Finale (Part 1)
“You were looking for me, Cousin?”
“You want me to kill someone? I… have never liked killing people. Can you not capture and torture him for twenty years? How about roasting his bum?”
“That makes it hard. I only kill nefarious villains, or even my broken brain would hurt.”
“Wait! Do you mean it?!”
“Are you really giving it to me. P-perhaps my father is qualified… but it is our clan’s heirloom, is it not? Can I really have it?”
“Is he… really such a threat to the martial world and our clan?”
“Cousin, this is not what you told me. Ming Feizhen does not seem to be a bad guy at all. Why do you want him dead?”
“I resigned from my post under Blue Prince His Highness to help you complete the request. I want to help, but asking me to kill someone innocent is…”
“Cousin, what is the meaning of this? Wait, th-, stop! Aaaah!”
The only person who could’ve been the creature Ming Feizhen dropped repetitively was Feng Qizhi. From the start, Feng Jiutian designated Feng Qizhi as an irreplaceable piece in his equation. Feng Qizhi’s father was the only one who consumed some of Nirvana’s bloodmarrow, and nobody was able to replicate his results despite their wealth and attempts to replicate them. There was something special about Feng Qizhi’s father that allowed his blood to mix with Nirvana’s. Of course, that didn’t mean he was able to endure the barrage of violence that constantly assaulted his mind until he lost his mind and went on a rampage. Although they managed to stop him, they did lose their precious test subject. Thankfully, he left his son to them.
Feng Qizhi showed incredible aptitude from childhood; he ran fast, had plenty of strength and great vision. He was able to learn faster than other children with half of their effort and utilised his strength in a superior manner compared to other children. Best of all, the violence of Nirvana’s bloodmarrow didn’t influence his mind too much. While his brain function was questionable, his personality was more robust than anyone else in Feng Clan. For instance, he believed in natural love between parents and children, which was basically an insane thought to other members of Feng Clan. Hence, Feng Jiutian was certain Feng Qizhi would bite the bait.
Giving Feng Qizhi the authority to use Nirvana’s bloodmarrow was a gift that would’ve sent him to bed with a smile. In saying that, even Feng Qizhi knew that it came at a cost, though he never expected the cost to be his mutation.
Ming Feizhen could hear the sorrow in Feng Qizhi’s howls even though he didn’t know what the latter was sad about. It was initially hard to tell who the creature was, but it was impossible to see it as anyone else once he identified it was Feng Qizhi. Ming Feizhen saw Feng Qizhi as a child crying pain and misery out of his body.
“I have never had any grudges with you. Why are you going so far to kill me? Have I crossed you somehow without being aware?”
Feng Jiutian chuckled. “No grudges whatsoever, but there is someone who wants me to kill you, so I have to obey.”
“So it’s a transaction?”
“Transactions take place at every corner of the world. There is nothing in the world that cannot be achieved through transactions. If you think life is valueless, ask your friends from League of Assassins if I am wrong.”
Ming Feizhen smiled. “I never said you’re wrong. Why are you so eager to dispute it with me as if someone has contested your beliefs with you thousands of times before?”
“… I didn’t expect you to be a debater, Brother Ming.”
“Quite to the contrary. I hate debating. Better to throw hands than words. You’re right in that transactions are part of life everywhere in the world, but I’m penniless and refuse to do business with you.” Ming Feizhen’s expression changed. “You know that fire is the best supplement for a phoenix to produce fire from its blood, but do you realise that these blackice walls reduce its abilities by more than 40%? I don’t get it. Do you want to see him be beaten so badly?”
“How could I bear to see my cousin suffer. You are partially correct in that the walls reduce his abilities; however, he can still be active. Ice and fire neutralise each other, which is why the blackice walls are detrimental for him, but the phoenix blood provides him with a level of support.”
Ming Feizhen pulled his brows together.
“It’s okay if you don’t understand yet because you should soon understand. Haven’t you noticed the temperature in here continuing to drop?”
Upon inhaling, Ming Feizhen confirmed Feng Jiutian was right. He didn’t realise the temperature gradually dropped.
Blackice walls weren’t ultra expensive just because it was a symbol of wealth and a means of combatting the summer heat. Bright Mirror Palace forged weapons, so there was no need for them to produce products solely to entertain socialites. The true potential of the walls was expressed once the gus within were awoken thanks to their abilities to inflict harm through their icy venom.
“My cousin finished the preparations after he bounced off the wall twice. Brother Ming, can you still move?”
Ming Feizhen took another breath, then smiled. “It sure is cold. Your cousin isn’t doing too well, either, though. He can’t even stand up anymore. You don’t think I’m going to stand around and wait for him to recover, do you?”
“Of course not because there’s also…”
“There’s also me.” A man dressed in black and protected under a layer of armour descended from above.
Ming Feizhen scanned the man and complimented, “Finally someone with some promise.”
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