Otherworldly Evil Monarch - chapter-260
~ The Li Residence ~
Li You Ran was alone inside his room. A small portrait hung in front.
The person in the picture had bright eyes and white teeth. As it so
happened, it was a portrait of a smiling Princess Ling Meng. Li You Ran
was worthy of being called a genius amongst members of his generation in
the Tian Xiang Empire. He had drawn that lifelike image of Princess Ling
Meng on his own. He had based it on that profound image of hers which he
had stored in his mind.
However, Li You Ran’s eyes were shrouded with pain… [The operation
must have begun… presumably…]
[Ling Meng… ]
Li You Ran looked up, and then resolutely closed his eyes. Suddenly, a
yell arrived on his lips… it had come from the bottom of his heart. The
sound was similar to the howl of an injured beast that neared its death;
it sounded coarse and sad. He then ferociously started to punch the wall
with his fist in anguish.
These powerful fists collided with the wall. His fists were soon covered
with blood, which started to drip to the ground.
It seemed like Li You Ran hadn’t slept much; in fact, he looked
distracted. His face was expressionless as he closed his eyes, and a drop
of tear noiselessly fell down from each of his eyes…
[I’m sorry! My beloved! ]
[ …to increase my influence and gain the favor of my master’s men…
I had to sacrifice you…! I had no other choice… ]
Jun Mo Xie and Jun Wu Yi were slowly moving away from the Aristocratic
Hall. They had repeatedly reminded Tang Yuan to purchase the discussed
herbs and to store such purchases properly in an appropriate place. They
seemed satisfied and hence finished-up with their busy day, and started
to travel towards their home.
Taking into account that day’s matter — it went satisfactorily
overall… except for a few unexpected incidents. The prices during the
auction of the extraordinary wine had reached a point that even Jun Mo
Xie hadn’t dreamt of. One could say that they were returning home from
a rewarding endeavor.
The Third Prince had used his powerful position to force a misdeed at the
end of the event. However, it couldn’t be considered to be a bad turn
of events since the Young Master Jun had taken advantage of this
incident, and had successfully planted a seed in the immature and
spirited mind of Little Yang Mo. He could use this in the future to
perhaps incite, or eliminate many targets.
And coming back to the original topic again… the final batch of those
hundred wine bottles was under the Prince Equivalent’s name. Therefore,
they were a part of the Prince Equivalent’s stock. So it would seem
that the Jun Family and the Aristocratic Hall had no direct relationship
to it. Even though such a thought process would seem a bit shameless —
but this fact would hold true regardless…
The Princes didn’t treat the Prince Equivalent’s side as one of their
own. However, it was unlikely that Jun Mo Xie would take a step to help
them out. Because it… wouldn’t be worth it!
Jun Mo Xie wasn’t a man of vile character who always sought after
profits. However, he never pursued matters which didn’t gain him
anything. This was a hit-man’s code of conduct. And this was how Jun Mo
Xie conducted himself — in his previous life, and in this one.
[Heroes… I’ll leave that role for others. I’ll just do what I do…
what my heart desires… what I love. I decide what I love; I decide what
I do — no one in this F**king world shall control me!]
Absolute freedom! This was Jun Mo Xie’s biggest goal; the main pursuit
of his life.
Jun Mo Xie had once said before the Aristocratic Hall’s opening,
“I’ll take the Aristocratic Hall to a stage where one day of its
sales will be enough to sustain a Family for three years’ time!”
However, hadn’t the day’s achievements crossed the goal? Perhaps a
Family could sit and eat in leisure for an entire lifetime with so much
Hai Chen Feng — the man now known as ‘Gang Leader Hai’ — wasn’t
able to obtain a single bottle of that extraordinary wine. However, Jun
Mo Xie sent him a gratuitous present of fifty wine bottles from the batch
under his own name; such treatment was a-must for the people on his side.
“I bid one million taels”… the Sky Xuan ‘customer’ had raised
this trademark bid several times. Hence, he merrily received the fifty
bottles and returned to his lair. He would certainly announce that he had
obtained them during the auction since he was an ‘Aristocrat’…
Jun Mo Xie was riding a horse, while Jun Wu Yi was on his palanquin. The
Uncle and the Nephew had their hands tucked in their sleeves. Their mood
was cheerful yet serious. Each was thinking about their future plans, and
the arrangements of manpower that were necessary for their schemes. Both
of them were individually making their calculations on the road back
home. Surprisingly, neither spoke to the other about it.
The uncle-nephew-duo was aware that the upcoming operation would be a
very tough one. However, they couldn’t lose; it was a-must that they
win. They needed to win — but they needed to win beautifully. They
needed their victory to be flawless.
However, the enemy trumped them in terms of strength.
[How shall this next round be fought?]
The stories of the weak defeating the strong have been told since ancient
times. However, they not only had to use the weak to defeat the strong,
but they had to win their battle without incurring any damage. And this
feat would be extremely difficult since this was reality… not a fantasy
This small party from the Jun Family hadn’t travelled far, when
suddenly; Jun Mo Xie saw a shadow in the distance. This shadow shot
towards him like electricity. He hadn’t even recognized it properly,
but the tiny white shadow had already embraced his chest. It called out
in urgency as it groaned and squeaked. Its claws tugged at Jun Mo Xie
incessantly; its dripping-wet eyes were full of anxiety.
“What happened?” Jun Mo Xie quickly noticed the strip of light-green
cloth tied to one of Little White’s hind legs. He distinctly remembered
Dugu Xiao Yi’s appearance before she had left; she was wearing
light-green clothes. And now a strip of the same light-green cloth was
tied to Little White’s leg. Moreover — it was stained in blood.
[Dugu Xiao Yi is in trouble!]
Jun Mo Xie suddenly became tense. He felt as if his heart had suddenly
been seized by something. His usually steady aura was now in chaos. Dugu
Xiao Yi’s lovable, pretty… mischievous, yet flowery smile appeared in
front of his eyes…
[When did I start to care so much about this girl?]
Jun Mo Xie didn’t have any time to think about this. There was only one
thing on his mind; [I must save her!]
“Third Uncle, Dugu Xiao Yi is in trouble; I need to check-up on her!”
Jun Mo Xie pressed his legs onto the sides of his strong horse, and it
‘neighed’ loudly in response. Its front hooves rose up in the air as
it stood up on its hind legs. They hadn’t even touched down as its back
hooves took a step ahead. Then, he leapt-up and shot-away like an arrow.
The crazy hoof beats rolled and echoed like thunder as Jun Mo Xie
followed Little White’s swift shadow, and went-off at a great speed.
A wind whistled as the horse turned the corner of the street — it was
almost as if a black cloud had descended upon Jun Mo Xie’s horseback.
However, it seemed like this new arrival was weightless. In fact, the
strong horse subconsciously went a little faster in its state of mad rush.
That man was Jun Wu Yi!
This bloodied war general’s face was filled with an air of cold
Jun Mo Xie regarded Dugu Xiao Yi with affection. How could an experienced
man like Jun Wu Yi not see it? To him — Dugu Xiao Yi was as good as his
nephew’s wife; how could he allow anyone to trouble her?
He wouldn’t permit anyone to harm a single hair on her body.
Such was the Jun Family’s mindset. It was such in Guan Qing Han’s
case. And it was the same for this little girl.
Jun Wu Yi wouldn’t allow the tragedy that had plagued his life to occur
again. If he thought it necessary — he would destroy everything in
order to protect his nephew’s wife.
So, would Jun Wu Yi be willing to sit through this matter after hearing
The strong horse neighed wildly as it galloped like a mad beast. It
seemed as if the doubly astride horse had lost its mind. It turned one
corner after another and disappeared into the distance.
It only left behind some windblown dust, which quickly dissipated in the
Dugu Xiao Yi and Sun Xiao Mei had carried the same idea: Send Little
White to the Dugu Family in order to arrange a rescue squad. Only the
experts from the Dugu Family could be expected to have a chance against
such a threat. Any other reinforcements might turn out to be useless
since they may not have the capability to face five such high levelled
Sky Xuan experts.
Though in consensus… their idea was naïve… Moreover, Little White
was immature, and couldn’t understand their words clearly. However, he
understood that his master was in serious danger. And he understood that
his master had sent him away to seek reinforcements.
But, who was he likely to seek out?
Naturally, he’d seek out the most powerful rescue squad he could think
Little White was quite intelligent. However, there were only two people
in this world he was close to. One was naturally its master — Dugu Xiao
Yi. And the other was that ‘good man’ who was also the strongest
person in Little White’s mind — Jun Mo Xie!
This person had helped it upgrade its level in childhood itself; so
wasn’t he already the strongest? So, who else would he seek out for to
help when his master was in danger and needed reinforcements?
Therefore, Little White set to the task of finding Jun Mo Xie. Anyway, he
didn’t wish to go to the Dugu Family to look for help. [How could those
uncouth long beards be useful? How could they compare to that ‘Great
Man’?] Little White had looked down upon them.
But then again… if he had gone to the Dugu Family for help… any
experts they might have sent may have been too late to arrive. Therefore,
Little White had made the correct decision in its state of inadvertent
Little White couldn’t speak. Therefore, his attempt would’ve gone in
vain in case he had actually decided to go to the Dugu Family’s
residence. They would’ve surely sent their soldiers if they had judged
Dugu Xiao Yi to be in danger. However, it wasn’t necessary that the
line-up they’d arrange would be able to help against those five Sky
Xuan Masters. Wouldn’t those men have fallen short of the task then?
The sword had fallen. The Xuan Qi which had been condensed in his palm
had also been ferociously shot.
Ye Gu Han was continuously getting besieged by his enemies from all
sides. He would’ve quickly retreated if it weren’t for Ling Meng’s
safety; it wouldn’t have been very difficult either. He would’ve been
able to retreat if he were to use his remaining strength. He could’ve
then used his skills to fly far away very quickly. He would most probably
suffer injuries… but a shot an escape would’ve been possible.
However, Princess Ling Meng hadn’t escaped far enough. Therefore, these
five powerful Sky Xuan experts would undoubtedly capture her if he
decided to retreat at this time. He didn’t know why they wished to
capture her. All he knew was that he would rather die than let them get
their hands on his precious Ling Meng.
He wasn’t acting out of character; he was acting out of necessity.
[I know I will probably die. But I will still fight with everything I
[It is either life or death; what do I have to fear?!]
Ye Gu Han stood straight like a mountain; a sword suddenly appeared
beside his body. It curved towards him as he dodged it. But then it
retreated as another sword approached him. Then, another sword appeared
with a gleaming blue light, and took the shape of the shiny sabre which
was ready to pierce its enemy.
A sword pierced Ye Gu Han’s lower-left abdomen. Another two swords
skimmed his entire body; they tore his clothes and his skin to shreds. It
was followed by a fountain of blood gushing out. Two meaty palms carrying
attacks as powerful as thunderbolts bombarded Ye Gu Han’s chest.
“Snap! Snap!” a teeth grinding sound echoed as the brittle ribs in Ye
Gu Han’s chest gave away. All seven orifices in his body suddenly
overflew with blood.
However, Ye Gu Han suddenly seemed to have a somewhat elated expression
on his face. He had a tender smile… or perhaps a nasty one… but it
looked extremely bitter on his bloodied face.