Chapter 101 – Better To Kill The Wrong Person Than To Miss One

“Actually, there’s still one more thing you can offer in exchange, but you haven’t discovered it yet, that’s all,” said Gu Suihan suddenly to Mo Yuluo, breaking the silence in the quiet room.
His voice was as gentle as water, flowing slowly into her delicate ears.

“What is it?” asked Mo Yuluo, a little confusion making it into her low and hoarse voice.

“Yun Lianyi,” said Gu Suihan calmly as he smiled faintly at her.

“What do you mean by that?” Mo Yuluo felt a shiver down her spine, and an uneasiness filled her heart.

Gu Suihan walked around the table to stand behind her and gently patted her frail shoulders as he said emotionlessly, “You’re her disciple, and you’re also her daughter.
I’m sure that you’re very familiar with the way she behaves and her personality after interacting with her for so many years.
What I want is for you to pretend to be taken over by her.
Pretend to be Yun Lianyi and make a mess of things.”

“What…why do you want to do that?” Mo Yuluo suddenly got up and turned to stare at Gu Suihan’s face, which was barely a foot away from hers.

“I want you to make a decision.
Either you die, or they die.” An evil smile spread across Gu Suihan’s face as his bright eyes stared emotionlessly at the frightened and uneasy gorgeous young woman.

“Think very carefully about it,” he took half a step forward and whispered into her ear.
While she was still in a daze, he used his spiritual energy to send her out of his room.

After he had sent her out, Gu Suihan had a look of uncertainty on his face. Mo Yuluo, Yun Lianyi.
This matter made him a little undecided.
If he gained control over Mo Yuluo through this matter, then the Seven Kill Sect was going to face Armageddon.

That was because the Peak that Yun Lianyi was in charge of was the Seven Kill Sect’s resources, including all their treasures.
What Li Rong’s father was in charge of couldn’t be compared to this.

“Everything depends on what you choose to do.” Gu Suihan narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze seemingly able to land on Mo Yuluo even through the door.

“I…” Mo Yuluo had a conflicted look in her eyes as though she could sense Gu Suihan’s staring.
Her lips trembled, but she eventually returned to her own room without saying a word.
She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t want her own mother to die either.
Women were often more sentimental than men.
Cultivators were no exception.

Gu Suihan exhaled deeply and stopped thinking about this matter.
Instead, he started thinking about how he should make cannon fodder out of Disciplinarian Zhang.
He still remembered the secret realm that Disciplinarian Zhang had refined till this very day.

Meanwhile, not long after the gigantic flying ship had left Fenglin, the entire country went into a state of panic.
A plague was spreading through the palace.
Anybody who got it would start swelling all over within three days, their minds would become foggy, and they would start becoming aggressive.
On top of that, it spread incredibly quickly.

Even the martial artists within the palace could not escape this plague.
Those who got it went insane and started killing anybody they saw.
This plague was passed on through wounds.
As long as someone with this illness injured you, you would definitely catch it as well.

All the royal doctors and even the clinics for the commoners were trying their best to find the source of this plague amidst their fears, hoping to solve this terrifying illness as quickly as possible.

But as the days went by, more and more people were infected, and more and more people died.
Several people chose to move out immediately, while even more had no choice but to shut themselves in their own houses fearfully.

The only sounds left in the previously lively and bustling capital of the country were the winds and the rustling of overgrown grass.
Very few people could be found on the streets, and smelly corpses lay everywhere.
The walls of buildings were splattered with dried blood.

The smell of death emanated through the entire city, as though it had been abandoned.
The sad sounds of a cat meowing or a dog barking in the quiet streets made it eerier than it already was.

The crown prince had unfortunately been scratched by a subordinate, and the powerful determination he had as a martial artist had failed against this mystifying plague.
The king had no choice but to lock him up deep within the palace.
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with violence as if he had gone mad.
He would roar like an animal constantly, accompanied by the ear-deafening sounds of metal chains sweeping across the floor.

In barely half a month, the entire country was crippled.
There was no activity on the borders at all.
Neighboring countries guarded their borders fiercely, arresting those who had escaped Fenglin and refusing them entry.

They were very frightened of this plague as well since it spread so easily and there was no cure.
Anybody infected was just waiting to die.
Thinking about this was enough to send shivers down their spine.

“Tell the Grand Elder! Hurry!” The king’s face was pale, and his clothes were disheveled as he hid in his bedroom, shouting a little maniacally at his subordinates to carry out his orders.

He repeated these words a few hundred times a day, but every time he sent out a jade slip to get in contact with the Grand Elder, nothing happened.
It was as if he was throwing a statue made from mud into the ocean.
This made him even more terrified than he already was.
He was afraid that this was something created by someone with ill intentions and that it was not a naturally occurring plague.
He suspected this because even the cultivators of martial arts could not hold up against it.
Thinking about how his own son had become nothing more than a wild animal made him feel a chill in his bones.

“It should be working by now,” muttered Gu Suihan as he happened to think about Fenglin.
There was murderous qi swirling around his eyebrows.

This was his revenge, his revenge against that middle-aged man who tried to use him as practice for his son.
Gu Suihan did not know who the real mastermind was and wasn’t sure if all of this was just a coincidence, but he was very unhappy.

As a demon who had no regard for human life, the violent nature in Gu Suihan’s soul exploded instantly.
Since he wasn’t sure who the mastermind was, he was just going to kill them all.
He would rather take a million innocent lives than miss out on one.

He looked out of the window toward Fenglin, even though it was way too far for him to actually see it.
The murderous look in his eyes intensified. These lowly little ants, he thought.
He couldn’t believe they actually thought they could have their way with him.
They had been too stupid.

The flying ship finally slowed down before slowly landing.
Several vicious-looking beasts let out long howls and glared murderously at the flying ship as they flew around it.

You Hantian’s tall and straight figure was as steady as a rock.
He stood at the front of the ship, and there was a very faint smile on his serene face.
The Grand Elder of Fenglin stood right next to him.
When he saw those birds encircling the ship incessantly, he let out a disdainful snort.

A roar exploded, resounding within a several hundred-mile radius of the ship like thunder.
Everything fell silent for a moment as those ferocious birds instantly burst into a mess of blood and flesh.
There was also a clear path through the clouds in front of the ship now.

“We’re here.
Gather on the deck.” You Hantian’s voice resounded in every disciple’s ear.
Regardless of whether they were cultivating, eating, drinking, or thinking, all of them trembled when they heard this seemingly gentle and harmless voice.

“We’re finally here.” Gu Suihan and Li Rong walked together toward the deck and looked down puzzledly at the numerous buildings below them that looked like ants.

Mo Yuluo looked even more haggard now, and the attractive aura she used to exude was gone.
She dragged her skirt across the floor like she was in ill health and the saddened look on her face made one’s heart go out to her.

“You don’t have a lot of time left,” Gu Suihan said to her via telepathy as he walked past her.

“Argh! This man!” Mo Yuluo had a conflicted look in her bloodshot eyes as she stared at Gu Suihan’s confident back, subconsciously touching the two joined hearts fruit in her storage ring as he walked away from her.

On the deck, the disciples of the Seven Kill Sect and the cultivators from Fenglin stood in two very distinct groups, leaving a gap of at least 50 meters between them.

The martial artists looked at the Seven Kill Sect disciples with hatred and murder in their eyes, especially when it came to the rather ordinary-looking Gu Suihan standing right in the middle.

The Seven Kill Sect disciples chatted among themselves as per normal, but their eyes would carry a tinge of fear when they glanced at Gu Suihan from time to time.

Boom! The flying ship creaked loudly as it crashed heavily to the ground, like a meteorite landing on Earth.
The impact shook the ground so hard that it felt like an earthquake.
There was now a hole that was at least 500 meters across and 50 meters deep.
It displaced so much mud and rocks that the sunlight was blotted out for a few moments, and everyone was covered in the stench of soil.

“You did that on purpose,” said You Hantian with a frown.
All his sect’s disciples had fallen to the floor because they weren’t expecting to hit the ground so hard.

“So what if I did?” The Grand Elder raised an eyebrow and smirked as he looked at the cultivators from his country who were still standing tall, their feet gripping the deck firmly.

You Hantian sighed to himself, then waved his sleeve to gather all the disciples lying haphazardly on the floor and hid them inside his sleeve before looking up at all the soil in the air with a frosty smile on his face.

He raised a hand to flick his fingers slightly.
Several beams of spiritual energy shot into the sky like snakes, creating several tiny holes in the solid protective formation around the ship.

The soil instantly crashed against the slightly damaged protective formation.
The formation creaked under the weight of the soil and shattered before the Grand Elder even realized what was happening.

The heavy layer of soil rained down like a mountain.
The Grand Elder’s eyes widened, and he glared fiercely at the unfazed You Hantian.