The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 1110 - 1104: The Transaction

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1104: The Transaction

In the cold wind, the snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually covering the ground in a layer of white.

Jin Mocong slowly said, "I’ll tell you what you want to know, but you must promise me one thing."

Jin Zijin stood on the opposite side, his expression calm, and said, "That depends on the value of what you’re going to say, and whether the thing you want me to promise will put me in a difficult position."

Jin Mocong said urgently, "What I have to say is definitely valuable, no matter if it’s for your status as the senior disciple of Tianzong or your identity as part of the Jin Imperial Clan. What I’m going to tell you will be of great help to you. And the thing I’m asking you to promise, for you, is merely lifting a finger, you will surely not find it difficult."

"Oh? Then tell me what it is first."

Jin Mocong said, "After I die..." He glanced back at the rag-clad people behind him and continued, "If they are willing to surrender, spare them. For those who stubbornly resist, kill them. Let Madam go, and also Jin Ziyuan. Madam is but a mere woman; she poses no threat to you. Jin Ziyuan has no troops, he can’t stir up any trouble either, and for him, the greatest enemy isn’t you guys."

Jin Zijin nodded in agreement, saying, "Fine, I promise you."

With this, Jin Mocong felt relieved.

He looked at the snowflakes in the sky and smiled faintly; they had lost, in fact, they had long since lost. Beaten by underestimating Jin Moning far too much, beaten by trusting that person.

He sometimes thought, how wonderful it would have been if the person who drew ’death’ back then had been himself instead of his third brother.

Sometimes, the person who dies is not the most miserable; the one who lives, especially the one like him who survives carrying the hopes of everyone, who survives bearing all the hatred, is truly the most wretched.

Fortunately, all was about to end. He was sorry to them; he had merely struggled to survive for a more than ten years.

In the distance, two groups of troops had been confronting each other for a long time.

The heavy snow had turned the nearby hills into a vast white expanse, the soldiers’ boots were now covered by the snow, and many were shivering with cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Mocong made his move, drawing the curved saber from his waist.

Xiao Jinfei’s expression changed with shock, he raised his hand, ready to give the order at any moment.

Just then, Jin Zijin made his move as well, wielding a long halberd.

Amidst the swirling snow, the two moved with extreme speed, quickly clashing together.

If the fight were on horseback, the long halberd would undoubtedly be at an advantage. However, on the ground, the curved saber would be handier.

There’s an old saying that an inch longer is an inch stronger, and an inch shorter is an inch riskier. It refers to how different weapons perform differently based on their environment.

Jin Zijin had a dagger, which was more suitable for close combat, but he did not use it.

Even so, his long halberd quickly knocked away Jin Mocong’s curved saber.

Jin Mocong stepped back several times to steady himself; he was not surprised at how quickly he was defeated by Jin Zijin.

How could common folk compare with the martial techniques of the Dao Sect?

There were but two people in this world who could beat Jin Zijin, but the life-or-death situation of those two individuals was presently unknown.

Jin Zijin’s long halberd rested in front of Jin Mocong’s neck; with just a push forward, his neck would immediately have a gaping wound.

Jin Mocong closed his eyes, waiting for the long halberd to pierce through.

"Hold on!" At that moment, a man in armor, also bearing a long halberd, made his way over with difficulty.

His armor, from many days of battle, was somewhat damaged, and his face was also marred with a lot of bloodstains.