Chapter 142: Do You Want to Rebel?

Chapter 142: Do You Want to Rebel?

Yun Li: "Nan Heng accidentally witnessed me controlling Mo Yunfeng. I offered a hundred bags of salt as a trade to make Mo Yunfeng work for him."

Mo Jiuya: "What did Nan Heng want Mo Yunfeng to do?"

Yun Li: "He said that Mo Yunfeng, with his martial arts skills and obedience, was the perfect fit to lead the Yan Bang, which he had painstakingly nurtured for years. Since no one else around him fits the bill, he believed Mo Yunfeng would be ideal – someone I can manipulate and who can fight a hundred opponents alone."

Mo Jiuya: "Why did you meet Nan Heng today?"

Yun Li: "Mo Yunfeng occasionally resists my zǐ gu. In such cases, I have no choice but to use the mǔ gu to render him unconscious temporarily. During this time, I rush to Mo Yunfeng's side to control him closely. A few days ago, I noticed something amiss with the mǔ gu, realizing there was an issue with Mo Yunfeng. That's why I hurried over to help."

Feeling that he had learned enough, Mo Jiuya prepared for the next step – avenging his years-long hatred by taking this enemy's life.

However, before that, he wanted to inquire about Yun Li's master one more time.

Considering Yun Li's unusual reaction just now was triggered by He Zhiran asking about her master.

Therefore, Mo Jiuya decided to approach the question differently.

"Where is your master currently?"

Indeed, as long as he didn't directly ask who her master was, Yun Li wouldn't become overly agitated.

"My master wanders around the lands all year round, his whereabouts unpredictable. I haven't seen him in three years."

Mo Jiuya's brows knitted together. "What are some distinctive features of your master?"

Yun Li replied, "My master has white hair but a youthful appearance. When traveling, he often wears a black cloak. Furthermore, he has a peculiar habit of dressing up as a woman. That's all I know."

Mo Jiuya pressed on, "Who exactly is your master?"

No sooner had he finished his sentence than Yun Li clutched her head in pain once more.

"I can't say... I can't say..."

He Zhiran adjusted the pendulum's rhythm again, but alas, it had no effect this time.

After a few cries of agony, Yun Li's eyes grew increasingly clear.

He Zhiran realized that her hypnotic spell on Yun Li had worn off.

Upon regaining consciousness, Yun Li was oblivious to what had just transpired.

She continued to gaze provocatively at Mo Jiuya.

"I'll be straightforward with you, Mo Yunfeng is under my puppet curse. If I were to die, the mother parasite I've been nurturing would perish alongside me. You're an experienced individual; I trust you can imagine what would follow next without my further elaboration?"

Of course, Mo Jiuya was well aware of the consequences should Yun Li meet her demise.

It was simple: if she and the maternal gu died simultaneously, the offspring gu would also perish with its mother. The body it inhabited would be buried along with them.

However, Yun Li was unaware that the offspring gu in Mo Yunfeng's body had already been successfully extracted. Even if she were to die, it would only mean mutual destruction with the gu she had bred—there would be no connection to Mo Yunfeng at all.

Seeing that Mo Jiuya remained silent, she sneered coldly, "Huh... What about it, Mo Jiuya? Are you afraid?

"If you let me go now, perhaps, in a fit of joy, I might consider sparing Mo Yunfeng.

"But if you remain obstinate..."

Yun Li glanced down at her severed arm.

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Mo Jiuya didn't bother wasting more words with her. With a swift motion, he severed Yun Li's other arm.

A bloodied, fair limb fell to the ground, but He Zhiran approached as if she hadn't noticed, wiping the sweat from Mo Jiuya's forehead that had been caused by his intense emotions.

She could comprehend the depths of Mo Jiuya's hatred.

If she were in his shoes, she wouldn't have stopped at cutting off Yun Li's arm; she might even have sliced her a thousand times to assuage the hatred in her heart.

To raise such a venomous puppet to harm others was an act that defied all moral principles.

With this thought, He Zhiran turned back to the infirmary.

There, she had a bottle of a serum specifically designed by some nation to torment war prisoners.

It would be perfectly suited for someone like Yun Li.

He Zhiran returned with the small vial of serum and, before Yun Li's eyes, unscrewed the cap and suddenly poured the entire contents onto her face.

At first, Yun Li didn't feel anything and continued to threaten Mo Jiuya with Mo Yunfeng's life.

However, within just a few seconds, a scorching sensation began to spread across her face.

Instinctively, she reached out to touch it, only to realize that she no longer had hands.

"Mo Jiuya, what did you do to me? Ah... It hurts so much..."

Yun Li screamed in a near-hysterical frenzy.

Although Mo Jiuya had no idea what He Zhiran had poured onto Yun Li's face, he knew that whatever it was, it must be something precious and potent. Thus, he refrained from further attacking Yun Li and instead stood at a distance, his eyes fixed intently on her.

Yun Li's face began to disintegrate, erasing her once-beautiful appearance in an instant. Now, the only way to recognize her was through her increasingly hoarse voice.

Nan Heng, bound and lying not too far away, seemed to have been roused by the piercing shrieks. Following the sound, he saw a blood-soaked woman rolling on the ground in obvious agony.

The moment he recognized the woman's face, he was nearly terrified out of his wits. However, he quickly identified her from her pained screams and attire as Yun Li.

"Master State Preceptor, what has happened to you?"

In the midst of his questioning, Nan Heng instinctively tried to rise and escape, only to realize that his limbs were tightly bound, rendering him immobile.

He glanced around in a panic.

Mo Jiuya was now dressed in the rough homespun clothes he had worn during his exile.

Nan Heng recognized him at once.

"Mo Jiuya, are you trying to rebel? Daring to kidnap this prince?"

Mo Jiuya snorted coldly. "Aren't you and your father already convinced that I conspired with foreign enemies to rebel?"

Hearing this, Nan Heng felt a twinge of fear.

Mo Jiuya's words made it clear that he no longer regarded rebellion as a serious matter. If that was the case, what leverage did Nan Heng have to threaten him?

"Mo Jiuya, you... You dare... Release this prince at once, and I can pardon your crimes!"

At that moment, Mo Jiuya had no patience for verbal sparring. He strode forward, picked up Nan Heng as if he were a chicken, and threw him less than five meters away from Yun Li.

He Zhiran seized the opportunity to ruthlessly kick Nan Heng several times.

"Watch carefully. If you don't want to end up like her, then confess every dirty deed you've done to the Mo family."

Right at that moment, Yun Li inconveniently rolled in front of him.

Being so close, Nan Heng could clearly see the revolting pus oozing from Yun Li's face.

In some severely decayed areas, the bone was shockingly exposed.

Nan Heng turned pale with fear. At the same time, he felt a warm flow originating from the base of his thighs, spreading downward...