Death… and me

Mo Cheng Yu's injuries were healing gradually. Wu Qian Qian was screening some of the information late in the afternoon and decided to interrupt Minister Chu's giggling as she found it a nuisance. She read out some unimportant information to pique Minister Chu's interest but he continued to act as if he heard nothing.

However, when Wu Qian Qian started reading out an ordinary piece of news, Minister Chu suddenly sat up straight and was all ears. A frightening gaze suddenly shot out from his eyes. His gaze gave Wu Qian Qian a shock and made her heart palpitate wildly.

All Wu Qian Qian said was, "Two people entered the southern gate, one is an old man and the other is young. The elderly looked pale while the youth looked chivalrous with a purple jade flute in his hand."

The three words 'purple jade flute' sent a bone-chilling feeling down Chu Yang's spine and he sat up so straight that it was as if he was electrocuted.

Chu Yang suddenly recalled that Mo Tian Ji also had a purple jade flute that he was inseparable from. Not only was it his hobby, it was also his favorite weapon of choice. In addition, it also had especially hidden mechanisms that no one knew about.

That information that Wu Qian Qian had shared made Chu Yang ponder, "Could it be that Mo Tian Ji has already arrived at Iron Cloud Citadel?"

Just half a year ago, Chu Yang had a deep hatred for Mo Tian Ji. However, thinking about it now, Chu Yang had mixed feelings about it.

"Please put in all your efforts into finding these two specific people!" Chu Yang ordered everyone hastily.

"What did you just say?" Wu Qian Qian burst out as she was surprised that Chu Yang would overreact at a casual sentence.

"A youth and an elderly with a purple jade flute! Look for them in every nook and cranny and bring them to me!" Chu Yang reiterated his words as his eyes gave a frightening gaze once again.

Two hours later, when the sun went down, Chu Yang was seen in a blue outfit as he sauntered towards the Welcome Inn. He stood before the door for a short while before ascending the stairs. He gently knocked on the door upon reaching one of the guest rooms.

"Who is that?" A firm voice was heard from behind the door.

"Blow the water of Nine Heavens dry with my purple jade flute." Chu Yang replied in a stable voice, "Heavenly secrets might be hard to change but heavenly secrets are easily discovered."

There was a moment of silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the voice replied "Ah, that is refreshing! Please enter."

With the door slightly ajar, Chu Yang observed a scrawny elderly's face scrutinizing him. Within minutes after the old man's face appeared in Chu Yang's mind, he suddenly recalled something. The scene of the ambush at the Wind and Thunder Platform in the Upper Three Heavens flashed before his eyes as it was reignited in his mind. The elderly man before him was one of the three King level masters that had attacked him!

"You are…?" He asked suspiciously, as a frown slowly appeared on his face.

"I am just a friend!" Chu Yang smiled widely and replied, "Mo Cheng Yu is staying at my place!"

"What? Please come in. Come in!" The old man's demeanor appeared to be pleasant even though he was unable to hide his happiness. He frantically made way for Chu Yang to come in.

As Chu Yang walked in, he took a deep breath and looked around as he stepped inside.

There was a young man clothed in white standing on the inside and he was holding a stunning and magnificent clear purple jade flute. His face was illuminated as if it was made from chiseled jade and the gaze in his eyes was never-ending.

His long hair flowed down his white robe just like a waterfall and his face was as white and smooth as that of a lady. Despite all that, he seemed to be encompassing an aura that was so mystifying and massive that it seemed to be shooting out from his eyes.

Chu Yang's emotions were all over the place. He did not know how to feel when his previous life and current life seemed to be merging together as one, before being pushed apart within mere seconds.

Chu Yang could recognize the face! It was the face of his best and only friend! However, that was also the face that was the mastermind that led him to his death.

This person was Mo Tian Ji!

At that moment, Chu Yang stared at him and Mo Tian Ji's piercing eyes stared right back at Chu Yang. Those eyes seemed to read Chu Yang like a book. Mo Tian Ji smiled elegantly and said, "Please have a seat, honored guest."

"But… I am uninvited, how am I still an honored guest?" Chu Hang replied casually.

"Since I've arrived at Lower Three heaven not too long ago, those that find me musn't be enemies but honored guests!" Mo Tian Ji smiled widely.

"How do you know that I am not your enemy?" Chu Yang replied, trying to sound intimidating.

"If you were an enemy, then I would have died a long time ago!" Mo Tian Ji turned to smile at Chu Yang once more. He walked towards the bed and took out a small package. He opened it up to reveal a teapot before placing it on the table and gently ripping the tea leaves into the teapot. He covered the teapot with a white cloth after pouring boiling water in.

He asked casually, "Mr. Fang, can you head outside for a while? I would like to have a few words with my friend!"

Mo Tian Ji was someone who did everything in order and in focus; those that watched him never felt troubled at any point in time.

"Second young master…" The old man shouted with an awkward demeanor.

"He came to find me and never did he once talk about anything regarding official business. He didn't even rush me while I made tea. This proves that he isn't an impatient person and would definitely not be aggressive towards me. Could you please wait for a moment and try not to eavesdrop?" Mo Tian Ji replied the old man politely as he turned to smile at Chu Yang once more.

While saying these words, his eyes did not even blink once, while his voice remained calm and collected. However, one should not undermine him as Mo Tian Ji could be authoritative if he wanted to.

Chu Yang felt a sudden pant of regret as he realized that the second master of the Mo Clan had surpassed all of his peers.

On the other hand, there were people like Gu Du Xing and Dong Wu Shang that might be famous in the future but they were of incomparable to Mo Tian Ji as of now.

Chu Yang realised that Gu Du Xing and the others lacked the experience Mo Tian Ji had and were therefore not as mature as him. In addition, they were the offsprings of concubines and did not have the chance to become great clan leaders. As a result, they did not feel much pressure either.

On the other hand, Mo Tian Ji and his eldest brother, Mo Tian Yun were both heirs and were both extraordinary in their field of works. The competition between them had always been immense.

Given that Mo Tian Ji was under the observation of being a commanding general, every action of his was under scrutiny.

"Please have a seat. What is your name?" Mo Tian Ji asked, without looking up. His right hand remained on the handle of the teapot as he shook it gently.

"My name is Chu Yang!" Chu Yang said slowly as he inched towards Mo Tian Ji, sitting down comfortably without feeling like a stranger.

In his previous life, Mo Tian Ji was his biggest obstacle. It was Mo Tian Ji that pushed Chu Yang to his edge and Chu Hang wanted to beat him up when he saw him. Chu Yang would never expect this day to come.

"Please give me a moment while I make some tea." Mo Tian Ji said politely, without insinuating that Chu Yang was the least bit impatient.

Chu Yang chuckled as he watched the steam rise from the teapot without uttering another word.

Chu Yang laughed and watched the steam rising gently from the teapot, while remaining silent.

"Are you really the minister of Bu Tian Pavilion, King of Hell Chu?" Mo Tian Ji did not look uplooked up and continued minding the teapot, "I never thought that the infamous King of Hell Chu would be so young and vibrant looking!"

"Are you serious?" Chu Yang questioned with a great interest as to why Mo Tian Ji would say such a thing.

"You said that Mo Cheng Yu was resting at your place and that was enough to determine your identity! Earlier on, we bumped into the Hei Mo clan and got separated. They wanted to kill us all and since my sister is the weakest and had a Three Yin Meridian, the Hei Mo people decided to end her life first! Mo Cheng Yu would not have been able to protect my sister given such a situation or he would have to pay a hefty price. The best solution would have been to flee the scene!"

Chu Yang tilted his head and listened without interrupting. Since his rebirth, his methodology was heavily inspired by Mo Tian Ji. He briefly recalled listening to Mo Tian Ji drawing conclusions based off nothing. That was something he really enjoyed doing before he died.

"Any human would have run out of strength if he was on a run. The Hei Mo clan is powerful as they have a lot of members. Without help, their lives would eventually fall into the hands of the Hei Mo clan where they will eventually face death. If Mo Cheng Yu is at your place, then my sister is surely there too. If not for you, Mo Cheng Yu would have left a long time ago!" Mo Tian Ji smiled once again as he explained himself.

Without waiting for Chu Yang to reply, he continued, "Facing the Hei Mo Clan would only be the fight of the strongest people on the playing field. In this Iron Cloud Citadel, it is rare for such people to exist. The person must first be wise enough to protect them from everything as the Hei Mo people does not care about secular power. Even an extremely powerful person could anger them with the wrong explanation and a massacre would have occurred the very next second. Like I said, this person must truly be a great intellectual to have come this far!"

Chu Yang was amazed at his deduction.

Without hesitating, Mo Tian Ji continued matter of factly, "Well, there are only three people that fit the description in Iron Cloud Citadel! You, King of Hell Chu, Tie Bu Tian and Tie Long Cheng! However, both of them would not dare to provoke the Hei Mo clan as they would not want to cause any trouble by taking unnecessary risks like that. They are always concerned about the weight of the responsibility they have by having to carry Iron Cloud Nation on their shoulders."

"So what made you think that I am the daring one?" Chu Yang asked cheekily.

"Hahaha…" Mo Tian Ji laughed and replied, "Have you heard those rumors about you? How can you not the daring one?"