Free Web NovelChapter 10: Chapter 10—Get ready for death
Chapter 10—Get ready for death
Mo Yong looked up at Lei Cheng with a blank expression, voice faltering. "Because a living Young Master is worth far more than a dead one."
"Worth more.... " Lei Cheng let out a short, low sound and nodded to himself with a scowl.
Mo Yong’s lips twitched. "You know what would have happened if you had died—don’t you?"
Lei Cheng exhaled slowly. He already knew Lei Feng’s personality well enough to estimate. ’Three possibilities, none of them good.’
’First—Father would have thrown both of them in prison. The second—he would have remarried to produce another heir. Third—he would have destroyed himself trying to take revenge.’
’All three outcomes are catastrophic for Mo Ming and his son.’
"You were living comfortably—weren’t you?" Lei Cheng asked, his voice calm, yet it sent a chill down Mo Yong’s spine.
’It was only because of the Xiaos that they were forced to make a move.’
’He definitely had a hand in the original Lei Cheng’s... in my death.’
Lei Cheng raised his palm, ready to create another illusion.
Mo Yong trembled and banged his forehead against the floor. Thud Thud "No—don’t use your Bizarre powers! I’ll explain everything. I’ll answer whatever you want."
Lei Cheng lowered his hand.
"The Xiaos caused you problems—didn’t they?" His voice dropped low.
Mo Yong flinched, sweat falling from his forehead. "Yes. We would have continued like this until your natural death if not for that damned Xiao Clan." He nodded rapidly. "The original plan was to destroy your talent first—then wait patiently for Master Lei Feng—" he glanced up cautiously, "—to die of old age, while bleeding the clan dry. Then, once you became Clan Head with no martial ability and no power to resist, my father could take over as much as he desired."
"Did my father know that you were poisoning my food to destroy my talent?"
’The doctor didn’t call this a poison. But that is exactly what it was—a poison aimed at me.’ Lei Cheng glared at the ceiling.
Mo Yong fell silent for a moment. Just as he opened his mouth—"Old fo—" Lei Cheng raised one finger in warning.
"Master Lei Feng. Master Lei Feng." Mo Yong corrected himself twice before continuing. "Master Lei Feng knows about it. In the beginning, we mixed the concoction in secret—but later, he found out."
Lei Cheng lowered his finger.
’So Father found out.’
Lei Cheng’s voice turned bitter. "And then—did he do something idiotic?"
Mo Yong closed his eyes. "Only if you promise not to torture me—I will tell you everything." He turned his head to the side, not daring to meet Lei Cheng’s gaze.
Lei Cheng narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
’Just how much were you carrying, old man? It seems I’ll have to lift some of it from your shoulders.’
He already knew the answer—either his father had been beaten into silence or blackmailed into it. Probably both. He paced back and forth across the room, his fists clenched as he drew slow breaths. His throat had gone dry.
He turned back. "If you tell me everything, I will not use my powers on you again. If you refuse—"
Mo Yong raised both palms before Lei Cheng could finish, nodding frantically. "I’ll tell. I’ll tell."
Lei Cheng gestured for him to continue.
Mo Yong swallowed hard. "After discovering that your talent had been destroyed, Master Lei Feng went out to seek the help of the government authorities." He paused. "On the way... my father broke both of Master Lei Feng’s legs."
’Mo Ming... Mo Ming.’ Lei Cheng nodded to himself—slowly, furiously. ’I should have killed you a few minutes ago.’
For the first time since transmigrating—
He felt genuine hatred.
A memory surfaced from a few years ago—his father being carried home on a stretcher. At the time, Lei Feng had simply said it was a thug attack on the road. Lei Cheng had believed it without question.
’He hid everything. Every single thing.’
Not once had Master Lei allowed him to see the burden he carried.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Mo Yong slid back slightly in silence, heartbeat climbing with each passing second, waiting for a signal to continue.
Lei Cheng waved his hand.
Mo Yong relaxed—barely—and went on, not even daring to wipe the sweat stinging his eyes. "Master Lei Feng could have sought support from other clans when they came to check on his injuries. But my father intercepted every messenger and turned them away before they could enter the courtyard gates. He handled everything cleanly. No one outside ever knew it was him. The Lei Clan’s reputation remained intact."
Lei Cheng lowered his head slightly. "Why did my father stop trying after that? Normally, he would have kept pushing."
Mo Yong shifted back further. "Because my father gave a warning. He told Master Lei Feng... ’You can push further if you wish, but before we go down, we will take the Young Master with us’... Master Lei let us destroy your talent in exchange for your life."
Lei Cheng sat down heavily on the edge of his bed.
’So I was Father’s weak point. The one thing they could hold over him.’
Silence fell over the room. Even the insects outside felt loud.
"Wait." Lei Cheng raised his palm sharply. "My talent was already destroyed over the years. Why were you still continuing it? Why keep dosing me?"
"My father instructed me to mix the concoction five times per month," Mo Yong replied flatly, "just enough to ensure your talent stayed permanently suppressed."
"So you were being cautious." Lei Cheng sighed. "Too cautious."
"Because throughout history..." Mo Yong nodded, lowering his head, "There have been cases of crippled and talentless people who somehow recovered their abilities and took revenge. My father did not want that possibility to exist."
"Good. Very good." Lei Cheng grinned—cold and sharp. ’The old Lei Cheng was a dandy—how could he have noticed anything unusual in his food? But that same obliviousness saved his life.’
He stood slowly from the bed. "Get ready for death."
Mo Yong looked up. freēwebnovel.com
"Even if I wished to spare you—" Lei Cheng met his eyes steadily. "My soon-to-be bride will handle it herself."
Mo Yong went pale. A yellow stain slowly spread beneath him, his eyes locked on Lei Cheng’s palms—trembling. "No—don’t use—please—don’t use your powers—"
Lei Cheng snapped his fingers.
Both their appearances shifted in an instant. Lei Cheng stood in Mo Yong’s form, dressed in plain servant’s clothes. Mo Yong in Lei Cheng’s form—red dragon robes, still on his knees.
Mo Yong was yanked to his feet. Lei Cheng patted his shoulder. "Get ready to face the consequences of your decisions."
"So you’re sending me to die." Mo Yong’s voice went flat. A faint red light flickered deep within his eyes.
"Yes—for everything you have done. Consider it my repayment." Lei Cheng grinned.
Mo Yong stared at him for a long moment.
Then he burst into loud laughter. "Ahahaha." He wiped his eye. "You fool. You’re going down with me."
Lei Cheng’s expression didn’t shift. "What do you mean?"
"You’ll die." Mo Yong’s grin spread wider and wider, something wild creeping into it. "While you were riding in the carriage yesterday, I took you through a Bizarre area."
Lei Cheng froze.
’Bizarre area.’
A cold chill ran down his spine.
