Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight: Admonition


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    The godlike Mi Chu looked down at the humble schr in front of him, and inquired coldly, “Mi Qing, who are you to him?”


    With Mi Qing’s simple name flowing from Mi Chu’s lips, the boisterous Jiang Lin quietened once more. Many spectators stared at the Mi’s proud prince in iprehension.


    They knew he was unrivaled in his arrogance but now he seemed nothing short of a fool.?? ^b


    Everyone in Xiling knew that Mi Qing was the vige head of the Mi Vige, but this type of inquiry was incredibly stupid. Even if this schr was indeed the remainder of the Mi Vige, how could he dare to admit it publicly? That would be akin to suicide. A few suppressed snickers rang out among the crowd.


    Only Xiao Zheng had a somber look on his face. People often say that familiarity reveals one’s true nature, but most times, you could tell if someone was human or a beast at a nce.


    The purity of Mi Bai was rare in his life experience, it was impossible for such a respectful and well-mannered individual to deny his rtionship to his birth father in public. However, by refusing to do so, there would be no one to save him.


    “Good friend, please don’t do anything foolish!” Xiao Zheng inwardly pleaded hoping that the gods could hear his prayers.


    But if Mi Bai didn’t do so, then howwas he Mi Bai?


    “Mi Qjng is my father.”


    With almost no hesitance, the schr replied to Mi Chu. He then earnestly said, “If you are looking for the survivors of Mi Vige, it’s only me. All those children are innocent and were disced in Xiling. Please release them.” He had known this day woulde since he was ten. Either a member of the Tang Family or the Mi Family would appear before him, questioning his origins and his rtionship with Mi Qing. If asked, he had made up his mind to tell the truth.


    Years of wandering and hardship had caused him to forget the smiles and voices of all the vigers of Mi Vige, including his father’s and mother’s But what he would never forget was his father’s words when he coveted the new toys and clothes of the children in the neighboring vige and vented anger towards his mother.


    “Although we are poor, we never lie or lose our tempers. We don’t bully the weak, and we don’t take what’s not ours. We must practice martial arts well, and our vige will surely be wealthy.”


    While he had forgotten his father’s face andughter, these words had stayed with him as he grew. Although he could never pursue martial arts, he chose to practice calligraphy and painting, and each day became better.


    He had not be a hoodlum, a trickster, or a beggar, all due to his father’s teachings. And this choice had allowed him to make friends like Xu Lao, Tang Luo, and Xiao Zheng. He felt honored to have such a father, so how could he deny it?


    Yet, Father, why are there always such bullies who delight in oppressing the weak? Filled with rage, Mi Bai stared at the group of children shivering in the cold, and red at Mi Chu.


    The crowd didn’t care about the schr’s plea. What struck them was that he had admitted to being the remnants of Mi Vige, leaving them bbergasted. How had such a fool managed to survive this long? Looking at the schr who was neither servile nor overbearing in the midst of Jiang Lin, the crowd began to question.


    Standing atop the Ice Phoenix, Mi Chu was like a ruling Saint King. His savage and domineering aura erupted, and with killing intent in his eyes he directly questioned Xiao Zheng, “What have you got to say now?”


    “I have nothing to say.” Xiao Zheng took a deep breath. Despite his status as the son of the Xiao Family’s n leader preventing him from further aiding Mi Bai, he tried to create an opportunity for Mi Bai to survive, “But…”


    “Silence!”


    Before Xiao Zheng could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Mi Chu, “Unless you intend to shelter a rebel, shut your mouth!”


    The domineering Mi Chu had no desire to hear any excuses. He was here to punish.


    The sight of Mi Bai had surprised him. He didn’t expect the distinguished calligrapher, poet, and painter to be such a young schr. Looking at the ‘Mountaintop Viewing’ painting brought back by the Yan Spirit Realm, he couldn’t help but feel a surging anger. This schr had been selling his calligraphy at the West City market for a mere few gold pieces!


    The thought of his beloved poetry and calligraphy being sold so cheaply by this destitute schr filled him with rage.


    This schr was so young, he might create even better works in the future He couldn’t suppress the urge to kill when he thought that the ‘Mountaintop Viewing in his hands might be surpassed.


    “Such talent should meet an early death!”


    From that moment onward, Mi Chu had made up his mind to kill. He didn’t want any more of his calligraphy or paintings. He only wanted this ‘Mountaintop Viewing’.


    He would retrieve and burn all the calligraphies sold by Mi Bai and only leave the ‘Mountaintop Viewing’. That would truly be the masterpiece!


    “Mi Bai!” On top of the phoenix, Mi Chu, like a ruling king, called the schr’s name and announced his verdict, “Son of Mi Qing, remnants of Mi Vige, concealing your presence among the folk of Xiling City, you have been recruiting men with the intention of avenging the rebels of Xiling. Your crimes are unforgivable! I, Chu, will send you and these rebels to hell today. Do you ept this judgement?!”


    The us unity of spirit and intent exerted an enormous pressure on the schr’s shoulders. How could a mere schr withstand such tremendous spiritual pressure mixed with the aura of bloodshed and corpses? The moment the pressure reached him, Mi Bai was forced to kneel on the ground, his body curled up as though in repentance.


    Yet, who among the crowd didn’t understand that this was a result of being overwhelmed by the intimidating aura? ept the judgement? For a simple schr facing such a rampant aura, how could he even utter a word, even if he disagreed?


    Several youngdies of aristocratic families couldn’t bear to look at their faces, imagining the tragic scene of the schr being executed by Pei Tianlu in a moment.


    Yet in the instant when the daunting aura converged on him, Mi Bai did indeed feel a chill, his limbs freezing, and he could only curl on the ground. But the fury in his heart was like a rushing river, impossible to quell!


    ept it? How could he ept it?!


    What wrong did the Mi Vige do, was it so punishable to want to share five percent of the spoils simply because the secret realm opened next to the vige?


    What wrong had he done? He read books, wrote calligraphy, and did good deeds. Why should he be bullied by this viin?


    What wrong had those children done? From a young age, they wandered the streets, and it was hard for their lives to stabilize. Yet now, because of him they werebeled as dead soldiers!


    Indignation, discontent, and injustice transformed into a courageous pool of blood. Against Mi Chu’s pressure, Mi Bai managed to stand again, trembling but firmly yelled, “I! Do! Not! ept!”


    People were astounded, by the schr’s courage, and also by the anger and despair in his shout. What kind of discontent could drive this weak schr to bravely confront Xiling’s most overbearing heavenly favored?


    Watching the schr, who was under his aura, manage to stand up, Mi Chu’s face turned unprecedentedly dark. A beam of deadly red-ck radiance shed in his hand, severing the schr’s right arm at the shoulder.