Chapter 45: Handing Over the Body
If it were the Mu Lichuan of his past life, who knew nothing, he naturally wouldn’t understand the concept of soul possession. But he couldn’t afford to be careless. In his past life, his soul had been coveted by Mu Xiaolin, likely for refinement purposes. Yet, for some unknown reason, he had been reborn at the age of fifteen and encountered "Xiao Mo" inside his body.
"Your weak, pathetic body isn’t even worth my attention. Once I find my own body, I’ll leave." As if sensing Mu Lichuan’s thoughts, Xiao Mo spoke disdainfully.
Mu Lichuan wasn’t particularly bothered by Xiao Mo’s attitude. "Since you say it’s a weak, pathetic body, then why do you still—" Before he could finish, a searing pain shot through him. Clearly, the corrosive power of the dark energy was far stronger than he had anticipated, and the barrier was about to collapse.
He knew he had no other choice, but the thought of surrendering his body to another soul filled him with sorrow.
"Well? Your decision - die now or take a gamble?" Xiao Mo’s voice was icy, showing no concern for the harshness of his words.
"I’ll hand my body over to you. What do I need to do?" Mu Lichuan had no intention of dying here. For him, reborn as he was, death would be meaningless.
Following Xiao Mo’s instructions, he emptied his willpower completely. Then, he watched as his hands formed a complex seal, releasing a blinding light that shot straight into the darkness. A scream followed, and the dark energy gradually dissipated.
"Your body’s yours again." As soon as Xiao Mo spoke, Mu Lichuan regained control. He felt a twinge of guilt for his earlier suspicions - measuring a nobleman’s heart with a petty mind.
[以小人之心度君子之腹 (yǐ xiǎo rén zhī xīn duó jūn zǐ zhī fù): lit. measure a nobleman’s heart with a petty mind; fig. misjudge someone’s intentions due to one’s own narrow-mindedness.]
"Your body can’t withstand my soul. If I stay too long, you’ll explode and die." Xiao Mo’s tone remained cold before he retreated into silence to recuperate.
Mu Lichuan pressed his lips together, silent. The banquet hall was now littered with corpses, most hadn't escaped this calamity. Surprisingly, Mu Xiaolin was still alive, which shocked him.
"Mu Lichuan! No, you’re not Mu Lichuan!" Mu Xiaolin refused to believe that Mu Lichuan, a supposed good-for-nothing, could possess a cultivator’s magic, let alone resist the power within him.
A voice in the darkness had guided him, teaching him how to control his power without losing himself. Now, all his efforts had been ruined.
"Lichuan!" At that moment, Mu Xiaoran rushed in, his face paling at the scene. Even if they dealt with Mu Xiaolin, the Mu family would likely become a target of public condemnation.
This massacre was different from the last. Even the patriarch of the Mo family and prominent business leaders of Chuan City had died. There would be no way to explain this.
"Kill me? You’ll need the ability first!" Mu Xiaolin laughed, though his eyes held no mirth.
Mu Xiaoran quickly pulled the boy behind him. "Pfft—" His face turned deathly pale as he trembled and gasped, "A… a demonic cultivator…"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Lichuan saw a figure materialize in the air - a man in black robes, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if they were nothing but ants. "Die…" Even as an illusion, Mu Lichuan understood the intent. Then, a massive wave of dark energy surged toward them, leaving no time to dodge.
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