Chapter 8: The Poisonous Desire

e so, I didn’t expect a woman to have such a level of skill in making weapons >>> 。Even his own biological daughter, who had been exposed to the workings of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion since childho...Qin Luoyan ran desperately, using all her strength. The wind roared in her ears, but she dared not look sideways, she could only keep running, there was only running left!

She didn't know how long she had run, only that when she stopped, her whole body was wrecked, and she couldn't muster a single ounce of strength.

She stopped at a broken bridge. She stood at the edge of the bridge, her feet hesitating on the brink. If she took one more step forward, she would fall into the long river.

The river was swift and turbulent, its current never ceasing. One could hear the roar of the water crashing against the massive stones at the bottom of the riverbed without even straining one's ears.

"There's no way out," Qin Luoyan sighed, her eyes dimming for a moment. Then, as she turned back, she saw two assassins stumbling and rushing towards her from afar.

In front was a broken bridge, and behind were pursuing soldiers; this seemed to be a dead end.

But Qin Luoyan, who had lived two lifetimes as a human, never wished to give up easily. If the worst outcome was just death, then it didn't seem like there was anything to be afraid of.

Thinking about this, Qin Luoyan's lips suddenly curled into a stubborn smile. She tilted her head up, the sunlight falling on her jade-like, translucent cheeks, outlining a halo of yellow.

The beltless silk robe billowed in the wind from the river surface, like dancing sprites, each movement imbued with a poignant determination.

"If I don't die jumping down, one day, I will come back to get revenge on all of you!"

Qin Luo'yan turned her head and said to the two assassins who rushed up, but her gaze drifted past them towards the distance. She would never forget the instigator of all this, General Mrs. Chen.

From the broken bridge, she leaped. The freefall lasted only a second or two, so there was no time for fear, no time to ponder the possible outcome. There was only the feeling that in that instant, the whole world had become nothing but an empty void.

"Don't jump!"

A roar came from the edge of the broken bridge, but unfortunately, Qin Luoyan couldn't hear it.

"Master, we are late!" Jin Chu trailed behind the old man, leading a dozen men in fine armor to the broken bridge.

The elder's face had sunk to the bottom of a well, his fists clenched so tightly they were white with suppressed rage, yet he remained oblivious.

"Master..." Jin Chu didn't expect that someone they had only met once would have such a strong influence on their master. They felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

The old man recovered, his throat choked for a moment before he spoke coldly, "Dismember them, into ten thousand pieces!"

"Yes!" Jin Chu knew the master was referring to the fate of the two assassins.

The river, still flowing swiftly, showed no trace of anyone falling into it. Only the wind on the river surface seemed colder than before, a chill that made everyone standing on the broken bridge shiver involuntarily.

"Master, the wind is strong here. Perhaps we should return Your body has only just recovered. This prolonged journey over several hours is not advisable, what if it leaves you with some lingering ailment..."

"Alright, go back," Jin Chu's words were cut short by the elder, but in a flash, the elder's face returned to its calm and composed state, as if the sadness and regret he had shown standing on the broken bridge had been an illusion.

Winter sunshine, the most cherished, but this rare good weather was finally washed clean by a heavy downpour in the evening.

A luxurious and exquisite pleasure boat sailed upstream on Gu Yue Lake, a renowned scenic spot spanning ten miles. Countless beautiful and famous poems have been passed down through the ages from this place.

Tonight, the rain is heavy, but it does not affect the lively singing and dancing on the pleasure boats.

Three dancers gracefully moved to the sound of silk and bamboo music. Every movement, every expression was done to the utmost perfection because the guests on this pleasure boat were powerful figures they couldn't afford to offend.

The man seated at the head, clad in a fox fur cloak, cast a languid glance at the several maidens dressed in light gauze as they danced. He raised his cup to his lips and took a sip before lazily waving his hand, "Disperse, you common wenches."

Several dancers were frightened and immediately stopped dancing, bowing to exit, lest they offend this esteemed guest.

"My Lord, tonight is the time your poison flares again. Though these are mere common folk, at least they can ease your poisonous desire." After everyone else had left, Jin Mu stood by the man's side and finally spoke up, his voice trembling.

Fu Zi Mo fell silent for a moment, his gaze icy. “There’s no need for you to remind me of this!”

"I dare not, I was just…" Jinmu was about to say something, but he saw Fu Zimu stand up and walk outside. "Your Highness, it's still raining, where are you going"

"How dare you meddle in this king's affairs" Fu Zi Mo paused his steps without turning back, but his aura alone was enough to frighten Jin Mu into stopping.

Jin Mu knelt half on the ground, raising his head to see Fu Zi Mo walking to the edge of the boat. The rain seemed to freeze in mid-air beside him, unable to stain his robes even slightly.

Who could have imagined that this man, a divine being in Nanyan Kingdom, with unparalleled martial arts skills, would be ensnared by poison.

"Jīnmù, is there any more Qilin blood" Fu Zǐmò saw Jīnmù's pained expression and frowned, as if he had guessed what Jīnmù was thinking.

Jin Mu regained his composure, putting away the pity in his eyes and replacing it with a numb expression. "Your Highness, Qilin blood is also a highly poisonous substance. While it can temporarily suppress the poison in your body, it will also cause your internal energy to become unstable. Now that assassins are coming one after another, if your breath is unstable at this time, the risk is too great. Moreover, the more Qilin blood accumulates in the body, the faster your poison will develop…"

"Jin Mu!" Fu Zi Mo's voice turned seven points colder, "You've been too impulsive recently!"

"My subordinate knows his mistake!" Jin Mu didn't dare say more, hurriedly taking out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom. Seemingly with great effort, he handed the bottle to Fu Zi Mo.

Fu Zi Mo's gaze deepened for a moment, reaching out to take the porcelain bottle. Then, his toes touched the edge of the boat, and in the next instant, he was floating on the lake surface. After a few jumps, his figure disappeared from Jin Mu's sight.

"Lord Wang..." Standing on the boat, Jin Mu watched Fu Zi Mo leave. He didn't possess peerless martial arts, so the rain falling on him soaked him through in just a short while, but he was oblivious to it. He only stared blankly in the direction Fu Zi Mo had disappeared.

He knew that drinking the blood of the Qilin would cause his Qi and blood to become unstable, with his meridians reversing flow. The kind of excruciating itching that permeated his entire body was not something ordinary people could endure.

He had once seen his master drink the blood of a Qilin, and that time was during the war between the two countries. Fu Zimo had nowhere to hide, so he could only poison himself in front of him. He would never forget that scene.

The war god who terrified enemies on the battlefield, the King Wu Xuan who could make neighboring small countries tremble with a stomp of his foot, that man who was resolute and stern, never retreating under any circumstances, was now howling in agony due to the excruciating pain caused by the Qilin Poison Blood.

So, he could imagine what kind of pain that was.

Jinmu wanted to follow up to protect Fu Zimu's safety, but Jinmu also understood that kind of man, even in death, would not want anyone to see his most vulnerable side.

So, Kinro could only wait. He stood at the bow of the ship and did not go below deck to take shelter from the rain. He wanted to stand like this until he saw his lord return safely.

The rain was falling harder and harder, pounding on the surface of the lake and creating chaotic ripples. No one knew how long this rain would last.

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