Chapter 509: 509, your life belongs to me from now on.
Han Yan could see that Yan Yuchu had struck down Yue Zhenglin and the others with the fierceness of a thunderbolt not to entangle her in future troubles. If she was willing, he didn’t mind taking the blame for Fourth Miss Zhao’s death as well.
But she still decided to act on her own, for one reason only: Mu Cheng’s feelings for Fourth Miss Zhao were deeply rooted. Even if she had hurt him to his core, it was possible that some of those feelings lingered deep in his heart. If Fourth Miss Zhao died at the hands of Yan Yuchu, Mu Cheng might end up hating him, and one day seek revenge.
She didn’t want Mu Cheng to die by Yan Yuchu’s sword. You wouldn’t know it from how buoyant and gentle Yan Yuchu seemed in front of her, but he wasn’t so kind to others.
If there had to be hatred, let Mu Cheng hate her instead.
However, Han Yan was probably overthinking it.
Watching Fourth Miss Zhao die right in front of him, Mu Cheng showed neither fondness nor sorrow on his face, just a numb expression. His heart had already died; there was no sadness, no joy.
Although Han Yan had never been passionately in love with someone, she could imagine what Mu Cheng must have been feeling then and looked at him with pity, reaching out to take his pulse and once again channel her qi into him.
Mu Cheng also practiced the Heavenly Heart Technique, and although it was not as advanced or evolved as Han Yan’s version, it was of the same origin, so she didn’t have to worry about causing him harm.
"Don’t waste your strength, just let me die," Mu Cheng said in a hoarse voice, his eyes devoid of life.
He had no idea about the special uses of Han Yan’s Heavenly Heart Technique, assuming she simply carried some strange treasure for neutralizing poisons, which is how she had countered the effects of the Bone Marrow Transformation Pill. He didn’t believe she could save him—her injection of primordial energy was only prolonging his agony.
Mu Cheng, feeling despair and guilt towards Han Yan, naturally did not want her to waste her strength on him.
"Remember, your life is mine from now on. If I want you to die, you will die. If I want you to live, you must strive to live well," Han Yan said, ignoring his words and continuing to infuse her qi.
The blow to his body and spirit left Mu Cheng without any desire to live. Even if he survived, he would be a shell of himself, self-destructive and lost. Of course, Han Yan did not want to see him fall into such a state.
Hearing her words, Mu Cheng fell silent. It didn’t matter to him whether he lived or died. If Han Yan could save him, what did it matter if his life belonged to her? Of course, he didn’t truly believe she had that power.
Wu Qiuyun, however, was filled with curiosity. He still hadn’t figured out how Han Yan had dealt with the poison of the Bone Marrow Transformation Pill. Initially, he had guessed that she had foreseen something amiss with Mu Cheng and taken an antidote pill in advance—after all, as a member of the capital’s direct Mu lineage, what was an unsolvable poison for the Zhao Family might be something the Mu Family had an antidote for.
But after seeing what Han Yan was doing, he was utterly baffled. If it were a Sword Master or higher level expert, it might be possible to slowly counteract the poison of the Bone Marrow Transformation Pill through strength, but Han Yan was merely a Tenth Rank Swordsman—close to becoming a Sword Master, but also akin to a chasm too vast to cross. How could she possibly detoxify Mu Cheng?
It was Yan Yuchu, however, who seemed to realize something and watched Han Yan with interest. He had personally experienced the unique aspects of Han Yan’s Heavenly Heart Technique—could it be that beyond the condensation and purification of qi, it could also neutralize poison?