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Molting the Mortal Coil - Chapter 511

Published at 29th of March 2024 06:18:00 AM


Chapter 511: Neutral

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Chapter 511: Neutral

That laugh of hers was still as unsettling as it had always been. Even if she was as lovely as a flower, that creepy laugh and the fact she could poison someone to death in an instant were likely the block to many a romantic thought. This revelation tempered his annoyance at being drawn into this situation. Distracting him from the current event enough that he actually let the look of pity spill onto his features, Im sorry you have to be involved in all this, Xiezi.

Her face fell for a moment, and then twisted in disgust, I didnt come here for your pity. Youre wasting my good intentions!

You want me to support your side, and not the other. Ive been involved in enough nonsense lately, I just want to rebuild my clan in peace.

Two tigers can not share a mountain. My Great Elder already tried to keep things peaceful, but the Jinxi will not rest until they tear us down.

Sage frowned, I do consider us friends, but I am the only one in my clan that remains. I cannot let my ancestors down, the Lang Clan must not end with me.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Xiezi hissed with anger and that tiny scarlet scorpion jumped out from her collar and pointed its stinger at him. Then she threw up her hands in exasperation and the motion nearly threw off the little scorpion. Its little pincers grasped the collar of her robes and it squeaked in outrage. Sage bowed his head, cupping his fist to salute her and she grumbled while turning and walking away.

Youre a fool! You think they care about you? The Jinxi are the ones that decided there was nothing left of value in the Lang Clan and simply accepted a gift from Windflame Sect so they could take the culprit as a disciple.

She couldnt resist dropping one last line as she was walking away, then she leapt up and disappeared over one of the walls. Of course, she hadnt entered his courtyard in the normal manner because she didn't want to be seen by the Jinxi people across the street that were likely to be constantly monitoring his courtyard.

Rage shot through him, and Sage glared at the new arrival, What is the meaning of this? Who dares poison my subordinate?! Can you handle the responsibility?

The leader of the group laughed and his cronies joined him, the group of them seeming to think his words were a great joke. After a few moments of that, his lips curled into a smile and Sage was quite sure he had a gloating look on his face, He dared to resist these great members of Chong Wu. He should be happy we arent charging him for that poison, that venom is quite expensive after all.

Thoroughly enraged, Sage closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. Then his mouth opened and he spit with violent force upon one of the masked men. There was a loud bang as the man was thrown backward and smashed against the wall, knocking some of the cobblestone and tiles loose. He slid down to the ground and cried out in pain. The crude sound and vulgar gesture added more insult to the action, making all of their jaws drop in stunned silence.

It took them a moment to realize what had happened and then their auras flared to life and they flooded the small yard with energy, ready to pounce upon Sage and Tujiu, but at that moment the leader held up his hand, halting them all in place.

Can you handle the responsibility of hurting a man of my Chong Wu? sneered the man.

Sage laughed, all his reservations about staying out of this conflict suddenly washed away like the tide. He suddenly felt quite free, these bastards made his path quite clear. Forgive me Ancestor, your task might end up taking a few more decades or centuries to be fulfilled.

With a wide smile on his face, he reached out into the world and his Qi resonated with that of the world around him. His smile widened and a thick white mist spilled from his lips, sinking to the ground and rolling outwards like a wave. He lifted one hand and stretched out his fingers just as the mist curled up around each of the Centipede men. Then he closed his fist and they felt the world twist around them. That heavy mist sunk into their bodies and in just a few breaths they were drenched in sweat. Their throats tightened from dryness and their mouths grew scratchy, like theyd been marching through a desert for days.

You dare to cause trouble for a Nascent Soul? Who taught you little brats manners?




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