Yue Bixuan scoffed, "What? I caused this all by myself? Your mother's death was because of you, because she died in childbirth. You're a jinx. You killed her yourself!"
Han Moyu wasn't angered by her words. Instead, he remained unusually calm. He looked at Yue Bixuan and said softly, "I've already investigated. It was you who bribed the midwife to drug my mother!"
Yue Bixuan didn't care at all. "You need evidence to speak, not just empty words!"
Han Moyu was furious. "You, you dare to do it but not admit it, huh?"
"Hahahaha! You haven't improved at all!" Yue Bixuan couldn't help but laugh.
Han Moyu gritted his teeth.
Xu Ning couldn't stand it anymore. While painting, she spoke softly, "With absolute strength, why bother with reason? Don't you have hands?"
Han Moyu was stunned for a mont, then gritted his teeth and raised his long sword. "Master is right. Why should I reason with you!"
After saying that, he activated the Snow Shadow Step, instantly stepped forward, and his long sword slashed at Yue Bixuan's arm without hesitation.
Thud—
The severed hand flew off instantly, blood splattering out.
"Ah—ah—you dare—"
Yue Bixuan scread in pain.
Han Moyu said, "This sword is to avenge you for hitting !"
At this mont, the people behind Yue Bixuan reacted and quickly stepped forward, standing in front of Yue Bixuan to protect her.
An old man stood in front of Han Moyu.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Yue Bixuan was nearly driven mad by the pain, pointing at Han Moyu with her last remaining finger and screaming wildly.
Han Moyu, holding his longsword, looked ahead and gritted his teeth, saying, "Those who are not involved, get out of the way, or die!"
The old man frowned at Han Moyu. "Third Young Master, don't be so stubborn. If the Master blas you, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
Han Moyu replied, "I am a cultivator now. Let him try interfering!"
These words shocked everyone present.
Cultivators were beings who had transcended the mortal realm, also known as immortals.
Even the governnt dared not interfere with such people, because they knew that immortals would go to the cultivation world after handling their affairs.
If soone insisted on interfering, they would only be killed in vain.
The old man's expression also changed drastically, and he couldn't help but turn to glance at Yue Bixuan, who was screaming hysterically in pain behind him.
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Then he turned to Han Moyu. "Third Young Master, protecting Madam's safety is my duty. I hope you'll give so face!"
Han Moyu looked at the old man with icy eyes. "Your face? Who do you think you are!"
The old man frowned upon hearing this. Just as he hesitated, Yue Bixuan's roar ca from behind. "He's lying! How could a re illegitimate son be a cultivator? Kill him!"
The old man hesitated before speaking. "Madam, how about I protect you and help you escape? Your safety is the most important!"
Yue Bixuan shouted, "Who wants you to protect and help escape? I want you to kill him! Kill him!"
Han Moyu said, "Whether you can leave or not is not up to you!"
With that, Han Moyu drew his sword and charged forward, swinging it directly at the old man.
The old man quickly drew the long sword he carried on his back to block.
Clang—
A crisp sound rang out, and the old man's long sword was imdiately split in two.
But Han Moyu's sword did not stop, continuing to slash at the old man.
The old man quickly dodged the longsword, staring in disbelief at the half-sharp blade. He leaped up, avoiding Han Moyu's horizontal slash.
Han Moyu, however, swung his sword upwards, aiming at the old man in mid-air.
In a panic, the old man kicked at the sword.
Thud—
His foot was instantly sliced in half, the cut perfectly smooth.
The old man's face paled instantly, and he frantically tried to escape the fight.
But Han Moyu gave him no chance. His sword followed closely, stabbing the old man directly in the waist.
Thud—
Bang—
The old man landed, unable to stand, collapsing to the ground.
Terrifying pain shot through him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his teeth clenched tightly. He turned his head in disbelief. "How is this possible?"
He was a peak-level acquired expert, yet he had been utterly defeated.
Han Moyu said, "I've already said, I'm a cultivator!"
A re spirit-grade longsword was enough to put him in a league of his own, far beyond the reach of martial arts masters like Han Moyu, who was also a martial artist.
Without hesitation, Han Moyu swung his sword again, ending the old man's suffering.
The old man was a martial arts master hired by the Han family at a high price, who had been protecting Yue Bixuan for many years and had done many unspeakable things for her.
After killing the old man, Han Moyu suddenly raised his sword and pointed it at the group of servants. "Either get out of here, or die!"
These words imdiately terrified the servants, who retreated hastily.
Han Moyu, sword in hand, walked step by step towards Yue Bixuan.
"No, this is impossible! No, don't co any closer!" Yue Bixuan, seeing Han Moyu approaching, was terrified and retreated repeatedly.
Han Moyu quickly stepped forward and cleaved off one of Yue Bixuan's legs with a single sword strike.
With a thud, Yue Bixuan, who had lost her leg, lost her balance and fell to the ground, struggling in pain.
Han Moyu said, "This sword is to avenge the first ti you tried to harm !"
He stepped forward again, swinging his sword once more. "This sword is to avenge the killing of Xiao Cui!"
As he spoke, the sword struck Yue Bixuan.
He recounted all the pain and suffering of the past years, every single one.
Finally, Han Moyu's sword swung towards Yue Bixuan's neck. "The final sword, to avenge the killing of my mother!"
Seeing that Yue Bixuan was completely lifeless, Han Moyu stood there, sword in hand, his eyes reddening.
All the bitterness and pain of the past years had finally been released in this mont.
Turning away, sword in hand, Han Moyu silently said, "Take your mistress's body and go back!"
The servants dared not utter a word and quickly carried Yue Bixuan away.
Back at the coffin shop, Han Moyu said softly, "Master! Thank you!"
Xu Ning finished painting and stood up. "Keep your bottom line. Don't impose your suffering on others!"
Han Moyu nodded vigorously. "Master, don't worry, I have my bottom line too!"
In the afternoon, the county officials ca, but not to arrest Han Moyu, but to find out what was going on.
Arresting an immortal? Who would dare! How much was a month's salary? And they'd risk their lives!
After Han Moyu explained the situation, the county officials assured him that they would publish the facts truthfully and wouldn't make things difficult for Han Moyu.
At the sa ti, after publishing the facts, everyone would probably understand Han Moyu, and it wouldn't cause public outrage.
Finally, the county officials still couldn't help but ask Han Moyu when he would leave.
After all, staying was a ticking ti bomb.
Han Moyu said, "My master is here. He won't be leaving anyti soon!"
The county officials had no choice but to leave.
A few days later, Han Moyu's father, Han Feng, finally couldn't sit still any longer and ca to the coffin shop.
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