nashuaworldcup Chapter 442 Aren't you afraid that one day I'll regain my strength and kill you?
Chapter 442 Aren't you afraid that one day I'll regain my strength and kill you?
The carriage traveled north along the official road, its wheels rolling over the yellow earth with a monotonous and dull sound.
After several days of travel, we were getting further and further away from the southwestern border region, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed.
The rolling mountains have receded, replaced by an endless plain, where golden wheat waves ripple and rustle in the autumn wind.
The trees lining the official road have changed from dense banyan trees to tall poplar trees, their leaves beginning to turn yellow, with a few occasionally drifting down and swirling to land on the roof of the carriage.
Yun Suxin sat in the carriage, leaning against the window, watching the scenery rushing past outside. She felt her depressed mood improve slightly.
The sky ahead was blue, the clouds were white, and the wind was gentle, like a painting she had never seen before.
Anyway, since it has already happened, let's accept it calmly.
After these days of self-reflection and adjustment, Yun Suxin's mood has improved a lot.
She began to re-examine her situation and think about what to do next.
When the Taiyin Holy Sect was wiped out by the Great Qin Dynasty, she was on the verge of death, covered in wounds, and collapsed in the snow in that small mountain village, unable to even crawl.
She thought she was going to die, that everything was about to end.
But she didn't give up, she didn't close her eyes. Instead, she gritted her teeth and used her last bit of strength to crawl through the snow all night until she reached the old couple's door and knocked on the door that had saved her life.
She overcame such difficult circumstances, so what is this little difficulty?
So what if I'm being played by this spoiled brat? What can I do about it?
Just think of it as being bitten by a dog.
Anyway, things haven't gotten to the worst point yet. As long as she's alive, as long as she has a breath left, there's still a chance.
After observing him for the past few days, Yun Suxin carefully assessed this playboy who called himself Zheng Qingyun.
It's true that this guy is a bit clever; he can come up with a plan to have the Moon Goddess seduce Xu Longxiang and use her as a tool to kill him, and he can also recognize Xu Longxiang and use his identity to threaten him.
But most of the time, he only knows how to play with women. She has experienced this firsthand in the past few days, and the experience is so profound that she doesn't even want to recall the details.
His little bit of cleverness is simply no match for absolute strength.
Once I recover my cultivation, I can smash him into a meat patty with a single slap, leaving not even a crumb.
Therefore, Yun Suxin felt that she still had a chance.
Although the capital city was unfamiliar to her, wasn't that also an opportunity?
The capital city is a melting pot of people from all walks of life.
If she could secretly develop the Moon Goddess Cult here, win over the court officials, bewitch the military generals, and turn them all into her followers.
Then she wouldn't need to start a rebellion, wouldn't need those wars with countless deaths and injuries, wouldn't need to shed so much blood.
All she needed to do was to have these people suddenly launch an attack during the morning court session on a certain day, and she could then cut down the tyrant on his throne.
By then, the entire Qin Dynasty will be hers.
Yun Suxin was very excited as she thought about her plan, like a fire that had been suppressed under ashes finally letting out a glimmer of light.
Who says the capital city is a cage for her?
Perhaps it's another opportunity, a window that God has opened for her.
Of course, all of this is on the premise that she can recover her strength. Even if she can't fully recover, she should at least recover a portion of it.
Even if it's only a ten or twenty percent, she's confident she can manipulate those court officials at will.
Otherwise, it's all just empty talk. You can't even crush an ant, so how can you talk about controlling the court officials?
Therefore, whenever she had free time these past few days, Yun Suxin was searching for ways to restore her strength.
She sat cross-legged in the corner of the carriage, holding her breath and focusing her mind, circulating her cultivation techniques. She started with the most basic introductory mental cultivation method of the Moon Goddess Sect and tried her way up, all the way to the highest secret manual that only the successive sect leaders were qualified to cultivate.
She circulated each exercise at least three times according to the incantation, over and over again, from morning to night, and from night to morning.
To everyone's dismay, there was still no clue whatsoever.
The dantian was empty and the meridians were completely still, with no flow of true qi.
She tried several new cultivation methods, and even tried mixing several completely different mental techniques together, but the result was the same.
I can't sense anything, there's nothing there.
Yun Suxin was even preparing to learn the forbidden techniques of the Moon Goddess Cult.
That was an extremely domineering technique called the "Blood Moon Heavenly Demon Technique".
It is said that by cultivating this skill, one can forcibly devour the cultivation and essence of others and convert them into one's own, thus recovering or even surpassing one's peak state in a very short time.
However, the side effects of this forbidden technique are far too great.
It will cause cultivators to gradually lose their minds, become insane and bloodthirsty, and disregard their own family, eventually turning them into demons who only know how to kill, and who can't even remember who they are.
The former leader had sternly warned her that she should never touch this kind of cultivation method unless absolutely necessary, or her life would be ruined.
Yun Suxin bit her lip, suppressing the thought.
It's not the right time yet; she can still hold on.
She still has reason and hope; she hasn't been driven to the brink of despair.
Let's wait a little longer and look for another way. Maybe there's someone or something in the capital that can help her regain her strength.
So she could only go to the capital first. Perhaps that big city, those powerful families she had never met before, and those extraordinary people hiding in the shadows, would have a way to help her regain her strength.
As Yun Suxin thought this, the fire that had been suppressed under the ashes lit up for a moment again.
She leaned against the carriage wall, gazing at the increasingly expansive plain outside the window, her mind racing with plans for what to do after arriving in the capital. From how to conceal her identity to how to make contact with court officials, from how to develop her followers to how to restore her strength, she rehearsed each step in her mind.
"Come here. Give me a leg massage."
Qin Mu's voice came from deep inside the carriage, languid and nonchalant, as if he were giving an order for something utterly ordinary.
Yun Suxin's thoughts were abruptly interrupted.
She turned her head and looked at Qin Mu, who was leaning against the brocade cushion.
Yun Suxin put away her chaotic thoughts, obediently stood up, walked over, knelt down at Qin Mu's feet, placed her hands on his calves, and began to massage them gently.
After spending these few days together, she felt she had figured out some of the playboy's habits.
The most important rule is never to disobey him. Whatever he says goes, and whatever he asks you to do goes. Even if you want to tear him to pieces in your heart, you must pretend to be obedient on your face.
Only in this way could she feel better, suffer less torment, and eke out a living in the cracks.
So after these few days of "adjustment," she has almost reached the point of being completely obedient.
He told her to massage his feet, so she massaged his feet; he told her to pound his legs, so she pounded his legs; he told her to dance, so she danced; he told her to kneel, so she dared not stand.
Yun Suxin convinced herself that all of this was just enduring humiliation, that it was temporary, and that it was all for the future.
The day she regains her strength, she will make her pay back tenfold or a hundredfold for the suffering she endured today.
Qin Mu looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, then suddenly clicked his tongue, a sound with an indescribable, playful tone.
"Sometimes I really wonder if you're really the moon goddess. How can you be so easily bossed around by me, with no dignity befitting a moon goddess at all?"
His voice was soft, with a hint of amusement, like he was teasing a cat that had finally learned to obey.
At this moment, Yun Suxin had returned to her original form.
It wasn't A Yao's delicate peasant girl face, but the Moon Goddess's original, exquisitely beautiful face, with a hint of sharpness and majesty.
Upon hearing Qin Mu's words, Yun Suxin's lips twitched slightly, her eyes twitched, and her fingers paused for a moment.
She thought angrily to herself, "If my strength hadn't mysteriously disappeared, where would you have the chance to order me around?"
Who do you think you are? A spoiled brat who bullies the common people because of your family background, a good-for-nothing who only knows how to play around with women, do you even deserve to have me massage your legs?
Once I regain my strength, the first thing I'll do is twist your head off and use it as a football!
But she only dared to say these words in her heart, not daring to utter a single word.
Thinking of this, Yun Suxin felt a burning hatred for Chen Ruoyao, wishing she could tear her to pieces and grind her bones to dust.
Although she has felt much better after these few days of adjustment, the thorn in her heart is only getting deeper and deeper.
The thought of Chen Ruoyao standing in front of her, expressionless, saying "Moon Goddess, I'm sorry," and the thought of her standing beside Qin Mu, looking at that纨绔 (playboy) with eyes full of awe and worship, made her tremble with hatred.
If Chen Ruoyao hadn't exposed her identity, she wouldn't be in such a passive position now, being manipulated by a playboy like this.
It was bad enough that Chen Ruoyao exposed her identity to that playboy, but what she couldn't tolerate the most was that Chen Ruoyao betrayed her right in front of her.
She brainwashed Chen Ruoyao for so many years, trained her for so many years, and poured so many resources into her, transforming her from a peasant girl in a mountain village into a powerful expert at the First Grade Finger Profound Realm, giving her the face of the Moon Goddess, the status of the Moon Goddess, and everything of the Moon Goddess.
She thought Chen Ruoyao was the most loyal person and would never betray her.
But Chen Ruoyao still betrayed her.
It wasn't just betrayal; it was climbing over her dead body to get ahead, and then having to say "I'm sorry" to her...
The thought of this made Yun Suxin grit her teeth in hatred.
Once she regains her strength, the first thing I'll do is to tear her to pieces, making her wish she were dead, so she'll know the consequences of betrayal!
Qin Mu looked at her unpredictable expression, smiled, and continued:
"Tell me, how exactly did you lose your power? I'm very curious."
Yun Suxin remained silent and did not speak.
Her fingers were still massaging Qin Mu's calf, the movements never stopping, but her mind was blank.
How could she know?
She wanted to know, she dreamed of knowing.
She even wondered if God was playing a joke on her, deliberately taking away her power just to see her fall from grace and into the mud.
She considered countless possibilities.
Is it a problem with the technique? Was she affected by some strange force when the dragon turned over that day? Did that damned substitute give her some kind of drug?
But she rejected every possibility herself, because there was no evidence and no clues.
Qin Mu's expression suddenly darkened, and he said in a cold voice:
"I'm asking you a question!"
Yun Suxin's body trembled subconsciously, and she almost instinctively raised her head, her lips quivering and her voice hoarse.
"I...I don't know either."
Qin Mu frowned, his eyes grew colder, and his voice deepened.
"Who told you to answer like that? Have you forgotten the rules I taught you?"
Yun Suxin's body stiffened instantly.
She knelt there motionless, like a stone statue that had been frozen in place.
Of course she remembers.
The rule this playboy mentioned was that one must always address someone as "Young Master" and refer to oneself as "Servant."
He tells her to kneel, and she has to kneel. He tells her to crawl, and she has to crawl.
She, the Moon Goddess, who commands hundreds of thousands of believers and is a peerless powerhouse at the half-step terrestrial immortal realm, has to call herself "slave" in front of him.
Every time she said it, it felt like being stripped naked and thrown into the street; the shame made her feel like she was dying.
So she subconsciously avoided those two titles every time.
Yun Suxin slowly raised her head, looked at Qin Mu, and a cold glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.
Now that you know my identity, aren't you afraid that one day I'll regain my strength and kill you?