SWDnovel Chapter 77 A common man's rage leads to bloodshed within five steps.
Chapter 77 A common man's rage leads to bloodshed within five steps.
Chapter 77 A common man's rage can spill blood five steps away.
The girl was pretty and, although she was a maid, she was very polite and clearly came from a prominent family.
"Who is your young lady?" Mo Zheng asked.
"My young lady's surname is Liu, and her given name is Fei'er."
The maid smiled and said, "Young Master Mo, Miss is waiting for you at the teahouse up ahead."
Liu Feier?
Is she the teacher's granddaughter?
Mo Zheng wasn't particularly interested in this invitation.
However, when it comes to teachers, you have to give them some face, no matter what.
After a moment's thought, Mo Zheng nodded in agreement and said, "Alright, let's go then. Please lead the way."
"Young Master Mo, please follow me."
The maid immediately led the way, and in no time they entered a private room in a teahouse.
Inside the private room sat a young couple.
The man was about twenty years old, dressed in fine clothes, exuding an air of nobility, holding a folding fan, and displaying an elegant demeanor.
The woman looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a pale yellow palace dress, had a petite and exquisite figure, a high and firm bust, and was extremely beautiful. Yet, her eyes and brows also possessed a captivating and alluring charm, making her a truly rare beauty.
The man and woman were drinking tea and chatting when they suddenly saw Mo Zheng enter. They both turned to look at him.
What a handsome young man.
Looking at the handsome face of the person who entered, and the spirited air between his brows, the woman couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart. However, she immediately thought of his background and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a pity, he comes from a poor family."
The man noticed the woman's expression, and a hint of displeasure immediately appeared in his eyes.
He snapped his folding fan shut and asked in a deep voice, "Are you Mo Zheng?"
"good."
Mo Zheng asked, "May I ask who you are, young master?"
"He is He Shiyan, the young master of the governor of Liangzhou."
The woman picked up the conversation, smiled sweetly, and said, "Junior Brother Mo, thank you for making this trip. Fei'er is very grateful."
He Shiyan snorted coldly, opened his folding fan, held his head high, and was as proud as a male peacock in heat, not even bothering to look at Mo Zheng.
Liu Feier, He Shiyan.
Looking at the couple, Mo Zheng felt increasingly puzzled. What did it mean? Why did they call He Shiyan along with him when they summoned him?
"Senior Sister Liu."
Mo Zheng bowed.
"Please, have a seat and some tea."
Liu Feier generously invited Mo Zheng to sit down, then poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying, "Morning Bud Tea, try it and see if it suits your taste."
"Thanks."
Mo Zheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found it bitter at first. But as the tea went down his throat, it was sweet and lingered on his lips and teeth. The tea even radiated a warm current in his stomach, stimulating his blood circulation and making him feel refreshed and comfortable.
"Excellent tea," he couldn't help but praise.
"It's naturally good tea. Did you know that only enough for ten people is produced daily in Liangzhou City?"
He Shiyan looked at him like he was a country bumpkin and sneered, "You're only able to drink today because of Fei'er."
"Brother He, please don't do this."
Liu Feier gently offered a word of advice, then apologized to Mo Zheng, saying, "Junior Brother Mo, please don't mind. Brother He is just like that. My Liu family and the He family are old friends; we're all family."
Mo Zheng glanced at He Shiyan and said indifferently, "I can see that Young Master He is a man of strong character."
"Actually, Junior Brother is here today because of what Grandpa mentioned some time ago."
Liu Feier smiled and said, "Sister Rou has already told me that, as the saying goes, marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. Since Grandpa likes you, I can't refuse. I'd like to invite you to go boating on Shahu Lake tomorrow. I wonder if Junior Brother Mo has the time?"
"Now that winter has passed and spring has arrived, the weather is getting warmer, and it is very pleasant to go boating and brewing tea on Shahu Lake."
"Go boating on Shahu Lake?" Mo Zheng frowned slightly and said, "Senior Sister Liu, I probably won't have much time lately. My teacher wants me to focus on comprehending sword techniques, so I'm afraid I won't be able to find the time to accompany you."
He's facing assassination now, so he has no time to travel around. He doesn't even have enough time to improve his martial arts.
Liu Feier smiled and said, "Half a day won't take much time, and besides, we should get to know each other better."
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Liu," Mo Zheng shook his head and said, "I encountered an assassin on the street yesterday, so it's really inconvenient for me to go out these days."
There's no need to keep the assassination a secret; he even wants to go to the martial arts hall today to inquire about it.
Liu Feier's smile froze for a moment.
Upon seeing this, He Shiyan immediately retorted angrily, "Mo Zheng, don't push your luck. Who do you think you are? You refused Fei'er's invitation? So what if you've become Uncle Liu's disciple, so what if you're a student of the Martial Arts Hall?"
"Let me tell you, there are countless disciples in the Martial Arts Hall. Even Uncle Liu has taken in more than just one or two disciples, but how many of them will ultimately reach the Internal Organs Realm?"
This is the truth.
Although all disciples of the Martial Arts Hall can become martial artists in the Bone and Tendon Realm, apart from the true disciples, the chances of other disciples reaching the Visceral Realm are almost negligible. Even among the true disciples, the vast majority cannot comprehend the martial arts intent and are trapped in the Bone and Tendon Realm for their entire lives.
Martial artists at the Bone and Tendon Realm are superior to ordinary people and even ordinary martial artists, but in the forces where these powerful experts at the Visceral Realm are stationed, they are nothing special.
"Uncle Liu is no ordinary expert at the Internal Organs Realm, and the Liu family is no ordinary family either. Do you think that just because you've become Uncle Liu's disciple, you're qualified to be with Fei'er? Let me tell you, dream on!"
He Shiyan said irritably, "There are a lot of young masters from aristocratic families pursuing Fei'er, and there are also quite a few promising young martial artists, like Duanhunqiang Youda, who graduated from your martial arts academy last year. He was a true disciple back then."
Mo Zheng was taken aback; Liu Feier was quite sought after.
However, these people may not have come for Liu Feier's beauty; they were probably more interested in Liu Qing's strength.
After all, he is a sword master who is hard to beat even in the Visceral Realm. The benefits of marrying him are self-evident.
"But this Yoda is really overestimating himself." He Shiyan shook his head and sneered, "He should take a good look at himself before he even pees. How dare he pester Sister Fei'er? We all have some Bone and Tendon Realm martial artists. These guys might die at the hands of wild beasts or other martial artists one day. Their lives are precarious. How dare they even think about touching Sister Fei'er?"
Mo Zheng raised an eyebrow. This young master from the governor's mansion was quite arrogant. Not only did he insult him, but he also looked down on a true disciple like Yoda.
"Don't think I'm looking down on you, it's the truth. Martial artists are high and mighty, but they constantly face danger, especially the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall. Every year, some die hunting demonic beasts. How can Fei'er, such a beautiful and virtuous girl, marry a martial artist?"
Liu Feier listened quietly to the side without making any comment. It was obvious that He Shiyan's words were related to her, and perhaps they were her own thoughts, but she was just using He Shiyan, this young master, to say them.
Instantly, Mo Zheng's mood plummeted. He hadn't even dealt with one assassination attempt, and now these two people had inexplicably mocked him.
He never intended to marry this daughter of the Liu family!
"Are you finished?" Mo Zheng asked, frowning.
"no."
Seeing Mo Zheng's bad expression, He Shiyan became even more energized and said, "In short, don't even think about trying to eat swan meat. Fei'er will definitely marry into a big family in the future, living a life of luxury and ease, instead of following a martial artist and living in fear."
"Unless one reaches the Visceral Realm, even the strongest and most talented martial arts genius will fade into obscurity. And there have been far too many examples of this."
Without a doubt, He Shiyan is absolutely qualified to say that.
Once a martial artist reaches the Visceral Realm, their condition declines after the peak age of forty. They may die in a feud or from illness, and few can enjoy a peaceful old age.
In contrast, He Shiyan, a scion of a powerful family with a governor father who is a master of the Visceral Realm, wields great power and can easily mobilize countless manpower and resources, undoubtedly lives a much more comfortable life.
They don't need to worry about the progress of their martial arts, they won't encounter any danger, and all they need to do every day is eat, drink, and have fun.
"Young Master He."
Mo Zheng suddenly laughed and said, "Since you look down on martial artists so much, I wonder if you could order a martial artist at the Internal Organs Realm to do all sorts of things for you?"
He Shiyan was stunned. A martial artist at the Internal Organs Realm, giving orders?
Even his father could only rely on their friendship and say nice things to coax him, let alone him.
"Could you perhaps meet the Martial Saint and ask him for guidance, or perhaps have a meal or a cup of tea with him?"
He Shiyan's face immediately turned black. What kind of existence was a Martial Saint?
That's a force that can defend the nation. Not to mention him, even his father, the governor of Liangzhou, might not be able to get an audience with him.
Even the Emperor of Great Yan might not pay him any attention. If you anger the Martial Saint, he might sneak into the palace and kill you. The next day, the Great Yan court would have to announce that the Emperor had died suddenly from illness to cover up for the Martial Saint.
Before the Martial Saint, everything is but an ant, let alone the He family.
Finally, have you ever heard this saying?
Mo Zheng slowly gripped the sword hilt and said with a smile, "A common man's anger can cause blood to splatter five steps away."
"You dare threaten me—"
Just as He Shiyan was about to shout and curse, a sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes. It was light, graceful, and unpredictable. Before he could react, the long sword was already at his neck, and the chilling aura forced him to swallow all the remaining words.
"You—you—what are you going to do—" He stared in horror at the gleaming sword at his neck, his voice trembling.
"I just wanted to tell you a principle," Mo Zheng said with a smile. "You are not the governor; to kill you, one sword is enough."
His sword was extremely cold, as if it came from the underworld, without any warmth, which made He Shiyan tremble uncontrollably.
Young masters from wealthy families, accustomed to enjoying wealth and luxury, who wouldn't be afraid of death?
"That's enough, Junior Brother Mo. It was just a joke."
Liu Feier glared angrily at Mo Zheng and said, "Do you want to offend the Governor-General?"
She never expected that this young man from a family that had married into another family would have such courage to draw his sword right in front of them!
"Of course not."
Mo Zheng sheathed his sword and said, "Senior Sister Liu, I understand the meaning of today's meeting. Rest assured, I will never have any thoughts about you."
"And Young Master He, let me remind you, don't insult martial artists so casually next time. Today it was me; if it were anyone else, your head might not even be on your neck!"
After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.
In the teahouse hall, tea drinkers were scattered in twos and threes, making a great commotion, but Mo Zheng ignored them, his heart burning with anger.
This morning tea, seemingly an invitation from Liu Feier to meet him for a day out, was actually a deliberate ploy to let him know through He Shiyan's words—
Retreat when faced with difficulties.
Although he had no intention of marrying Liu Feier and did not like her, who could feel happy to be insulted like this?
"Mo Zheng, don't push your luck. Who do you think you are? You refused Fei'er's invitation? So what if you've become Uncle Liu's disciple? So what if you're a student of the Martial Arts Hall?"
"Let me tell you, there are countless disciples in the Martial Arts Hall. Even Uncle Liu has taken in more than just one or two disciples, but how many of them will ultimately reach the Internal Organs Realm?"
He Shiyan's words still echoed in my ears.
"Hmph, just because they can't reach the Visceral Realm doesn't mean I can't." Mo Zheng's belief was firm. "Not only the Visceral Realm, but also Martial Saint. I will definitely become a Martial Saint. Let's see if you still dare to say such things in front of me then!"
Mo Zheng didn't think he couldn't do what Di Xiao had done back then.
He also has the power of telekinesis to help him.
In this world, everything is illusory; only one's own strength is something to rely on.
The eldest and third brothers left for distant lands, were attacked and killed in the street by assassins, and were mocked to their faces by a young master. All of this spurred Mo Zheng's heart to grow stronger.
Only by becoming a Martial Saint, the most powerful martial artist, can one truly control their own destiny!
Watching Mo Zheng leave, He Shiyan angrily slammed the teacup on the table to the ground, cursing, "That bastard, how dare he—how dare he threaten me with a sword!"
Since his birth, no one has ever dared to point a sword at him. Ordinary martial artists treat him with utmost respect, and even top experts in the Dirty Realm treat him kindly out of respect for his father.
But today, that boy actually dared to put a sword to his neck!
The chilling edge of the sword made him feel the breath of death.
"I told you not to provoke him in this way."
Suddenly, a hidden door opened inside the room, and a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and delicate features walked out. There was a plum blossom mark between her eyebrows. Who else could it be but Liu Rou?
"Sister Rou, you saw it too. He was really rude. When Brother He said a few words to him, he actually drew his sword on the spot."
Liu Feier was no longer the gentle and polite young lady she had been just moments before. She said angrily, "I don't know what Grandpa was thinking, letting me be with him."
"Shut up! How dare you question Grandpa's judgment?" Liu Rou scolded.
Liu Feier lowered her head and remained silent, but her eyes still showed dissatisfaction.
"And what about me? He actually dared to put a sword to my neck!" He Shiyan said through gritted teeth, unafraid of Liu Rou.
"It was just a minor disagreement, Young Master He, please don't take it to heart."
Liu Rou said, "Since he said he wouldn't have any lingering feelings for Fei'er, let's leave it at that. Perhaps, he really will eventually find his way down the most difficult path and reach the Internal Organs Realm."
"But he is just a poor man from a poor family, without family support, it's simply impossible for him."
Liu Feier was not optimistic, saying, "Besides, Grandpa also said it would take at least fifteen years. Am I supposed to wait for him for fifteen years?"
What if he can't grasp it in fifteen years? Who can say for sure about external martial arts techniques?
"So, let's leave it at that."
Liu Rou could understand her younger sister's thoughts. She and her sister shared the same interests and ideas, both liking scions of aristocratic families, preferably genius martial artists from prominent clans.
However, they could not ignore Liu Qing's thoughts.
Fortunately, thanks to his younger sister's interference with He Shiyan, if Mo Zheng had any self-awareness, this matter should have been resolved without further developments.