Chapter Thirty-Six: Power Is the Supreme Law!
In a flash of lightning, a surge of violet flame ignited upon Yu Hu's body!
"No!" Li Yunjie reached out in an attempt to stop it.
But it was already too late!
Eleven held Li Yunjie tightly, his voice grave: "Master, this is the Xuanming Violet Blaze—it cannot be extinguished."
Li Yunjie stood frozen, watching helplessly as Yu Hu was consumed by the violet flames.
The rain fell ever heavier, dousing any hope in Li Yunjie's eyes.
Yet it could not quench the raging fire burning on Yu Hu!
“If I do not perish, how can I leave Su Xiang untainted?”
“If a villain falls into the Crown Prince’s hands, how would Lord Li respond?”
From within the blaze came Yu Hu’s final words:
“I have longed for my wife and daughter for so long. This reunion is the greatest wish of my life.”
“Please, Lord Li, do not grieve.”
His tone was calm, tranquil as water.
Resolute and at peace, just as Zhou Jingzhi was when he took his own life.
Li Yunjie knew well—if Yu Hu did not vanish, the Su family would forever live beneath the shadow of a blade.
Yet what he could not accept was that Yu Hu was innocent!
It was Zhao Heng who deserved death.
It was those thieving shamans from the North Desert!
In Li Yunjie’s mind, these were the ones who ought to face the law’s judgment.
But in the end, it was the innocent who bore the brunt of legal punishment.
While the true criminals remained untouched, basking in wealth and glory.
Only at this moment did Li Yunjie fully understand—in this cannibalistic world,
The law was nothing but a plaything for the powerful.
Power alone reigned supreme!
Li Yunjie clenched his fists, anger and frustration surging in his heart.
The rain washed the earth, but could not cleanse the indignation from his soul.
He threw his head back and howled at the sky, his voice echoing far and wide. In his eyes flashed a hint of resolve, as though a decision had been made!
"How dull."
Wu Jin’s cold laughter shattered the silence.
“If only we had captured a living witness, we could have doomed the Su family.”
“But this works as well—Yu Hu is gone, and His Highness the Crown Prince need worry no more.”
Wu Jin’s eyes were dark as he spurred his black steed to stand before Li Yunjie, leaning down with a mocking sneer:
“Lord Li, your only clue has been severed. What will you do now?”
Li Yunjie stood unmoved, his gaze locked fiercely onto Wu Jin.
His eyes, sharp as unsheathed blades, glinted with cold light, unnerving Wu Jin.
Even the black horse beneath him flinched back a few steps, nearly throwing him from the saddle!
It was the first time in all these years that Li Yunjie had shown murderous intent!
“Lord Li, until we meet again!”
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Yu Hu was dead, and Wu Jin had no reason to linger. He turned his horse and rode away.
On Su Qingmeng’s side, Bai Xue was gradually losing ground.
Seeing the tide turn, Bai Xue unleashed a slash of sword energy to force Su Qingmeng back.
Then, with a leap, she pulled away, following close behind Wu Jin, vanishing into the distance.
“Master.” Eleven turned to look at Su Qingmeng landing gracefully, his brows knitting. “Miss Qingmeng, something’s not right!”
Just as he spoke, Su Qingmeng suddenly lost her strength, leaning on her sword for support and kneeling with one leg.
Li Yunjie spun around, hurrying forward with concern. “Are you alright?”
Su Qingmeng’s face was pale as spring rain soaked her hair, droplets running down the strands.
“Pff—”
She spat out a mouthful of blood, mingling with the rain, staining the ground a vivid crimson.
“True energy backlash, blood surging…” Su Qingmeng wiped the blood from her lips, her voice weak. “I used too much inner strength when fighting Bai Xue.”
“But how could she possibly be your match?” Li Yunjie frowned deeply.
Even if Su Qingmeng suffered from true energy backlash,
Her cultivation was a whole rank above Bai Xue.
By rights, she should not be so affected!
“That woman’s movements were cunning, and she understood my techniques perfectly.” Doubt flickered between Su Qingmeng’s brows. “But I’ve never fought her before…”
Before she could finish, Su Qingmeng’s vision went dark, and she fainted!
Li Yunjie quickly carried her inside for shelter.
“Eleven, hurry to town and fetch a doctor!”
He spoke as he settled Su Qingmeng atop a pile of dry straw.
“Yes, Master!”
Eleven received the order and dashed away, disappearing toward the city.
Li Yunjie gathered firewood and soon the room was warmed by a glowing fire.
He turned to look at Su Qingmeng.
Behind her delicate features lay a hint of determination.
Her oval face made her features stand out with exquisite elegance, needing no cosmetic adornment.
By the firelight, her pallor only made her beauty more ethereal.
“How did I not notice before,” Li Yunjie mused internally, “this shrew is actually quite pretty.”
He gently lifted a strand of damp hair from Su Qingmeng’s forehead.
A trace of worry crept onto Li Yunjie's face.
“Cold…”
Su Qingmeng shivered, murmuring in her sleep.
Li Yunjie glanced at her soaked robes, hesitating.
“Surely this isn’t inappropriate?” he whispered. “After all, we are husband and wife, in a manner of speaking.”
With that, he rose slowly and walked to Su Qingmeng’s side.
Her drenched red and white dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating every curve.
Even the worldly Li Yunjie couldn’t help but swallow.
“My apologies!”
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Li Yunjie drew a deep breath, steeling himself, and gently removed Su Qingmeng’s red outer robe.
Crack!
The dry wood, meeting the blaze, popped with a faint explosion.
Li Yunjie looked at the remaining white robe on Su Qingmeng, contemplating for a long while.
Just then, Eleven appeared in the courtyard, unnoticed.
He cradled the doctor in his arms like a princess, smirking at the scene unfolding before him.
“Well now, young master,” the doctor whispered, “Shall I examine the patient?”
“Shh—” Eleven gently set the doctor down. “Miss Qingmeng’s illness isn’t new.”
“There’s no rush—it’s all the same whenever you see her.”
“Don’t ruin my master’s good fortune,” Eleven grinned wickedly.
With that, he pushed the doctor to hide quietly in the shadows.
...
Sunset.
The rain eased.
Li Yunjie was roused by the crackling fire.
He rose, yawning, and draped the dried clothes over Su Qingmeng.
He glanced outside, pursing his lips and muttering, “It’s been ages. Why hasn’t Eleven returned?”
From just beyond the wall, Eleven heard Li Yunjie’s voice, nudged the sleeping doctor awake, and grinned. “Master’s done!”
“Come on, let’s go in.”
The doctor, startled, sighed in relief: Finally finished!
He hurriedly slung his medicine box over his shoulder and nodded.
“Master!” Eleven called into the house, “I’ve brought the doctor!”
Li Yunjie, who was leaning over Su Qingmeng, jerked as if startled, his hands awkwardly suspended.
“Why so late?” Li Yunjie asked with a hint of anger.
“It’s raining today, the roads are slippery,” Eleven chuckled.
He nudged the doctor deliberately, signaling him to speak.
The doctor winced, brow furrowed. “Yes, yes, slippery roads…”
Slippery, my foot!
Just as I was closing up this afternoon, this young fellow burst into the clinic,
Scooped me up, and we flew through the air!
From town to this manor is at least five miles, isn’t it?
I barely blinked, and suddenly we were at the door!
I nearly threw my back out!
And then, just to wait for you to finish, we idled for two whole hours!
What a torment…