Love & Redemption
Chapter 130: Volume 3 Heartless Xuanji - 37 Betrayal (4)

Chapter 130: Volume 3 Heartless Xuanji Chapter 37 Betrayal (4)

Wu Tong stared at Ruo Yu with a sharp glint in his eyes and let out a cold laugh, "You actually treat me like a fool..."

As soon as his voice fell, the teacup he was holding slammed onto the ground with a clatter, shattering into pieces. Everyone was taken aback, and in the next moment, guards swarmed upon them, encircling the four from all sides. Numerous blades pointed at them, shimmering coldly. Not to mention if Zhong Minyan had myriad Finger Skill techniques, even if there were three more of him, they would still be pierced with holes.

Ruo Yu’s expression subtly changed as she pondered whether she had said something she shouldn’t have. Zhong Minyan’s face paled as he asked in a deep voice, "What does the Deputy Hall Master mean by this?"

Wu Tong replied coldly, "You should be asking yourself what you mean by this. The day before yesterday, I heard an interesting piece of news: even prominent Cultivation Sects have stooped so low as to send spies to infiltrate us and investigate our secrets. Someone had to pretend to be expelled from their sect to blend in. Have you heard this news?"

Zhong Minyan’s eyes flickered slightly, maintaining his composure, and after a long pause, he finally said, "So it seems, Deputy Hall Master’s earlier offer of amnesty was just to mock me?"

Wu Tong did not speak for a moment, scrutinizing him intently, from top to bottom, looking at his stubbornly upturned lips, his slightly trembling Adam’s apple due to nervousness, and his deep eyes that reflected no light.

Such a young man should naturally be bathed in sunlight, be without guile, laugh heartily in simplicity, and walk hand in hand with his beloved girl into old age. Many things are not suitable for him, totally inappropriate for him to do.

After watching for a long while, he revealed a strange smile and said lightly, "It’s not that I don’t trust you, Min Yan. I just don’t like it when people treat me like a fool."

Showing a hint of weariness, he suddenly flicked his finger, and the guards’ blades mercilessly thrust forward, clearly intent on immediately killing them where they stood. Yu Sifeng pulled Xuanji into his arms, using his back to protect her. Zhong Minyan and Ruo Yu, seeing the real fight was about to start, unsheathed their treasure swords and parried without hesitation. The two were disciples of reputable Sects, with rich inner breath; when they brandished their swords, Sword Qi surged, hissing through the air. With just a circular motion, they forced the surrounding guards to retreat several steps.

The guards were not demons; most were disciples who had defected to the Xuanyuan Sect, and generally, they were younger and less skilled, merely relying on superior numbers to initially gain the upper hand. But as soon as the other side began to fight desperately, that slight advantage quickly evaporated. The encirclement was swiftly broken, and Yu Sifeng immediately pushed Xuanji out, instructing her, "Take care of your Second Senior Brother!" After speaking, he joined the battle with his sword.

Xuanji, knowing she was injured and unable to help, immediately ran toward the tightly bound Chen Minjue to untie him. Fortunately, although his body was covered in blood, most of the wounds had already scabbed over and weren’t serious, and his spirits were still high. Once untied, he flexed his numb arms and legs and cursed bitterly, "Damn it! To think I had to suffer such a loss! Son of a bitch!"

Growing up, he had roamed around with ruffians, learning a bellyful of slick and dirty language, but after becoming a disciple of Chu Lei, with his master Yan Wei being strict, he had no choice but to clean up his act. Now burning with rage, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Without concern for Xuanji being nearby, he spewed a string of obscenities without blinking an eye.

Seeing Zhong Minyan and the others engaged in heated combat with the guards, he couldn’t resist the urge to join in, spat on his palms, rubbed them together, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward.

Xuanji quickly stopped him, exclaiming urgently, "Second Senior Brother, you’re still injured! Don’t make things worse by trying to help!"

Chen Minjue turned back with a wry smile, "Hey, little junior sister, that’s not a nice thing to say to someone!"

She said seriously, "I’m not being mean, it’s the truth. In your condition, going there would indeed be making things worse. You should be getting your wounds treated."

"Damn... I hate how blunt she is..."

Chen Minjue muttered to himself, but indeed feeling weak, he obediently crouched down to let Xuanji treat his wounds. Suddenly, he caught sight of Wu Tong sitting in the seat of honor, watching the scene unfold with a smile. Hatred toward Wu Tong had seeped deep into his bones; he had long known Wu Tong was no good, but now his head had been truly stepped on. Unable to restrain himself and seeing Wu Tong’s defenseless, smiling face, a sudden heat surged to his head. He snatched the Bengyu hanging from Xuanji’s waist with one swift motion, intent on pinning him to his chair.

Xuanji hurried to intervene, but she was still a step too late. Wu Tong did not even glance from the corner of his eye; as the sword came close, he suddenly stretched out two fingers and gently pinched it, holding the Bengyu between them with a leisurely pose, as if he were leisurely smoking opium.

Chen Minjue’s face turned pale as he attempted to withdraw his sword, but the two fingers were as immovable as if they were made of steel, and despite several forceful tugs, the sword wouldn’t budge. Realizing his predicament, he immediately let go of the Bengyu and turned to flee, but he was already a step too late. Wu Tong reached out with a long arm, grabbing Chen Minjue by the forehead with a firm grasp, immobilizing him no matter how he struggled to get away.

"Son of a bitch! Fuck you! If you’ve got the balls, kill me! Even as a ghost, I won’t let you be!"

Chen Minjue’s half face was grasped by a palm, like an animal with its head trapped in a sack, flailing helplessly and unable to do anything despite his best efforts. He felt nearly suffocated and, by instinct, started to curse vehemently.

Xuanji’s sword had been snatched away by him and had fallen into Wu Tong’s hands, leaving her unsure of what to do next. The three who were fighting with the guards had already achieved a complete victory. When they turned and saw Chen Minjue captured by Wu Tong, Yu Sifeng immediately stepped forward to help.

Wu Tong gave a cold smile and flung Chen Minjue out forcefully, saying, "Catch!"

Such a large man was tossed carelessly by him and came crashing over. Zhong Minyan was afraid that he would be injured by hitting the wall, so he had to lift his arm to catch him, feeling a sudden heaviness on his arm that almost made him lose his grip. He clutched at Chen Minjue’s belt and stepped back several times until he hit the wall hard, finally stabilizing his position. Inwardly shocked, he wondered how Wu Tong had become so powerful after these few years. Could it be that he had learned some special skill from a demon?

After being thrown so embarrassingly, Chen Minjue didn’t curse anymore. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he was too shocked to speak.

Seeing Zhong Minyan’s pale face yet a calm demeanor, and looking at the guards who had been severely injured by them, Wu Tong immediately clapped his hands and laughed, "Indeed, very good!"

Zhong Minyan stared steadily at him without speaking.

Wu Tong then said, "Both of you are quite talented. Since you want to join, I naturally welcome you very much. But entry isn’t as easy as just saying so. How do I know you’re not spies sent by the Cultivation Sects?"

Zhong Minyan replied softly, "If the Deputy Hall Master has doubts, then we shall not mention this matter."

Wu Tong, seeing him turn to leave, suddenly laughed and said, "Not mentioning it is fine, but that means our deal also fails. Linglong’s soul, along with your fellow apprentice, will remain here. You are free to leave if you wish."

Despicable! Zhong Minyan turned abruptly, glaring straight at him.

Wu Tong looked at him with a smiling face, his luminous eyes shining, and spoke softly, "I am not a benevolent immortal. You may stay if you wish, but you must show your sincerity. If you don’t want to stay, I naturally won’t force you, but don’t even think about taking away what you wanted."

It was only at this moment that everyone realized they had inadvertently fallen into his trap. First, he tempted, then he threatened. If Zhong Minyan and Ruo Yu didn’t join his gang, they could forget about saving people. Xuanji involuntarily clutched the Crystal Bottle in her hand tighter. Linglong’s soul was inside, heavy with the weight of her entire life - something she had finally gotten a hold of. How could she hand it over again!

Zhong Minyan and Ruo Yu exchanged a look, noticing that each other’s faces were even whiter than a sheet of paper. They were unwittingly trapped. From the moment they set foot on Buzhou Mountain... no, from the manhunt by the Five Great Sects for Wu Tong four years ago, the large trap had been set in motion, step by step, until today when they were caught in a dragnet! Such a ruthless mind, such cunning tactics!

Ruo Yu pondered for a long time before saying, "Deputy Hall Master, you want us to show sincerity, but I wonder what would suffice as sincerity?"

Wu Tong’s eyebrows raised slightly, "To make me believe that you are not spies sent by the Cultivation Sects, kill this man for me to see, and I will believe you. And the soul, you can take it with you."

Everyone followed the direction of his finger and saw it was Chen Minjue, pale-faced, clearly still not recovered from the terror he had just experienced. Yet upon hearing these words, his face turned even whiter. He glanced back at Zhong Minyan, and suddenly he began to curse again, "Fuck this! Evil demon ways! Min Yan, don’t listen to his nonsense! It’s only him here; let’s attack together, kill him and break out!"

Zhong Minyan seemed not to have heard, just staring blankly at Wu Tong. He sat in the chair, smiling gently, as if he had not just ordered him to kill a member of his Sect, but rather asked him to do something as trivial as watering flowers.

"So, what is it going to be, Min Yan, Ruo Yu? Have you decided? Kill this man, and from then on, you’ll be my trusted confidants, and Linglong’s soul will be yours to take. If you don’t kill him, forget about the soul, and as for you two... Expelled from your Sect, feel free to wander the world."

Zhong Minyan stood in silence for a while, then finally moved, turning to look at Chen Minjue without saying a word. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available there, support the author, support genuine reading!)