xymnovel Chapter 422 Qin Mu's Oscar-worthy acting skills!
Chapter 422 Qin Mu's Oscar-worthy acting skills!
Yun Suxin's eyes flickered.
She deliberately quickened her pace, moving two steps forward from the back of the line to a position slightly behind and to the side of Qin Mu, exposing her face completely to the street.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the carriage, and prayed frantically in her heart, "See me, see me, please see me!"
But to her disappointment, the carriage windows were tightly covered by brocade curtains, which remained completely still, not even a corner was lifted.
Those inside cannot see outside, and those outside cannot see inside.
Yun Suxin's heart sank suddenly.
She frantically considered in her mind whether she should make some noise? Cough? Or pretend to fall?
But she dared not, because the devil was only half a step in front of her, and every move she made could not escape his eyes.
Just when she was extremely conflicted and anxious.
Qin Mu's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of impatience and the arrogance typical of a spoiled brat.
"Who are these people? So arrogant, their entourage is even bigger than mine!"
His folding fan snapped shut with a crisp "snap" in the morning breeze.
Yunluan stood beside him, her hand on the hilt of her sword, her gaze fixed on the vermilion carriage, her voice clear and steady.
"Young master, this is the Moon Goddess Cult I mentioned yesterday."
Qin Mu chuckled, the disdainful curve of his lips deepening, his eyes filled with contempt.
"With their character, they call themselves the Moon Goddess Cult? I'm more like the Sun Goddess Cult!"
His voice was not quiet; in fact, it was deliberately raised a few decibels, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
The pedestrians on the street fell silent instantly, all staring wide-eyed at this arrogant and ignorant brat.
The followers of the Moon Goddess Cult also heard this. They suddenly stopped in their tracks, turned around, and all looked at Qin Mu.
Their faces were ashen, and their eyes burned with furious flames, like a pot of oil about to explode.
"How dare you!" a white-robed believer shouted angrily, his voice becoming shrill with rage.
"How dare you blaspheme the moon goddess! You're asking for death!"
"Seize him! Those who blaspheme the Moon Goddess shall have their entire family executed!"
Dozens of white-clad believers swarmed forward, wielding prayer flags and sticks, and surrounded Qin Mu and his group.
Their faces were contorted with rage, their eyes filled with fanatical killing intent, like a pack of enraged wolves baring their white fangs.
The thugs around Qin Mu all changed their expressions slightly, gathered together, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their faces pale, and their legs trembling slightly.
They were just ordinary servants, good at bullying ordinary people, but when faced with these fanatical, fearless believers, they were terrified.
Seeing this, Yun Suxin sneered inwardly.
She was initially worried about how to get their attention.
Unexpectedly, this playboy himself jumped out.
That idiot has finally gotten herself into trouble. Great, she'll be out of there soon!
As Qin Mu looked at the white-robed believers who had surrounded him, a perfectly timed look of panic flashed across his face, and he took a small step back.
His hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling, but he still forced himself to straighten his back and roared in a tone typical of spoiled brats—a tone that was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside:
"What are you trying to do? Rebel?! Do you even know who my father is?!"
The followers of the Moon Goddess Cult remained expressionless.
They stared coldly at Qin Mu, their gazes like those directed at a dead man, devoid of fear or hesitation, only filled with a fanatical, fearless glint.
A minor leader wearing a silver-white mask stepped out from the crowd, a cold laugh emanating from beneath the mask.
"Who cares who your father is? Here, the Moon Goddess Cult is the only true power!"
Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, his panic intensified, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was laughing in anger.
He suddenly puffed out his chest, pointed his folding fan at the minor leader,
"This is the Great Qin! Your Moon Goddess Cult is nothing!"
Instead of getting angry, the petty leader laughed, looking up at the sky and letting out a long laugh that echoed in the morning breeze.
Behind him, the white-clad believers also laughed, their laughter coming in waves like a tide.
After laughing enough, the leader lowered his head and looked at Qin Mu with disdain and contempt in his eyes, as if he were looking at an arrogant ant.
"You probably don't know this, do you? The army sent by the Great Qin Dynasty was just defeated by my Moon Goddess Sect, suffering heavy casualties, and is now fleeing in disarray! The Great Qin Dynasty is nothing!"
After he finished speaking, he laughed again, and the believers behind him laughed too.
The believers' faces were full of pride; they stood tall and proud, like roosters who had won a battle.
The way they looked at Qin Mu was as if they were looking at a pitiful creature abandoned by the times, still living in the glory of the past.
Qin Mu's face turned deathly pale, as white as paper. His lips trembled violently, and his eyes widened as if he had heard some unbelievable, devastating news that had overturned his entire worldview.
"How is that possible?!"
"The army of my Great Qin is invincible, how could it possibly be defeated by a bunch of lackeys like you?!"
He swayed, took a step back, and barely managed to steady himself by grabbing the shoulder of a thug beside him.
Qin Mu felt that if there were such a thing as a Best Actor in the world, he absolutely had to win one.
The expression of emotion and the emotional impact of the lines are absolutely perfect!
The leader sneered, raised his hand, and pointed at the vermilion carriage.
"My Moon Goddess, the leader of the Moon Goddess Cult, is on the carriage! If you know what's good for you, surrender obediently and come with me to confess your crimes before the Moon Goddess. Perhaps then you might be spared a proper burial!"
He waved his hand, brandishing a flag, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"Seize him!"
Dozens of white-robed believers shouted in unison, waving prayer flags and sticks, and surged towards Qin Mu like a tide.
Their eyes were filled with fanatical killing intent, and their faces wore ferocious smiles, like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood.
Qin Mu stood still, motionless. He didn't make a move, nor did he retreat; a cold smile merely curled at the corner of his lips.
Yunluan moved.
She didn't draw her sword, but used the hilt.
The hilt of the sword traced a dark silver arc in the morning light, as fast as lightning.
"Bang!"
The white-clad believer at the forefront was struck in the chest by the hilt of a sword. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking over three or four people behind him. He spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then lay still.
Yunluan's figure was so fast that she was almost invisible. She moved through the crowd like a silver snake, taking a life with each move.
The sword hilt smashed into his head, the sound of the skull shattering was crisp and piercing, brain matter and blood mixed together and splattered on the bluestone slab.
The sword hilt slammed into his throat, shattering his Adam's apple. The man's eyes bulged out, his mouth opened but he couldn't make a sound, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
The sword hilt struck his temple, and the man collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream, his pupils dilated and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
One move at a time, no unnecessary movements, no unnecessary strength.
In just a few breaths, dozens of white-clad believers collapsed to the ground.
Some died, some were seriously injured, some rolled on the ground clutching their broken legs and howling in pain, and some covered their faces, blood gushing from between their fingers.
The leader collapsed to the ground, his mask falling off to reveal a pale, terrified face.
His legs were trembling, his crotch was soaked, and the smell of urine filled the air.
He looked at Yunluan with extreme fear in his eyes, as if he were looking at a demon who had crawled out of hell.
Qin Mu shook his head and sighed.
"Sigh, why bother? I didn't want to take action, but you've forced me to."
He walked among the corpses and the wounded, his moon-white robe unstained by a single drop of blood.
He walked up to the petty boss, squatted down, and gently patted his face with his folding fan, as if he were patting a tamed dog.
"Go back and tell that Moon Goddess of yours that I'm in a good mood today and won't stoop to her level. But if those ignorant lackeys dare to offend me again, I'll tear down her lousy cult!"
The leader nodded frantically, his head hitting the ground repeatedly, until his skin was torn and blood flowed freely.
Qin Mu stood up, turned around, and walked towards the vermilion carriage.
Behind him, Yunluan sheathed her sword, while Zhao Qingxue and Jiang Zhaoyue stood quietly to the side, their expressions unchanged.
Yun Suxin stood in the crowd, watching this scene with a somewhat solemn expression.
Her gaze fell on Yunluan, then on the woman with her hand on the sword hilt and a cold expression, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.
This spoiled brat is indeed the son of a high-ranking official in the capital, for he actually has such a powerful maidservant by his side.
She estimated that the other party was at least at the first-grade Finger Profound Realm, and possibly even higher.
This is troublesome.
She had originally hoped that these followers of the Moon Goddess Cult could help her escape. Even if they couldn't defeat that scoundrel, they could at least create some chaos so she could escape in the confusion.
Unexpectedly, the woman slaughtered dozens of believers in just a few breaths.
The first rank is the Profound Realm, or even stronger.
A deep sense of despair welled up in her heart.
With such a powerful person by her side, her chances of escaping became even slimmer.
If we don't seize this opportunity today, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will be even harder to escape.
She gritted her teeth, her gaze falling on the vermilion carriage, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.
The only hope now lies with Chen Ruoyao in the carriage.
She didn't know if Chen Ruoyao would make a move, or if she could defeat that aloof woman.
All she knew was that if Chen Ruoyao didn't intervene, she would never have another chance.
Inside the carriage, Chen Ruoyao was also completely bewildered.
She leaned against the car wall, her hands clammy with sweat.
She had already planned out today's events.
They're just waiting to come out and start their performance.
But to her utter surprise, a group of people suddenly appeared on the way.
Even more unexpectedly, the white-clad sword-wielding girl was so terrifyingly powerful.
Although the followers she brought were not the most elite force of the Moon Goddess Cult, there were still thirty or forty of them, including several second-rank martial artists.
But in front of that girl, they couldn't even withstand a single move, and were crushed like ants.
Chen Ruoyao frowned slightly, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.
That white-clad girl with a sword is very strong, extremely strong, at least at the first-grade Finger Profound Realm.
Although she was also a first-grade Finger Profound Realm cultivator, she knew very well how much of her cultivation was inflated.
She hadn't experienced any battles; her cultivation was entirely built up by the Moon Goddess using secret techniques and elixirs.
Her realm was illusory, her true energy was fleeting, and her swordsmanship was clumsy.
She could handle ordinary martial artists, but if she were to fight that woman who had truly fought her way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, she wouldn't even last three moves.
She cannot make a move.
He was exposed as soon as he made a move.
If we are unable to defeat them, it would damage the prestige of the Moon Goddess Cult and the dignity of the Moon Goddess.
She could only wait, wait for someone else to make a move.
Her gaze fell on Xu Longxiang, who was sitting opposite her.
Xu Longxiang sat on the inside of the carriage, and he hadn't moved since the moment the carriage was surrounded by believers.
He leaned against the car wall, arms crossed, eyes closed, as if resting.
But the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth betrayed his true feelings at that moment.
After waiting for so long, I finally got my chance to shine.
The main characters always make their grand entrance at the very end, so that they can show their importance and impress the Moon Goddess.
Although Fan Li's instructions from yesterday are still fresh in my mind.
But last night, Xu Longxiang thought about it all night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He admitted that Fan Li was right; he had indeed become somewhat obsessed with the Moon Goddess these days, even neglecting important matters in the Northern Territory.
But he also knew very well.
He loves the moon goddess.
It's not the appreciation between allies, it's a man's liking for a woman.
Moreover, the North does indeed need the help and alliance of the Cult of the Moon.
If he were to distance himself from the Moon Goddess because of this, it would be both a matter of personal choice and a loss that would outweigh any gains.
Most importantly, if he really makes the Moon Goddess his lover, then the alliance between the Moon Goddess Cult and the North will be even more solid, solid to the point of being unbreakable.
Therefore, upon receiving the Moon Goddess's invitation, Xu Longxiang came without hesitation.
He sat in the carriage, listening to the sounds of fighting outside, remaining unmoved as he watched his followers being slaughtered without intervening.
This is the moment he's been waiting for.
He will make his grand entrance when the cold, aloof woman has finished killing, when the spoiled brat has revealed his weakness, and when the Moon Goddess needs him most.
In this way, his appearance will be precious and his help will be important.
He opened his eyes, looked at Chen Ruoyao, a calm smile on his lips, and spoke in a gentle and steady voice.
"Miss Suxin, please wait for me in the carriage for a moment. I'll go and take care of this trouble."
Chen Ruoyao looked up at him, a perfectly measured expression of gratitude and tenderness flashing in her eyes.
She smiled slightly, a faint smile, yet one that possessed a captivating, delicate beauty.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, young master."
Xu Longxiang's smile deepened, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
He stood up, lifted the curtain, and bent down to step out of the carriage.
The morning light shone on him, casting a pale golden halo over his dark python robe.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Qin Mu, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"May I ask which family's young master you are? To commit violence in the street is surely a blatant disrespect to the Moon Goddess Sect."