activa-t Chapter 410 The Moon Goddess's True Hiding Place! A Thorough Crush!
Chapter 410 The Moon Goddess's True Hiding Place! A Thorough Crush!
In A Yao's eyes, or rather, in the eyes of the Moon Goddess,
The arrogant, lecherous, and heinous young master in front of me is already a dead man.
She had been using the identity of A Yao for many years, but this was the first time she had ever met such a lecherous guy, which made her feel disgusted.
She had to grind the other person to dust to vent her hatred.
Although she still looked like A Yao, her eyes had returned to the cold and ruthless look of the Moon Goddess, like a thousand-year-old ice.
Seeing the young master's terrified expression, she felt no pleasure whatsoever; in fact, she felt as if she had dirtied her hands.
She just wanted to crush this ant as soon as possible.
The Moon Goddess channeled her vast, boundless innate true energy, palm down, aiming at the young master's head.
"die."
She uttered a single word coldly.
then……
Nothing happened.
There was no surge of true energy, no howling wind, and no earth-shattering collapse.
That hand hung suspended in mid-air, slender and fair, like a delicate little white flower swaying in the wind.
The moon goddess was stunned.
She looked down at her hands, then looked up at the young master.
Her eyes were blank, like a young animal suddenly thrown into an unfamiliar jungle, at a loss.
Because the moon goddess discovered that her body was empty.
Her dantian was empty, her meridians were empty, and all the innate true energy she had painstakingly cultivated for decades in her limbs and bones was as if it had been snatched away by an invisible hand, leaving nothing behind.
Her mind went blank.
What's going on?
What about her innate vital energy?
Where is her vast, ocean-like dantian?
Why is there nothing left?
She had never experienced anything so bizarre.
She even thought for a moment that it was her imagination.
How could this happen?!
You should know that she has reached the peak of the First Grade Celestial Phenomenon Realm, and is only a step away from becoming a half-step terrestrial immortal.
Although she was only one step away from becoming a celestial being, she always regarded herself as a near-immortal.
Because she felt there wasn't much difference.
If she hadn't been severely injured and hadn't been weakened by the Qin Dynasty's siege last time, she would have been a half-step terrestrial immortal long ago, and might even have achieved the realm of a terrestrial immortal.
With such immense power, how could his true energy disappear? That's simply impossible!
Before she could figure out what had happened, the young man in front of her seemed to have just recovered from his shock. He blinked, then grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"This young lady has quite a temper; she almost scared me half to death. Turns out she's just a silver spear and a candlestick."
His voice carried an exaggerated sense of relief, but his eyes gleamed with lewd light.
"However—the way this young lady throws a tantrum has a unique charm. I like this kind of fiery little firecracker."
He smiled and reached out, grabbing the Moon Goddess's outstretched hand. Her palm was warm, and her fingers were clenched tightly, like an iron clamp.
He pulled her into his arms.
The Moon Goddess felt a sudden tightening on her wrist, as an irresistible force came through her.
The next moment, she was thrown into a warm, unfamiliar embrace that carried a faint scent of ambergris.
Her body suddenly stiffened, as if frozen.
She felt the unfamiliar and extremely aggressive aura emanating from her body, and her mind exploded with a "boom".
She finally realized what was happening.
She was actually held in the arms of this young master whom she regarded as an ant!
A tremendous surge of humiliation and anger erupted from the depths of her heart, like a volcanic eruption, burning her so intensely that she trembled all over!
"Let me go!"
The Moon Goddess struggled fiercely, pushing against the young master's chest with her arms, kicking wildly with her legs, and twisting her body like a fish that had been caught.
As she struggled, she frantically tried to draw upon her lost power from her dantian.
But his dantian was completely empty, like a dried-up old well, without a single drop of water.
Her struggles grew weaker and more desperate, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, frantically flapping its wings but sinking deeper and deeper.
The moon goddess finally panicked.
She didn't understand what had happened, why her power had disappeared, or who this young master in front of her was.
There was only one thought in her mind.
It’s over.
Seeing that her struggles were futile, the young master became even more excited.
He put one arm around her waist and grabbed her wrist with the other, half-dragging and half-carrying her towards the bedroom.
"Don't worry, my little lady. I will take good care of you."
His voice rang in her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, like a slippery snake crawling across her skin.
The moon goddess trembled, and even more anger surged in her eyes!
She gritted her teeth, desperately searching for the lost power within her, but found nothing.
The old man watched as his daughter was dragged towards the bedroom by that living devil, and his eyes instantly reddened.
The fear that had been building up in his heart for so long was overwhelmed by a surge of anger and paternal love at this moment.
The fear that had been building up in his heart for so long was overwhelmed by a surge of anger and paternal love at this moment.
He suddenly scrambled to his feet and stumbled toward the young master.
"Let go of my daughter!"
He clenched his fist, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse and broken.
The aloof woman suddenly turned around, her long sword still sheathed, but she gently pushed the old man's chest with the hilt.
The force was neither too strong nor too weak, yet it felt like an invisible wall. The old man stumbled back several steps, fell to the ground with a thud, his face pale, and couldn't get up for a long time.
When the Moon Goddess saw this scene, her eyes suddenly reddened.
She struggled desperately, shoving the young master, her voice sharp with anger and urgency!
"Don't hurt my father! Or I'll tear you to pieces!"
Her voice trembled, and every word seemed to be forced out of her throat.
At this moment, she no longer cared about her image or identity; all she wanted was to protect the old man who had saved her life and raised her for many years.
The young master paused for a moment.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He looked down at the woman in his arms who was still struggling desperately.
This person was none other than Qin Mu in disguise.
When he discovered that the Moon Goddess who appeared before Xu Longxiang was a fake, he sent Yunluan to search for the whereabouts of the real Moon Goddess, and she followed her all the way here.
The moment he entered the courtyard, he knew that the girl named A Yao was the Moon Goddess in disguise.
Qin Mu originally thought that this place was just a hiding place for the Moon Goddess, a disguise to avoid being discovered by the Qin army or powerful figures.
The elderly couple and the mountain village were merely pawns she used to deceive others.
But now, looking at the real, undisguised worry and fear in her eyes, he suddenly became uncertain.
The moon goddess seemed to have genuine feelings for this elderly couple.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have had that expression when she saw the old man being beaten.
Qin Mu could see that there was genuine worry and fear in his eyes.
That worry and fear was even stronger than the fear she felt when she discovered that the power within her had disappeared.
A hint of amusement flashed in Qin Mu's eyes.
That's quite interesting.
He thought the couple was just an insignificant link in the chain.
Now it seems that this may not be the case.
This couple, and indeed the entire mountain village, are perhaps an extremely important place and people to the Moon Goddess.
Qin Mu sneered, slowly lowered his head, and leaned close to the Moon Goddess's ear, his lips almost touching her earlobe.
His voice was soft and gentle, like he was whispering sweet nothings.
But each word was like a cold knife, pressed against the heart of the moon goddess.
"If you struggle any further, I'll tear this old man to pieces right now. I'll start with his toes, and then cut him bit by bit, all the way down to his thigh."
The moon goddess's body suddenly stiffened!
All her struggles, all her anger, all her madness froze in that instant.
She dared not move.
She bit her lip so hard that blood seeped out.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back tightly, refusing to let them fall.
Her body was trembling slightly, like a leaf blown away by the autumn wind, with nowhere to go and nowhere to escape.
The moon goddess's voice squeezed out from deep within her throat, terribly hoarse.
"Please don't hurt them...please..."
Looking at her like this, Qin Mu slowly smiled.
He released her wrists, then wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up like a tamed cat.
"That's a good girl."
Qin Mu picked her up and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
Behind them, the aloof woman sheathed her sword, the gentle woman stood with her hands at her sides, and the cold-faced woman followed without expression.
The old man slumped to the ground, watching his daughter being carried away, tears streaming silently down his face.
His lips trembled; he wanted to shout, but no sound came out; he wanted to get up, but he couldn't.
The mother was still unconscious on the ground, unaware of anything.
The fire in the stove had gone out, and the soup in the pot had gone cold.
As dusk settled, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence, save for the occasional gust of night wind that swept up a few withered leaves, which twirled on the ground before settling back down.
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