Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625: Chapter 60: Lord Mo Declares His Sovereignty!

"Good!"

With this word, it came from Mu Qingge’s mouth.

In the sky, Ji Yaohua grabbed Sang Xuewu’s hand, pushed hard, and directly threw Sang Xuewu toward the ground.

Mu Qingge’s eyes flashed, she leaped up, caught Sang Xuewu in mid-air, and brought her safely to the ground.

"Then let’s begin now," Ji Yaohua was full of enthusiasm.

Mu Qingge sneered and said, "What’s the rush? To fight someone as skilled as you, I need some time to prepare. Three days later, at the Sunset Grassland, we will battle and see who is superior!"

Ji Yaohua’s eyes sparkled, her smile unwavering, "Good, then I’ll wait for three days. If you can injure me within three hundred moves, consider it your win."

Mu Qingge coldly smiled and did not respond.

Her mocking gaze made Ji Yaohua laugh and say, "Don’t say I’m bullying you; give it your all in three days. I will suppress my cultivation to match your realm."

Having said that, she turned and left, truly coming and going like the wind.

After Ji Yaohua left, Mu Qingge unlocked the restriction on Sang Xuewu, enabling her to move and speak again.

"You can’t fight him, Ji Yaohua is a maniac who does whatever he pleases!" Sang Xuewu anxiously exclaimed as soon as she could speak.

Mu Qingge looked at her and said sharply, "I’ll handle my own affairs." Ji Yaohua came for her, so strictly speaking, Sang Xuewu was merely collateral damage.

"This is no joke, even if he promises to suppress his cultivation, his realm is his realm, and he’s almost breaking into the Golden Realm!" Sang Xuewu pleaded earnestly.

Mu Qingge, however, looked at her calmly and said, "Then what solution do you have?"

"I!" Sang Xuewu was at a loss for words.

Mu Qingge turned and walked toward the main tent, instructing Bai Xi who was standing outside another tent, "Bai Xi, see her out."

Sang Xuewu wanted to say something more, but Bai Xi suddenly appeared in front of her and said, "Miss Sang, please."

With no choice, Sang Xuewu followed Bai Xi to the gate.

At this moment, Mo Yang had already hurried back with the Dragon Tooth Guards, his face equally grim. Ji Yaohua’s voice had echoed across the Sunset Grassland; they certainly wouldn’t miss it.

Seeing Sang Xuewu walk out from the camp, Mo Yang’s heart sank.

At this time, the Third Elder of the Sang Family also arrived with people from the Sang Family and immediately saw Sang Xuewu standing at the gate.

"Xuewu!" The Third Elder said nervously.

Sang Yichen quickly ran up to Sang Xuewu and whispered, "Did she agree?"

Sang Xuewu nodded, her face full of worry.

"How could it be! That Ji Yaohua is ranked second on the Green Talent List; certainly more formidable than Ying Ze; you mustn’t fight him!" Sang Yichen said, intending to rush into the Dragon Tooth Camp to find Mu Qingge and make her reconsider.

However, Bai Xi blocked him at the entrance, he couldn’t get in.

"Yichen, let’s leave first. Don’t disturb her during these three days," Sang Xuewu grabbed Sang Yichen’s elbow and pulled him away from the gate, walking toward the Third Elder.

"Xuewu, are you alright? What exactly happened?" The Third Elder asked urgently.

Sang Zilan chimed in with a cutting tone, "Our Miss Xuewu truly knows how to stir up trouble. First, she implicated Mr. Mu to bear three moves from Young Master Ying for her, and now she has made him agree to Young Master Ji’s duel to save her. The first beauty of the West Continent, indeed her charm is extraordinary."

"Zilan, enough!" The Third Elder rebuked.

Sang Zilan retorted discontentedly, "Why should I shut up? I did not say anything wrong!"

"Enough, discuss it when we get back, aren’t you worried about losing face?" The Third Elder roared.

He finally silenced Sang Zilan.

He sighed and said to Sang Xuewu, "Let’s go back before discussing this."

Sang Xuewu nodded, glancing back at the slowly closing camp gates, concealing her worries, as she followed the Third Elder and the others back to the Sang Family’s camp.

Inside the Dragon Tooth Camp, Mu Qingge returned to the main tent and met Si Mo’s gaze.

"This person has already stepped into the Golden Realm with one foot, and his innate bloodline is wind. Even if his cultivation is suppressed, you are currently not his opponent." Si Mo could see through Ji Yaohua’s depths at a glance.

Mu Qingge smiled bitterly, "You’ve seen it too, under such circumstances, can I refuse? He doesn’t care about Sang Xuewu’s life at all. If I really don’t agree, he’ll definitely kill Sang Xuewu."

"She’s your sister; no matter what, you can’t let her die." Si Mo spoke what Mu Qingge felt in her heart.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath, "I just told Grandpa that he still has a pair of grandchildren; I can’t tell him next time that his granddaughter was dragged into trouble because of me."

Mu Qingge walked to Si Mo’s side, leaned against him with some fatigue, and closed her eyes: "Previously on the battlefield, Ji Yaohua came to me, and I refused him. That’s why he captured Sang Xuewu to force me. This time, even if I still don’t agree, he won’t give up easily. Since that’s the case, I might as well fulfill his wish."

"What will you do?" Si Mo wrapped his arms around her waist.

Mu Qingge opened her eyes, her clear gaze filled with a sharp light, "I’ll give it my all."

"Why don’t I help you?" Si Mo suggested.

Mu Qingge shook her head to refuse, "No, you will eventually leave one day; I must rely on myself and fight honorably." She didn’t want to overly depend on Si Mo and wanted to take the opportunity to hone herself.

Sparring with a master is also a rare experience.

Though she didn’t understand why Ji Yaohua had targeted her, since she had accepted, she might as well treat this match as a form of practice.

"I would be heartbroken if little Ge’er gets hurt." Si Mo held her hand and placed it against his heart.

Mu Qingge stood on tiptoe and gave him a light kiss on the lips. She smiled at him, "So, to spare you heartache, why won’t you quickly tell me all about Ji Yaohua?"

Si Mo’s lips curved into a smile, and he embraced Mu Qingge and sat on the bed.

Mu Qingge, who appeared tall and slender in front of others, surprisingly had a demure and delicate appearance nested in his arms.

"The Ji Family has a bloodline with the Wind Spirit Root; Ji Yaohua possesses an innate Wind Spirit Root, destined for great achievements. Thus, his speed will be incredibly fast, and he may use his innate abilities to interfere with you. Moreover, the Ji Family is an Ancient Clan with extensive collections of books. As the Young Master of the Ji Family, Ji Yaohua has surely practiced top-tier combat skills from a young age. Even though he has suppressed his cultivation to match yours and said that if you can injure him within three hundred moves, you will win, you must understand that even with suppressed cultivation, his stored spiritual power will be greater than yours. Your depletion of spiritual power will certainly be faster than his." Si Mo spoke slowly.

Mu Qingge’s gaze flashed as she lifted her head from his embrace, "Didn’t you say that Spirit Roots can’t be used freely?"

Si Mo nodded, "It’s well known that the Ji Family can control the wind. So, even if Ji Yaohua uses the abilities of his Spirit Root, no one will be surprised, nor can it be concluded that he has an innate Spirit Root. I suspect the Ji Family keeps the matter of his innate Spirit Root tightly concealed."

Mu Qingge’s eyes lit up. "Then can I..."

"No." Si Mo shook his head.

"Why?" Mu Qingge asked discontentedly.

Si Mo looked at her seriously, "Just like you said, I can’t always be by your side. Moreover, your current strength isn’t enough to let you roam freely in the Middle Ancient Realm. Ji Yaohua has the Ji Family supporting him, and even if his Spirit Root is exposed, those who covet it must consider whether they can contend with the Ji Family. You’re different; once your Thunder Spirit Root is exposed, no matter whether you’re merely close to thunder or have a Spirit Root, you’ll become a target for countless hunters. You’re smart enough to know that people would rather mistakenly kill a hundred than let one slip away."

Mu Qingge was silenced by Si Mo’s words.

"That’s why I would rather you concede defeat if you find yourself overpowered in the battle than hope you take risks." Si Mo spoke to Mu Qingge in a solemn tone, "Little Ge’er, your Realm is far inferior to his. It’s normal not to win. It’s fine to lose this time; just give your all. With improved cultivation someday, you can give him a good beating, okay?"

He didn’t want Mu Qingge to put herself in danger just to win.

"I understand." Mu Qingge nodded under Si Mo’s gaze. "I promise not to use Thunder Spiritual Power, but I won’t easily admit defeat either."

Si Mo sighed and pinched her cheek slightly, "Who made me fond of competitive little Ge’er?"

Feeling someone itching to act, Mu Qingge promptly sprang from his arms like a startled deer, blushing as she said, "I will enter seclusion for the next three days to prepare for the battle. Don’t disturb me." After speaking, she vanished from the spot, entering the Cultivation Tower in the space.

"She ran so fast!" Si Mo smiled quietly to himself.

...

At the Ji Family’s camp, Ying Ze barged in directly.

Seeing Ji Yaohua lounging lazily on the bed, eating fruit, Ying Ze’s eyes darkened as he spoke, "What do you intend to do?"

Ji Yaohua glanced at him and laughed, "Why are you so tense?"

Ying Ze approached him, his cold, angular features sharpening as he stared at Ji Yaohua and asked again, "What do you intend to do? Why challenge Mu Qingge? You know perfectly well he can’t possibly be your opponent."

Ji Yaohua pursed his lips and shrugged, "I’ll suppress my cultivation to match his." He looked up at Ying Ze, his curiosity apparent, "He’s so amusing, how can I miss out on that? What, you get to play with him, and I don’t?"

Ying Ze fell silent for a moment before speaking, "Your nature is too malicious; I don’t want a valued opponent to be tormented to death by you. I said to wait until he has strength, then have a proper duel with him."

"So you were worried I might hurt him! Don’t worry, don’t worry, for you, I will show some mercy," Ji Yaohua said, shaking her dripping wet hands.

Ying Ze looked at him and finally turned to leave.

After he left, Ji Yaohua finally reined in the smile that had been tugging at the corners of her mouth, her eyes thoughtful as she murmured to herself, "Ying Ze, oh Ying Ze, it’s the first time I’ve seen you care so much about an outsider’s life. I’m curious to see what charm this Mu Qingge has that makes you pay attention to him after just one battle."

...

The young master of the Ji Family, Ji Yaohua, ranked second on the Green Talent List, challenged Mu Qingge to a battle three days later at the Sunset Grassland. This news spread like wildfire, requiring no embellishment or promotion for everyone to know.

This was naturally thanks to Ji Yaohua’s booming voice; he infused it with spiritual power, making it sound like a live broadcast.

Once again, the Dragon Tooth Camp became the focal point, with countless people speculating, watching for the outcome of this match.

Of course, they weren’t guessing who would win or lose, but rather how many moves it would take for Mu Qingge to be defeated.

"Come, come, betting on Mu Qingge losing within thirty moves is two to one odds. Losing in a hundred moves is five to one. In a hundred and fifty moves, seven to one. Two hundred moves, ten to one. Three hundred moves, fifty to one!" In the Floating Guest Camp, someone had already set up a betting ring openly.

Anyway, with nothing much to do for the next five days, this wildly uneven match became their new topic of conversation, and the most popular pastime.

The participants in the betting were not only the Floating Guests but also many family members.

"Hey, what if the number of losing moves isn’t within your betting range? For example, if he loses at seventy moves?" Someone asked, holding their silver tael.

The person setting the bet enthusiastically replied, "That’s simple, we calculate it by the closest bet. If he loses in seventy moves, then it counts as a loss at a hundred moves for a five to one payoff."

"That’s acceptable!" The questioner immediately beamed and placed their silver tael on the five-to-one spot.

Beside the betting stand, there was a dense crowd of people.

In the distance, Qin Yiyao and Sheng Yuli stood side by side.

Ever since discovering Qin Yiyao’s presence, Sheng Yuli had moved the Sheng Family’s camp near Qin Yiyao’s camp, practically shadowing her all along.

"Are you worried about Young Master Mu?" Sheng Yuli asked Qin Yiyao.

Though he knew the lady he adored had someone else in her heart, he could only feel a sense of helplessness. Jealous of Mu Qingge? He wasn’t, because he could never be a competitor.

If he and Qin Yiyao could be together, they would have been long ago; how could it have come to this?

Sheng Yuli’s inquiry was not avoided by Qin Yiyao, who nodded her head.

Sheng Yuli advised, "Don’t worry too much, Young Master Mu is incredibly intelligent. Even if there’s a difference in strength, he will find a way."

Qin Yiyao pursed her lips and said nothing.

She knew Mu Qingge better than Sheng Yuli did, aware of that streak of fierceness in his heart, harsh towards his enemies, and even harsher towards himself. Even if destined to lose, this battle would be fought with utmost ferocity.

Mu Qingge would never just perfunctorily handle things, but rather give his all and fight with everything he has!

That’s exactly why she was worried and felt heartache for Mu Qingge.

"Where are you going?" Sheng Yuli immediately followed as he saw Qin Yiyao turning to leave.

Qin Yiyao continued on without stopping, "I’m going to gather information about Ji Yaohua." Although she knew the Dragon Tooth Guards would do the same, this was the only thing she could do to help at the moment.

"I’ll accompany you." Sheng Yuli swallowed the bitterness in his heart and resolutely followed Qin Yiyao.

...

The Dragon Tooth Camp once again closed its gates, but this time, there were no prying eyes outside. They were all anticipating the match three days later, and the betting scene in the Floating Guest Camp was getting bigger, with more and more participants.

The three bigwigs had once come to visit Mu Qingge, but were refused due to him being in seclusion.

However, one person still appeared at the gates of the Dragon Tooth Camp.

Mo Yang stood outside the main tent and called in a low voice, "My lord."

"Speak," Si Mo’s voice floated from within the tent.

Mo Yang said, "The Young Master Han is at the gate, requesting to see the little lord."

"Does he not know that Little Ge’er is in seclusion preparing for battle?" Si Mo said slowly. Yet, in his voice, there was a hint of coldness.

Mo Yang felt a chill in his arms, a coolness running up his spine. He braced himself and said, "I have already informed him, but he insists on coming in. He said... if the little lord is unavailable, then he requests to see you, my lord."

The main tent was silent for a moment before Si Mo’s voice came through, "Bring him in."

Mo Yang received the order and withdrew. Before long, he reappeared with Han Caicai outside the main tent.

"He can come in alone, you go about your business," Si Mo instructed once more.

Mo Yang nodded and left, leaving Han Caicai alone.

After Mo Yang walked some distance, Han Caicai entered the main tent, his eyes darkened as he stormed inside.

However, as soon as he entered the tent, he froze in place.

Si Mo, dressed regally in a dark robe, sat at the position originally belonging to Mu Qingge; on the table sprawled a sullen rabbit. And Si Mo was engrossed in feeding the rabbit medicinal herbs!

Han Caicai’s expression changed. He couldn’t understand how this man could still have the leisure to feed a rabbit at such a critical time. Was he even worthy of being Mu Qingge’s man?

"Why do you not kneel upon seeing me?" Si Mo slowly lifted his amber eyes, his cool, detached gaze sweeping over Han Caicai like an invisible mountain pressing down.

Han Caicai was unwilling to kneel, yet the pressure forced him to bend his knee, kneeling on one knee.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth, bearing that overwhelming presence, his narrow eyes wide and unyielding as he looked at Si Mo.

Si Mo merely gave a faint smile, "Have you forgotten how to speak upon seeing me?"

Han Caicai nearly gritted his teeth to pieces, his spine gradually bent, and large beads of sweat appeared on his skin. "Han Caicai pays respects to Your Majesty Holy King!"

Si Mo nodded almost imperceptibly, "Rise."

With his words, Han Caicai felt his shoulders relax, the invisible pressure enveloping him vanished instantly.

He knew the gap between him and Si Mo was vast, but experiencing it firsthand, he realized he had no power to resist before Si Mo.

If Si Mo wished, he could have crushed him to dust just moments ago.

"Do you have something to say?" Si Mo asked casually, still focused on feeding the bunny.

Han Caicai took a deep breath, mustering the courage to say, "Qingge cannot fight Ji Yaohua; she’s simply unmatched."

"My Little Ge’er is also quite formidable," a hint of discontent rose in Si Mo’s amber eyes, seemingly displeased with Han Caicai’s words of bolstering others’ morale while undermining his own strength.

Han Caicai felt as though his chest had been struck.

Suppressing his displeasure, he said to Si Mo, "You know she can’t win, yet you let her face danger— is this your way of loving her?"

A sharp glint flashed in Si Mo’s profound eyes.

He finally abandoned feeding the rabbit, rising slowly to approach Han Caicai step by step.

As he drew nearer, Han Caicai felt suffocating pressure, a sensation of asphyxiation spreading through him. Suddenly, his feet dangled in the air, his breath hasty, as though an invisible hand was gripping his throat, lifting him off the ground.

Cold energy spread throughout the main tent, eroding Han Caicai’s spiritual power, rendering him helpless to use his own strength.

He was like a rag doll, at the mercy of the person before him, susceptible to being crushed at any moment.

His narrow eyes wide open, bright with an unyielding gleam, yet in Si Mo’s view, only worthy of a disdainful smile.

The hous lying lazily on the table cast a mocking glance, its golden eyes full of ridicule. Han Caicai’s self-destructive actions left it without admiration.

Look at it, a fierce beast that knew when to yield; when strength fell short, it understood when to bow its head.

"You like Little Ge’er," Si Mo’s words carried no inquiry, but certainty.

Han Caicai’s face turned plum purple; hearing Si Mo’s words, he still defiantly said, "Yes."

This answer was harsh in Si Mo’s ears. A bloody, icy aura emanated from him, like countless black tendrils extending towards Han Caicai, binding his limbs, torso, and neck.

Within the tent, black mist spread uncontrollably, filling the space.

Si Mo’s gaze deepened to inky black, his entire aura turning frigid beyond measure. "I really dislike your answer," the words rolled forth like from the Nine Netherworld, cold, ruthless, cold-blooded, violent...

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