Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 90: Revenge Under Moonlit Haitang Mountain

Haitang Mountain.

Chen Shaohu was sitting outside the house, reading under the moonlight. Occasionally, he would look up toward the depths of Haitang Mountain, the direction his fourth brother returned from each night. Seeing no sign of him, he lowered his head again.

The night was quiet.

Aside from the sound of the wind, there was only the soft rustling of pages being turned.

Reading broadens one’s knowledge and wisdom. When the mind is unsettled, immersing oneself in a book can clear away distracting thoughts, making time almost imperceptible.

Back in the Black Prison, Chen Shaohu had longed to read.

But there were no such conditions then; he could only pester his fourth brother to tell him stories and teach him principles.

Now, he could finally read to his heart’s content.

Yet this evening, he couldn’t quite maintain focus.

"I wonder how things are going on Fourth Brother’s side."

Chen Shaohu thought to himself.

He knew his fourth brother was going to strike against the Wusheng Sect tonight.

Sadly, his own skills were insufficient to help.

He gazed at the moonlight.

It was already midnight.

Lost in thought,

when suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached him from afar. Chen Shaohu’s face lit up with joy.

These footsteps were familiar. He walked out into the courtyard, looked up, and saw his fourth brother strolling through the woods, bathed in moonlight. As he approached, with a broad grin, Chen Jichuan laughed aloud, "The Vice Sect Leader, Hel Mingli of the Wusheng Sect, has been chopped to death!"

The night’s operation could be called a complete success.

The Spirit Stone was in hand.

Hel Mingli was dead.

He had even managed to subdue the Wusheng Sect’s Fifth Elder, Mu Junxiong, with about a sixty to seventy percent certainty of bringing him into service.

How could Chen Jichuan not feel elated?

"The Vice Sect Leader?"

Chen Shaohu burst out laughing when he heard this, his grin nearly splitting his face in half.

"That’s fantastic!"

"Just fantastic!"

He laughed foolishly,

book in hand, pacing excitedly in circles around the courtyard, too thrilled to know what to say.

Their entire family had perished in the Black Prison at the hands of the Lishui Gang—father, second uncle, third uncle, eldest brother, second brother, third brother, cousins...

After the Black Prison changed hands,

Chen Shaohu and Chen Jichuan had gone on to endure further imprisonment and enslavement at the hands of the Wusheng Sect.

They endured bitterly for years, just as they began to see a glimmer of hope of escaping, only to be sent to certain death by the Wusheng Sect.

Had it not been for their luck, they would have long since become two dry corpses.

Especially Chen Shaohu.

Those traumatic days of constant fear, the sheer terror of death—it was a taste he had fully experienced.

No amount of hatred toward the Wusheng Sect could be considered excessive.

After escaping the Wusheng Sect,

they hid on Haitang Mountain.

Eight months passed, and they finally began formal retaliation. The joy and satisfaction swelling in Chen Shaohu’s heart were immeasurable.

He was not the type who, when revenge could be carried out for him, would insist on courting death by personally facing his enemies.

In Chen Shaohu’s heart,

his fourth brother killing someone was no different from avenging him.

Still, not being able to witness it firsthand left a tiny bit of regret.

Chen Shaohu delighted in his excitement for a while, which showed no signs of fading, then clung to Chen Jichuan, saying, "Fourth Brother, tell me how Hel Mingli died. Was it gruesome?"

"Gruesome?"

Chen Jichuan thought of Hel Mingli.

First, Peng Yangui had slashed his face three times, disfiguring him so much that even his soul seemed to be hauling itself back from torment. Then, Liu Baohua had shot an arrow through his throat, pinning him to a tree in Yellow Stone Gully, leaving a pool of blood behind.

Unable to hold back a grin,

he nodded toward Chen Shaohu and said, "Gruesome! Absolutely gruesome..."

...

"Ahhhhh!"

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Your death is too tragic!"

Wusheng City.

Heavenly Wave Palace.

Fourth Elder, Shi Zhen, looked at Hel Mingli’s disfigured body lying on the ground and shouted hoarsely, pounding his chest and stamping his feet. Veins bulged and his eyes were bloodshot, an utterly terrifying sight.

Great Elder Chuu Sanyang and Second Elder Lvu Qing trembled in their brows, their expressions a mixture of shock and anger.

Hel Mingli’s face had been slashed three times, his skin and flesh mangled, and even many of his bones were broken. Even those who knew him well might struggle to recognize him.

Fragments of flesh barely clung together.

Some pieces of flesh were unaccounted for, missing here and there. It looked like a complete jigsaw puzzle smashed into a pulp, doused with a splash of filth, and then had a few pieces tossed aside.

An ordinary person would likely faint in terror upon seeing it.

Mu Junxiong stood covered in dust and dirt, his rare inverted eyebrows giving him an expression of deep anger and lingering fear. In a heavy tone, he said, "The one in the shadows was too cunning. While we were asleep, they used some unknown technique to plunge us into a dazed, thoughtless state. By the time we heard any commotion and snapped out of it, Brother Mingli had already been slashed three times and had his throat pierced by an arrow from the shadows, pinning him to a tree!"

Mu Junxiong explained every detail of Hel Mingli’s death to those present in the hall.

He did not embellish.

The only omission was the disorienting state he had experienced after being bewitched.

Besides Hel Mingli, two other corpses lay in the hall: one was a protector of the Wusheng Sect named Chen Shan, of Fifth Grade strength; the other was a deacon named Wuu Jinyang, of Fourth Grade strength.

Both had been killed by arrows that pierced their throats.

This demonstrated the extraordinary precision of the hidden archer’s skill.

Third Elder Cao Zheng examined the three corpses once more and said, "The person who slashed the Vice Sect Leader three times was not very strong, likely only Second Grade. The wounds were not fatal. The one who killed the Vice Sect Leader and these two others was the same archer. Judging from the arrow marks, they are roughly Fifth or Sixth Grade, but their archery is so precise it poses a threat even to an Innate Grandmaster. The throat-shot was the truly fatal strike."

The bodies lay before them,

the wounds plain for all to see.

From Cao Zheng’s experience, these conclusions were easily drawn.

"Second Grade?!"

"A mere Second Grade! How could someone of that level even get close to the Vice Sect Leader, let alone land three strikes?!"

Second Elder Lvu Qing’s brows furrowed deeply in skepticism.

Mu Junxiong replied, "I find it strange too. At the time, we were resting, having deliberately posted ten sentries to keep watch. Yet somehow, we were all overcome by a foggy stupor, as if drugged. When we awoke, we saw Brother Mingli struck down."

Lvu Qing turned to the other protectors, deacons, and Black Armor present in the hall.

Their accounts were nearly identical to Mu Junxiong’s, all claiming they felt as if their souls had left them, completely unaware of what had transpired.

"Innate Grandmasters possess heightened senses for danger and reactions far surpassingordinary people."

"What kind of drug could incapacitate even the Vice Sect Leader?"

Lvu Qing’s frown deepened.

Thinking hard, he found no answers for the moment.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Second Grade! Second Grade! My senior brother, a dignified Innate Grandmaster, was slashed three times by a mere Second Grade and then killed by a Fifth or Sixth Grade archer!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Shi Zhen was nearly losing his sanity.

He felt unspeakable indignation and humiliation for Hel Mingli.

If Hel Mingli had died in direct combat against an Innate Master, that would have been understandable. But for a proud Innate to first be drugged and then humiliated by a Second and Sixth Grade—this was outright bullying.

The hall reverberated with Shi Zhen’s anguished cries.

The mood of everyone else in the room remained grim.

Great Elder Chuu Sanyang’s face was dark as he speculated, "Our Wusheng Sect has risen with great momentum, attracting no shortage of enemies. The most likely suspect for this is the Lishui Gang. Beyond that, the Golden Sun Sect and Biqing Cliff are also possible."

As he spoke,

he hesitated, adding, "Yet all three factions have Innate Grandmasters. Sending Second and Sixth Grade individuals to act doesn’t quite make sense."

The others in the hall also furrowed their brows in contemplation.

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