bullyxtreme Chapter 411 The Moon Goddess is actually a completely new package?
Chapter 411 The Moon Goddess is actually a completely new package?
One hour later.
The bedroom door was pushed open from the inside.
Qin Mu walked out of the room looking refreshed, wearing a moon-white robe that fit him perfectly, with the collar slightly open, revealing a small section of his collarbone.
His lips curled into that usual half-smile, and his eyes held a languid, satisfied light, like a cat that had finally eaten its fill.
He was in a mood that was more cheerful than ever before.
He never expected that this Moon Goddess would be in completely new packaging.
This gave him a completely different experience, especially seeing her wanting to resist but not daring to, and constantly worrying about the situation outside the room, which made her even more endearing.
However, this woman's strength is indeed not to be underestimated.
Fortunately, he had already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, and his true energy had been transformed into immortal power. This allowed him to launch a dimensional attack, suppressing the power in the opponent's dantian from the root. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy to subdue the opponent.
Now, after that "effort," he has placed another restriction within the Moon Goddess's body.
This restriction is more powerful and stable; it can not only suppress the Moon Goddess's power but also control her, knowing her every move.
No matter how far apart they are, he can kill the Moon Goddess with a single thought.
Qin Mu stood on the steps, his gaze falling on the old man in the courtyard.
The old man slumped to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
In just one hour, his hair seemed to have turned even grayer.
His wrinkles were deeper, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were cloudy. He looked like a withered tree that had been drained of its moisture, appearing even older.
His eyes were lifeless, staring blankly at the ground, as if he were looking at something, yet also as if he wasn't looking at anything at all.
Hearing the door open, he suddenly looked up and saw Qin Mu walk out of the room, a look of despair suddenly welling up in his cloudy eyes.
He scrambled to his feet and rushed to Qin Mu, then knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab with a dull thud.
"Young master! Please, please spare my daughter! I beg you!"
His voice was hoarse, thick with sobs, and every word was filled with pleading.
He kowtowed desperately, breaking his forehead and drawing blood that mixed with tears and dirt, covering his face.
The old woman woke up at some point, staggered over, and knelt beside the old man.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but it felt like her throat was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word. She just cried, cried silently, and tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks.
Qin Mu looked at them and immediately smiled.
He bent down, reached out and helped the old man up from the ground. His movements were very gentle and light, as if he were helping his own elder.
"What are you saying? From now on, we're family."
The old man stood up shakily, his legs weak and he could barely stand.
He held onto Qin Mu's arm, his lips trembling, instinctively wanting to refute.
Qin Mu's expression suddenly changed, his eyes turned cold, and his tone became menacing.
"What? You don't want to become family with me?"
The old man froze.
He waved his hands repeatedly, his voice becoming shrill with fear.
"No! No! Of course not!"
Qin Mu's face then broke into a smile again, a bright and sincere one.
"That's good. Once I marry your daughter, won't you also enjoy a life of luxury? This is a good thing."
The old man was on the verge of tears, his lips trembling, and he nodded.
His gaze passed over Qin Mu's shoulder and landed on the tightly closed bedroom door. His voice trembled, carrying a cautious, tentative tone, as if walking on thin ice.
"Then... young master, may I ask how my daughter is doing now?"
Qin Mu smiled, turned his head, and called out into the room.
"Come out when you're ready."
The door opened.
Zhao Qingxue, dressed as a cold and beautiful woman, helped the pale-faced A Yao out.
Ah Yao's appearance is heartbreaking.
Her hair was disheveled, with a few stray strands clinging to her pale cheeks, damp with sweat.
Her eyes were red and swollen, filled with tears, and her gaze was empty and blank, like an ancient well that had been drained dry, with no bottom and no light.
Her lips were bitten, and there was a deep tooth mark on her lower lip. The blood had dried and formed a dark red scab.
There were several faint red marks on her neck, marks left from the struggle.
Her steps were unsteady, each step feeling like walking on cotton, swaying and staggering, and she only managed to stay upright thanks to Zhao Qingxue's support.
Her hands hung at her sides, her fingers slightly curled, and her fingertips were trembling gently.
When the old man saw his daughter like this, his eyes immediately reddened even more.
He opened his mouth, wanting to call her name, but it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
Only tears flowed silently and frantically.
The moon goddess was completely bewildered at that moment.
She didn't know how she got out of that bedroom, nor where she was going.
There was only one thought in her mind.
Her power vanished.
Her power vanished.
It has completely disappeared.
During that hour, what terrified her most was not the man's violation of her, not the destruction of her chastity that she had guarded for so many years, and not even the physical torment she suffered.
Rather, it was because her internal energy had not appeared at all during this hour.
She never gave up on mobilizing her inner energy.
During that hour, she endured immense torment while desperately circulating her dantian, trying to squeeze out even the slightest bit of power from her meridians.
Every effort she made was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into her heart.
No matter how hard she tried, her dantian remained completely silent, like a dry well that had been filled in, without even an echo.
She is no different from an ordinary person now.
The thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, chilling her to the bone and making her tremble inside.
despair.
Utter despair.
She was even more desperate than when her 100,000-strong army was overturned and buried by the earth dragon.
At that time, she still had the strength and the resources to make a comeback.
But now...
She has nothing left.
Several questions were swirling in her mind.
How could this happen? Why did this happen? What exactly happened?
She carefully recalled everything that had happened during that time.
That day, when the Qin army attacked the second pass of the Moon Goddess Sect, she suddenly felt a strange unease.
A kind of danger seeping from the very marrow of her bones, chilling her to the bone.
This is a first impression.
Without hesitation, she immediately had her double guard the pass while she fled to this mountain village.
She had great faith in her woman's sixth sense.
It was this first insight that allowed her to escape death from the Qin army's encirclement and annihilation.
So she chose to believe again this time.
Even when she learned from her double that Xu Longxiang was going to besiege Liu Bai and that he was more than 80% sure of success, she still did not show up and had her double act in her place.
She thought that this would ensure her safety, and that hiding in the deep mountains and forests would protect her from all disasters.
But she never expected it.
She had clearly taken so many risks, so why did disaster still find her?
The moon goddess reflects on what happened today.
The first half of the day was the same as usual; she chopped wood, carried water, washed clothes, and cooked—everything was normal.
Then, around lunchtime, an unexpected group of one man and three women arrived.
Then that spoiled young master tried to bully her, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she prepared to kill him.
Then her inner energy disappeared.
There wasn't anything particularly special about what happened in between!
Is this young master very powerful? Or is there an even more powerful being behind him?
She carefully recalled the scene.
The young man's face was clearly filled with terror, his expression contorted, and the three women behind him were too late to stop him.
How could there possibly be such a powerful being?
The young master only made his move after her power had vanished.
What on earth happened in between?!
The moon goddess racked her brains, the veins on her forehead throbbing, but she couldn't come up with any ideas.
Her eyes grew increasingly dazed, especially as a dull pain throbbed deep within her body, making her blush with shame and so indignation that she wished she could end it all.
An unprecedented despair enveloped her.
She wasn't this desperate even when she was being hunted down by powerful figures from the Qin Dynasty and was critically injured and on the verge of death.
At that time, she at least still had goals, hatred, and the motivation to live.
But now.
If she truly loses her power and her army, what is there left for her to talk about in terms of revenge?
The first one is dead.
The old woman's cries came from the courtyard, intermittent and suppressed, like a trembling string on a musical instrument, as if it might snap at any moment.
The sound of crying pulled the moon goddess back to reality.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the old man and old woman kneeling on the ground.
The old man's forehead was bruised and bleeding, the blood and dirt mingling together in a horrifying sight.
The old woman knelt beside him, her hands covering her face, her shoulders trembling violently.
Her eyes reddened.
These two elderly people were her last source of warmth in this world.
She was critically injured and on the verge of death when she fled to this mountain village. It was this family who found her in the snow, carried her home, and cooked medicine and fed her.
That's how she managed to survive, clinging to the last thread of her life.
They didn't know her identity, didn't know who she was, they only knew that she was a pitiful child who needed to be taken care of.
She lived here for many years. Here, she learned to chop wood, carry water, grow vegetables, and cook. She learned to live like an ordinary farm girl.
For a time, she almost forgot who she was, her identity, her mission, and her hatred.
If she dies, what will happen to these two elderly people? Who will take care of them? Who will provide for them in their old age and see them off in their final days?
Her tears finally fell, silently sliding down her pale cheeks.
She can't die.
She must live.
Even if not for herself, but for the sake of these two elderly people, she cannot die.
She wants to live, to live well.
She will definitely find a way to solve the problem of her power disappearing.
The Moon Goddess took a deep breath, suppressing the surging despair little by little, and raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face with her sleeve.
She looked up at Qin Mu, her voice hoarse.
"Young master...please...don't hurt my father and mother...I...I'm willing to go with you."
The old man suddenly raised his head, stared wide-eyed at his daughter, his lips trembling violently, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.
The old woman covered her face and cried even harder, her shoulders trembling violently, her whole body like a leaf swaying in the wind and rain.
Qin Mu looked at A Yao for a long time.
A slow smile crept onto his lips, carrying an indescribable meaning.
He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, wiping away a tear that was about to fall from the corner of her eye.
"This is the kind of wife I want for my family."
He put his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
His voice drifted over from ahead, soft and tinged with a hint of amusement.
"Let's go, come home with me."
The three women followed behind him. Zhao Qingxue's expression was calm, Jiang Zhaoyue kept her head down and didn't look, and Yun Luan's hand was on the hilt of her sword, her face expressionless.
The old man slumped to the ground, watching his daughter's retreating figure as she was taken away, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
The old woman threw herself on him and burst into tears.
The sun sets in the west, and twilight descends.
In the small courtyard, only two elderly people and a pot of pheasant soup that had gone cold remained.
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