Chapter 909: Chapter 603: The Blood Demon Cult Reappears (2)
Chapter 909: Chapter 603: The Blood Demon Cult Reappears (2)
“Speak.”
“Help me lure someone out, I want to take him away.”
“Who?”
“Robert.”
As the words fell, Xue Wuyang was suddenly taken aback.
Robert?
Why would it be Mr. Robert?
He had long expected that the Blood Demon Cult would coerce him with his son to lure him out, surely with some plot in mind.
The Blood Demon Cult has always valued high bloodlines the most.
His family was targeted, his wife dead and son scattered, and he himself became a prisoner, all because of that Cyan Dragon bloodline within him.
He had guessed that their target should be the old ghost who had just merged with the Eternal Ghost Eye.
But he never expected it to actually be Mr. Robert.
“Why him?” Xue Wuyang asked in a deep voice.
“This isn’t something you should ask.” The masked man spoke plainly, yet with an undeniable pressure, “If you want to save your son, do as I say.”
“What if I refuse?”
Xue Wuyang’s voice was low and suddenly his aura burst forth. The Heaven-piercing Halberd instantly materialized in his hands, muscles bulged, and fine cyan dragon scales appeared on his skin, a dignified dragon’s might slowly spreading.
“Want to fight?”
Under the mask came a mocking laugh.
The next moment, an unimaginably terrifying aura descended like a mountain collapsing, crashing down on Xue Wuyang.
The frozen ground beneath his feet instantly shattered, his bones creaked ominously, nearly forcing him to his knees.
Tier Seven!
Xue Wuyang’s expression changed drastically, yet he still stood firm, eyes filled not with fear but with hatred for the Blood Demon Cult that penetrated his very bones.
It was these people who destroyed his family, caused the death of his wife, and left him imprisoned.
No matter how strong the opponent, he would never yield.
“Xue Wuyang.”
The masked man’s voice was indifferent, yet each word was like a blade, “Before you act, think about your son. He is your only family left in this world.”
“If you die here, I guarantee, your son will suffer ten times more. I will make him unable to live nor die.”
This statement completely struck Xue Wuyang’s weak spot.
The anger in his eyes nearly consumed his reason, but thinking of his son’s frightened little face, his heart sank inch by inch.
His hand tightened and loosened on the halberd shaft, knuckles turning white, and finally, he dejectedly withdrew his weapon, his voice low:
“What do I need to do.”
“Very good.” The masked man laughed softly, “What you need to do is simple, fabricate an accident to lure Robert out of Ice Extreme Pass. Leave the rest to me.”
Xue Wuyang was silent. This request wasn’t particularly difficult. Previously, when they encountered the nesting Tier Seven Snow Beast, they had also asked Robert for assistance.
It’s just…
“After the event, the Military Lord will never let me go. If I die, my son won’t be able to survive either.” Xue Wuyang took a deep breath, “I need to see my son first, ensure his safety before I act.”
“Don’t play tricks with me.” The masked man was unmoved, “I will only promise that after the plan succeeds, I will take you and Robert away together, and reunite you with your son.”
“This is your only choice. Refuse, and prepare to collect your son’s corpse.”
The cold words left no room for negotiation.
Xue Wuyang remained silent for a long time, his body slightly hunched, as if suddenly drained of all strength, before finally squeezing out a hoarse voice from his throat:
“Fine, I agree.”
“That’s more like it.”
The masked man nodded in satisfaction, “Go back and wait for my message. Remember, before making any decision, think more about your son. Such an obedient child, if he were doomed to hell for eternity because of your momentary lapse, it would be too pitiful.”
The naked threat was like a poisonous sting piercing the heart.
Xue Wuyang’s anger was overwhelming, yet he could only suppress it deeply, his voice low and dry: “I understand.”
With that, he turned and walked out of the cave.
The howling cold wind struck his face, icy and bone-chilling.
Xue Wuyang looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, his eyes hollow, his heart as cold and desolate as the frozen wasteland.
…
Stumbling back to his room, Xue Wuyang locked the door behind him, leaning against the cold door, his body uncontrollably trembling slightly.
Only at this moment did he completely calm down, realizing he had already stepped into a deadlock with no way forward or back.
To save his son, he must betray the Military Lord and help the Blood Demon Cult lure out Mr. Robert.
But he knew full well that he was still part of Zuiyu, and his life, death, honor, and disgrace were entirely at the discretion of the Military Lord.
Even without this constraint, he absolutely would not want to betray.
From the moment he stepped into Ice Extreme Pass, the Military Lord never treated him as a prisoner, but instead appointed him as the chief instructor of the Barbarian Battle Group, giving him high status and power, and generously pouring various cultivation resources on him.
Elixir, Dragon Blood, top-tier Spiritual Artifacts for awakening his soul…
Each one was a symbol of the Military Lord’s trust and importance in him.
If treated as a national scholar, one must repay as a national scholar.
This kindness, long engraved in his bones, made it impossible for him to betray the Military Lord or those Barbarian brothers who respected him every day; he simply couldn’t do it, nor would he ever.
Moreover, he was well aware of the ways of the Blood Demon Cult.
Those people were brutal, bloodthirsty, and unfaithful, never adhering to any promises.
The so-called “going with him, reuniting father and son” was nothing but a deceptive lie to coerce him.
He was certain that once the plan succeeded, the Blood Demon Cult would certainly abandon him.
But if he didn’t cooperate?
Thinking of his son’s fearful face in the photo, his image of being bled and whipped, the masked man’s threat of “neither able to live nor die,” Xue Wuyang’s heart felt as if it was being cut repeatedly by a sharp knife, the pain nearly suffocating him.
Xiaoyong, he was his only concern in this world, his sole hope for survival, he couldn’t lose his son.
What to do?
What should I do?
Xue Wuyang staggered to the chair and sat down, clenching his fists tightly, his nails deeply piercing into his palms, blood seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the cold floor, yet he was oblivious.
His eyes were filled with pain and struggle, his face pale as paper, his lips bitten till bloody, as if all strength had been drained from him, collapsing heavily against the chair back.
Time ticked by, one minute, two minutes, five minutes… a full half hour, the room silent, only his heavy and oppressive breathing echoing in the empty room.
He just sat there, like a statue, his mind torn apart repeatedly—on one side was the Military Lord who gave him rebirth, and on the other was his suffering son.
Finally, Xue Wuyang slowly raised his hand, tremblingly opening the smartwatch, his fingertip sliding through the contacts, eventually stopping at a name—Military Lord.
His finger hovered above the screen, less than a centimeter from that name, yet it felt like an insurmountable chasm.
He knew that a simple press meant he had to utterly abandon his son, separated forever between heaven and mortal.
But if he didn’t press, he would betray the Military Lord and all those who trusted him, even if he saved his son, he would live in guilt and regret eternally.
His fingertip trembled more violently, sweat slid down his forehead, dripping on the smartwatch screen.
Unknown how much time passed, a flash of resolve shone in Xue Wuyang’s eyes, as if using all his strength, he heavily pressed the name.
At the moment of pressing, his back suddenly hunched, aging seemingly decades, eyes filled with endless desolation.
Just then, a calm and familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind: “Wuyang, you’ve made the most correct decision.”
Xue Wuyang’s body jolted, he abruptly lifted his head, his mouth wide open but silent, eyes filled with fear.
It was… the Military Lord’s voice!
Turns out, the Military Lord had known all along!
Instantly, cold sweat drenched his clothes, the chill bone-piercing.
He dared not imagine, if he had foolishly chosen betrayal just now, what the consequences might have been.
Before he could come to his senses, that familiar voice rang in his mind again.
“Rest assured, I’ll take care of your son, I’ll rescue him safely, and let you reunite.”
This sentence, like a beam of light in the darkness, instantly illuminated the despair in Xue Wuyang’s heart.
His eyes turned red instantly, hot tears welled up but he pursed his lips tightly to keep them from falling, his throat choked until words nearly failed him, only managing a low voice: “Thank… thank you Military Lord!”
Qin Tian didn’t reply, but Xue Wuyang felt revived, the heavy stone on his heart instantly falling, tension completely eased.
He slowly took out the photo from his pocket, fingers gently stroked his son’s face, eyes rekindled with light, murmuring:
“Xiaoyong, wait for me.”