Chapter 99: The Master's Third Weapon

On this night, Mo Ran fell asleep against a begonia tree.

There are many places on the summit of death and life where Chu Wanning has lived, and the red lotus watering hole is the best place to go for a memorial.

Once he thought it was his great misfortune to be taught by Chu Wanning, but this was a mistake from the start.

But only today did he realise that the unfortunate person was not Mo Weiyu, but Chu Wanning, standing in the blossoming flowers, head bowed in contemplation.

" Your Mightiness, Your Mightiness, you pay attention to me."

He vaguely remembered the first words he spoke to his master, which seemed to be like this, perhaps with some wording discrepancies, it had been so long that he no longer remembered them as clearly.

But he could vividly recall Chu Wanning's bewildered and slightly stunned face as he lifted his lashes.

The look on his face is very gentle.

Now Mo Ran is lying under a flowering tree, thinking that if he could go back in time to the day he chose his master, he should never have pestered Chu Wanning to take him on as his pupil.

For the price of that momentary glance is the endless entanglement that follows, the life of Chu Wanning.

Two lifetimes.

He ruined it all at his own hands.

Two lifetimes

His throat was lumpy and he closed his eyes, and it was a long, long time before he fell into a shallow sleep, in the throes of a million ants.

Then the memory, which he had never dared to touch so easily since his rebirth, broke the chains in his sleep, raised the knife and dug out his heart.

At that time, Chu Wanning had already been stripped of his spiritual core and was imprisoned in the palace.

The last one was even a joint effort by Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue. Although Mo Ran did not die on the spot because of her strong magic, she was seriously injured and spent more than a month in the palace to recover her energy.

The Middle Shu Area is a rainy area, and during those days it was a constant drizzle.

Mo Ran, clad in a heavy brocade robe, his jade fingers pinching the lapels of his robe, stood under the veranda looking out at the darkness, his face a little pained and a little mad, he did not say a word, but anyone could feel the twisted humanity in him.

The longer he sat in a high position, the more obvious this gloom became.

There were footsteps behind him and he didn't turn around, he just said, "Coming."

"You are going to exterminate Kunlun Snow Walk Palace " Chu Wanning's voice rang out quietly from within the great hall.

Mo Ran said, "So what if it is."

"You forgot what you promised me when you said you would not harm Xue Meng's life again."

Mo Ran said calmly, "Master came and didn't ask me how I was injured, standing here in the wind and cold, just concerned about who I killed or not"

"Mo Weiyu, I have come to tell you not to do anything you will regret again."

"I'm going to slaughter Snow Walk Palace and you are no different from a mortal, you no longer even have the ability to fight me. "

Mo Ran said, turning his face sideways and looking back with a cruel smile on his lips and a brilliant gleam in his eyes " Chu Wanning, what can you do to stop me now that you are a wreck"

Perhaps because he really had nothing left, Chu Wanning was speechless for a long time.

A thunderclap exploded and the rain poured down the roof tiles and beams.

Chu Wanning eventually closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he whispered, "Don't go."

Black robes flap and Mo Ran turns around.

Behind him was a leaden grey sky, a miserable wind and rain, he looked at Chu Wanning in the hall and said: "Why not go? I gave Xue Meng a chance, that year you were willing to lie beneath me for him, I kept my promise, I took your man and let him live, now he is the one who wants to kill me, tell me, why should I not go? "

""

"Why can't you say anything?" Mo Ran sneered, "Reprimand me, insult me, Chu Wanning, aren't you very capable? I know, Xue Meng is your heart, your most favoured disciple, you think he is the heart of a red son, I am a I am a piece of mud in his shoes."

"That's enough." Chu Wanning's face was pale, his brow furrowed as if he was trying desperately to hold something down.

"How can it be enough?" When Mo Ran saw this, the cruel pleasure in his heart grew, and his anger, ecstasy, hatred, jealousy, and all the other intense emotions were cooking in his heart like fire.

His eyes were extremely bright and shining as he paced back and forth.

"No more second chances, Chu Wanning, no more second chances for him. I'll kill him, I'll skin him, I'll trample his skin under my feet, I'll drink from his skull I'll gut his liver, I'll chop up his flesh and blood for the stew You can't stop me Chu Wanning, you can't stop me"

His eyes smouldered red and he spoke more and more painfully, almost deranged.

Suddenly a hand grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and slapped him across the face.

"Had enough of the madness?"

Chu Wanning's face was so close that he saw the other man's eyelashes fluttering and tears under his eyes.

" Mo Ran you wake up, you wake up"

"I'm awake," the pain in his cheek was burning, but he became more and more frantic as he stared at Chu Wanning's face, suddenly furious, "I'm awake and you're the one sleeping.

He pushed the other man away and ripped open his own lapel to reveal the bloodstained gauze beneath.

"Are you blind Chu Wanning" he roared, poking himself in the lapel, and feeling that it was not enough, he tore off the gauze with a fierce hand, lifting up a blur of flesh and blood

"Who did this to your good pupil, Xue Meng, whose Dragoncity was a little more off and I would have been dead? Tell me, by what right do I spare him?"

"In your eyes, only his life is a life, not mine, right?" In his hatred, Mo Ran grabbed Chu Wanning's hand and pressed it against his own bloodied wound, "You're going to stop me, right, I'll give you the chance to rip out my heart, Chu Wanning. Wanning, rip my fucking heart out if you can."

"" Chu Wanning's fingertips tremble, so icy, so cold.

Mo Ran stared at him, furious, violent, the veins in his neck trembling uncontrollably.

He hissed, "You pull it out."

Outside, the rain poured down, pounding on the tiles and eaves, and I was as apprehensive as a madman.

Dead silence.

No one moved.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Ran finally let go of Chu Wanning's hand and, with a low gasp, said in a deep voice, "Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue's lives, I'll take them."

""

"You hate me, Master." Mo Ran said, "That's all I've got in this life anyway, and that's all we've got, in this life. Neither of us can turn back, so let's go on in the dark. I'll drag more of my old friends along with me on the road to the Yellow Spring."

That day, Chu Wanning looked at his distant black back and said one last thing.

He said, "Mo Ran, if you destroy Snow Walk Palace and kill Xue Meng, I will die in front of you too.

Mo Ran listened, paused, then turned his half-handsome face sideways and smiled in the dusky wind and rain.

"With this seat, you cannot die."

""

"I can bring you back from the Yanluo Temple even if you bleed to death, you will have to live with me for the rest of your life, even if you disgust me." After Mo Ran's frenzy was released, his face gradually regained its usual calm, cold and murderous composure, and he said, "My good master, just stay at the top of death and life, and when I catch Xue Meng and bring him back, I will show him how the god of heaven, whom he has been longing for day and night, looks like under my body now. After all, we are the same disciples, so I should let him die with clarity and understanding."

However, Mo Ran never imagined that Master Chu would remain Master Chu after all.

A month later, Mo Ran made good on his words, standing proudly on top of Kunlun Mountain in front of Tianchi Lake. Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng had been captured and tied to an ice pillar, then he used the Zhenlong chess game to control the minds of the thousands of people in Snow Walk Palace, leaving them to slaughter each other before their eyes.

The white and lofty snow-capped mountains suddenly turned hazel red, blood staining Tianchi Lake and soaking through the mountains.

Mo Ran sits comfortably in front of the gates of Snow Walk Palace, eating grapes handed to him by a servant and smiling at the scene.

He asked Xue Meng, whose gaze was almost out of focus, "Meng Meng, does it look good?"

"" Xue Meng was unresponsive, as if she had lost her hearing.

Satisfied with this, Mo Ran smiled more and more intimately as he asked, "Did you like the show your cousin showed you?"

"You spare Snow Walk Palace."

Suddenly hearing such a faint murmur, Mo Ran blinked and asked, "What?"

"You let Snow Walk Palace go." Xue Meng's eyes, which had always burned, were no longer bright, "Spare them, spare Mei Hanxue that assassination, it was me who wanted you dead, kill me, don't kill others."

Mo Ran lost his smile: "Are you making a deal with me?"

"No." Xue Meng's eyes widened vacantly as he said, "I'm begging you."

I am begging you, says the Son of Heaven.

Mo Ran's eyes glowed with interest as he cupped Xue Meng's chin, forcing her to look up at him, and was about to say something when he saw the sky light up with a turquoise glow.

"What's going on?"

Before the escort he had brought with him had time to reply, he saw a glorious spell formation stretching for thousands of miles above the snowy peak of Cuiwei, covering the entire Kunlun Mountain.

Above the pagoda, Chu Wanning, white as snow and with his clothes fluttering, stands on the clouds.

In front of him hangs a strangely shaped ancient lyre, black in colour, its tail curling upwards and spreading out its luxuriant branches and leaves, the top of which is covered in begonias weeping with light.

Chu Wanning's third Shenwu, " Nine Songs ".