Humph, a pair of assassins tried to sneak attack this prince. Dispose of the bodies and make sure there’s no leakage of information!" Moo Lin said with a stern face and an icy tone.

"Yes!"

Yan Chong’s forehead broke out in a silent sweat. These two women were clearly courtesans from the Lichun Pavilion, with no cultivation whatsoever, even having served him in the past.

But since Moo Lin had spoken, he dared not say more and ordered the bodies to be disposed of.

Seeing the bloodstained floor, naturally, there was no mood left, and he returned to the Heavenly Position Academy early.