Is this a good thing?
Mo Qi's heart clenched. He looked at Chang Yu Ning, asking the obvious, "Did it work again?"
Chang Yu Ning shot him a glare. "What's it to you?"
Mo Qi was stunned, not knowing how to respond.
Chang Shi said, "It has indeed worked. There's nothing more for you here. You should leave quickly. I'm doing this for your own good. You killed people from their family, and they won't let you go."
Mo Qi hadn't intended to get into a prolonged argument with him, but at this moment, he couldn't help but retort, "Don't forget, for whom I killed the Ni family members back then."
Chang Shi coughed dryly. "Yes, you were upholding justice, acting as a chivalrous hero. We are very grateful to you. However, if you leave now, we will be even more grateful."
Mo Qi's anger surged, and just as he was about to erupt, Chang Yu Ning said calmly, "Your appearance gave me rebirth, but at the same time, it plunged me into endless suffering. I know I shouldn't blame you, and I have no right to blame you, yet I can't help but hate you."
"Hmph!" Mo Qi snorted coldly. "My appearance didn't just give you rebirth, did it? It also liberated your Chang family women from the curse of short lifespans and the fate of marrying beggars. You hate me? What right do you have to hate me?"
"However, the women of the Chang family might henceforth be subjected to trampled dignity. Rather than hating you, I hate the injustice of fate. Your appearance indeed brought me many surprises. I once naively believed my destiny would change drastically from then on, but those surprises were fleeting, like a flash in the pan. After the surprise, came endless suffering. If I had to choose now, I would rather you had never appeared," Chang Yu Ning murmured.
"What are you saying, child?" Chang Shi glared at Chang Yu Ning with displeasure. "Marrying into the Ni family, enjoying endless wealth and prosperity, and having an unending supply of cultivation resources is something countless women dream of. It's within your grasp now, yet you're sighing and crying injustice. What are you thinking? Are you trying to make all those women who can't achieve this die of anger?"
"Hahaha..." Chang Xun Huan suddenly burst into laughter, doubled over.
The three looked at him in surprise, thinking, has this fellow gone mad?
However, he just kept laughing to himself, his laughter unrestrained, completely ignoring their astonished gazes.
"What are you laughing at?" Chang Shi glared at him fiercely. "Don't think you're in the clear. I'll deal with you when we get back."
Chang Xun Huan shrugged. "It doesn't matter. We're all going to die anyway. You can't escape either."
Chang Shi angrily kicked him. "You dare to spout nonsense! I'll kill you."
After stumbling, Chang Xun Huan regained his footing, snorted, and said neither servile nor overbearing, "Ni Guang let us go back just now. Do you really think he was considering which of his sons to marry Yu Ning to? You're too naive. Do you think he can tolerate his sons fighting over a woman? Do you think he can tolerate a cursed shadow remaining in his mansion? No. You explained things clearly in front of him, but the fate of our clan hasn't changed. Ni Guang just didn't want to kill Yu Ning in front of his sons. Thinking about it carefully, this is the fate of our Chang family. You say the Chang family's curse has been eliminated, but I think when Grand Uncle made this engagement with the Ni family back then, the curse had already formed and lingered."
Chang Shi and Chang Yu Ning were both stunned. They had to admit that his analysis had struck a chord with them.
At this moment, a voice echoed in the air. "Kid, you're quite clever, predicting this. You've impressed me. However, isn't it more painful to foresee your own death?"
A figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, looking down at the four below as if a god were looking down on ants.
Then he saw Mo Qi and asked, "Are you that beggar?"
Mo Qi said calmly, "I am not a beggar. It's just that you consider me one."
"Then it's you. The situation becomes simpler, saving us the trouble of looking for you everywhere. Remember my name, Bi Huan. I am the one who will kill you, but it's not important. You won't remember for long anyway."
Chang Shi, still somewhat unwilling, asked, "His Highness wouldn't do this. Who exactly are you?"
"Hahaha..." Bi Huan laughed. "If thinking this makes you feel better, then think so. In reality, not only you, but all the Chang family members must die."
Chang Yu Ning immediately collapsed to the ground. Why, oh why, was the Chang family facing such a calamity?
If the Ni family wanted to destroy a clan, it would be as simple as crushing an ant.
This was because the people of the Immortal King's Palace were true gods, while those outside were mere mortals. Even those who sought immortality and cultivation only learned superficial skills, unable to compete with the innate advantages of the Immortal King's Palace.
At this moment, Mo Qi also sensed that this person's cultivation was on par with his own.
If he was merely a pawn of the Ni family, what would their Prince Ni Guang's cultivation be? And how terrifying would the Lord of the Immortal King's Palace be?
Indeed, they possessed the power to make the Chang family vanish into thin air.
It was likely that another group of people had already gone to the Chang family.
Due to the vast disparity in strength, the battle would end quickly. Even if he defeated Bi Huan now and rushed over, he wouldn't be able to save them.
As Chang Xun Huan had said, this was all their fate!
Chang Yu Ning's grandfather had made a wrong decision from the start. He had attempted to elevate his family through marriage, even aiming for the divine realm. But little did he know that unequal parties could never establish any equal relationship. That seemingly equal agreement actually placed the weaker party in a precarious position. When the stronger party felt its interests were harmed, its fangs would show, and it would begin to bite.
If one word could describe it, it was "self-inflicted."
At this moment, not only Chang Yu Ning gave up struggling, but Chang Shi and Chang Xun Huan also gave up.
They knew that struggling was futile.
How could ants contend with powerful humans?
It was superfluous for the other party to even use a finger.
Chang Shi gave up struggling, but not on seeking a reprieve. He knelt down again. "Great deity, give me a chance. Let me see the Prince. I will beg him, and he will surely spare our lives."
Bi Huan's expression was cold. "My mission is to kill you. I don't care about anything else. It's fine to hate me."
"Great deity, please be merciful and spare our lives. I will agree to any condition. Moreover, if you let me leave, we will flee to a distant land and never return. The Prince will think we are already dead and will not trouble you," Chang Shi continued to plead.
"Hahaha, seeing your fear of death makes me so happy. This is probably what it feels like to bully the weak. But please believe me, you will all die today, without any exception," Bi Huan said.
Chang Yu Ning managed to stand up, walked to her father's side, and tried to help him up. "Father, don't beg him. At worst, we die. What is there to fear? We cannot lose our dignity."
Chang Shi threw off Chang Yu Ning, still refusing to give up, tears streaming down his face as he kowtowed profusely.
But Bi Huan didn't even glance at him. Unconsciously, his attention shifted to Mo Qi.
This damned beggar, pretending to be profound. What right did he have?
Look at him, standing with his hands behind his back, his arrogant demeanor clearly showing he didn't take me seriously.
Is he scared?
He doesn't look like it. That determined gaze, that imposing aura, clearly shows disdain.
Is he too ignorant?
Damn it, he should have attended more classes. If he had attended more classes, he would know what the Ni family and the Immortal King's Palace are.
It's too late for me to teach him now.
But I don't see fear in his eyes. I'm angry!
I'm so angry, I'm getting angry at a beggar.
He couldn't help but scan Mo Qi with his divine sense again, but the result was hazy like fog.
"You've actually hidden your aura, making me unable to discern your true strength." Bi Huan was somewhat surprised, looking at Mo Qi. "I heard you killed Yin Wen, so you have some foundation. But killing just one Yin Wen as your foundation is a bit arrogant. I admit, the Ni family was a bit careless in finding the beggar this time and suffered a minor setback. However, you must realize that you are just a weak commoner, while the Ni family and the Immortal King's Palace behind them are the rulers of this world. Am I making myself clear?"
"I'm clear," Mo Qi shrugged and said.
"But why is there no fear in your eyes?" Bi Huan asked angrily.
"Because, in my eyes, the Immortal King's Palace is nothing."
Bi Huan was so angry he felt like his lungs would explode.
He finally understood that his attempt to persuade Mo Qi to die with clear understanding was impossible.
Forget it. How one dies is still death. No need to dwell on it!
Bi Huan attacked directly.
He drew a circle in the air, causing ripples. From the ripples, a weapon gradually revealed its full form.
It was a spear!
The spear was golden, as thick as a bucket, its sharp tip gleaming with a cold light, emitting a chilling aura.
Holding the spear, he became incredibly upright, his eyes flashing red. He looked down at Mo Qi, as if a god were looking down on mortals.
To create distance from Chang Yu Ning, Mo Qi instead lunged towards Bi Huan.
Simultaneously, he formed a hand seal, and a green lotus flower appeared above his head. With a flick of his finger, the green lotus emitted a beam of green light.
Seeing the green lotus flower above his head, Bi Huan was somewhat shocked. However, the surprise was fleeting. What remained in his heart was an unshakeable sense of superiority.
The person opposite him was, after all, just a beggar!
At most, he could appear a bit striking, nothing more. Could he turn the world upside down?
Holding the golden spear, Bi Huan unleashed his figure and fearlessly charged towards the green light.
The spearhead of the golden spear flashed with blue light, forming a triangular shape. It tore through the blue light, plunged in, and its sharp blade fiercely stabbed towards Mo Qi. Mo Qi was greatly alarmed, not expecting his golden spear to be able to tear through the green lotus fire. Moreover, the blue light emitted fierce energy in advance, scorching his skin and making it ache. He felt his body about to split.
Enduring the pain in his body, Mo Qi unleashed his teleportation technique, flashing to the side.