I Can See Your Combat Power

Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight: Admonition

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The godlike Mi Chu looked down at the humble scholar 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 incomprehension.

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 village head of the Mi Village, but this type of inquiry was incredibly stupid. Even if this scholar was indeed the remainder of the Mi Village, 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 glance.

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 relationship 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 scholar replied to Mi Chu. He then earnestly said, “If you are looking for the survivors of Mi Village, it’s only me. All those children are innocent and were displaced in Xiling. Please release them.” He had known this day would come since he was ten. Either a member of the Tang Family or the Mi Family would appear before him, questioning his origins and his relationship 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 villagers of Mi Village, 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 village 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 village will surely become wealthy.”

While he had forgotten his father’s face and laughter, 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 become 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 glared at Mi Chu.

The crowd didn’t care about the scholar’s plea. What struck them was that he had admitted to being the remnants of Mi Village, leaving them flabbergasted. How had such a fool managed to survive this long? Looking at the scholar 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 clan 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 scholar. Looking at the ‘Mountaintop Viewing’ painting brought back by the Yan Spirit Realm, he couldn’t help but feel a surging anger. This scholar 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 scholar filled him with rage.

This scholar 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 scholar’s name and announced his verdict, “Son of Mi Qing, remnants of Mi Village, 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 accept this judgement?!”

The us unity of spirit and intent exerted an enormous pressure on the scholar’s shoulders. How could a mere scholar 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? Accept the judgement? For a simple scholar facing such a rampant aura, how could he even utter a word, even if he disagreed? Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Several young ladies of aristocratic families couldn’t bear to look at their faces, imagining the tragic scene of the scholar 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!

Accept it? How could he accept it?!

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

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

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 were labeled 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! Accept!”

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

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