Chapter 2 Die Yue

This blow had completely overturned Su Zimo's view of the world. So, there really were immortals in this world. Furthermore, the power of any immortal could surpass that of a major country, not to mention the Iridescent Clouds Palace behind them.

To Su Zimo, losing his scholarly honors was nothing. However, he had been with Zhui Feng since he was young. In his eyes, Zhui Feng was no longer a horse but a family member.

Not long after, Su Zimo arrived at his own residence.

This residence was not big and was very quiet. There were only a few rooms and it was a reward given to Su Zimo by his elder brother, Su Hong, when he passed the county scholar examination at the age of 12.

Su Zimo carried Zhui Feng's ashes to a peach tree in the middle of the courtyard and buried it.

"Zhui Feng, I planted this peach tree personally. From now on, the two of you will be companions. One day, I will sprinkle Perfected Cang Lang's blood on your ashes! "

Su Zimo's eyes were slightly bloodshot. He stood quietly beside the peach tree for a long time before turning around slowly.

As he turned around, Su Zimo saw a person.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe. She was extremely beautiful. She was not coquettish, not flamboyant and did not wear any makeup. It was as though she had walked out of a painting.

Su Zimo had once sighed. As the ancient saying went, "Hibiscus from clear water is a natural carving." This must be the case.

She was wearing a blood-red robe, which didn't match her beautiful face. However, this contrast formed a unique temperament on her body.

Two years ago, Su Zimo returned from a trip and saw this woman unconscious near Cang Lang Mountain Range. He was worried that she would be eaten by wild beasts and brought her back.

Not long after arriving at the residence, the red-robed woman woke up. She looked fine but no matter how Su Zimo asked her name and where she lived, she did not say a word.

The red-robed woman stayed here for two years and Su Zimo had never chased her away.

There were no servants in this residence and Su Zimo was not used to being served. He took care of his three meals a day.

In his opinion, one more person was nothing. It was just another portion of food.

For the past two years, every time Su Zimo finished cooking, he would deliver a portion to the red-robed woman's door, knock on the door, and then leave.

The red-robed woman rarely showed her face. Su Zimo had never seen her leave the mansion. The conversation between the two of them did not exceed five sentences.

Not to mention the people in Ping Yang Town, even the Su residence did not know of her existence.

The girl's name was Die Yue. She was reclusive and didn't speak much. Su Zimo's understanding of her was limited to this.

Su Zimo did not know when Die Yue had stood behind him, but today, the way Die Yue looked at him was a little strange, indescribable.

Su Zimo nodded at her and returned to his room.

After two years of interaction, both parties were already used to this kind of greeting. Moreover, Su Zimo knew that even if he spoke, Die Yue would ignore him.

Su Zimo closed the door tightly and took out a sharp knife that was about a foot long from the corner. It was rusty and he did not know how long it had been since he last used it.

Su Zimo searched for a long time and found a whetstone. He sprinkled some water on it and started sharpening the knife with a dark face and cold gaze.

Not long after, Su Zimo seemed to have thought of something. He pushed open the door and looked at Die Yue in the courtyard. "Miss Die, rest early today. No matter what you hear at night, do not walk out of your room."

Die Yue did not comment and her expression was cold.

For some reason, a strange thought appeared in Su Zimo's mind.

In terms of aura and realm, Die Yue was more like an immortal. She was elegant and did not care about anything. Why would a real immortal get angry and hurt a mortal because of whether or not he knelt?

Of course, this thought flashed past Su Zimo's mind and he did not take it to heart.

Su Zimo took out a jar of wine from the cellar in the courtyard and opened the mud seal. Along the way, he purposely spilled some of the strong wine that led to his room.

At the door, Su Zimo released his hand and the wine jar fell to the ground. The wine splattered everywhere and gave off a strong smell.

Die Yue had witnessed the entire process and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Su Zimo walked into the room. The door was not closed and was left ajar.

Coming to the corner, Su Zimo continued sharpening his knife.

Tonight was destined to be a restless night.

Su Zimo was waiting.

Waiting for someone ...

...

Night fell and the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

A sneaky figure sneaked into Su Zimo's residence along the high wall.

When he landed, there was a huge commotion and the black figure hurriedly scurried to the corner. He was quite agile.

After a while, the courtyard was quiet and there was nothing unusual. The black figure then stood up and took out a dagger that was shining coldly from his waist.

Through the cold gleam of the dagger, one could vaguely tell that this person was Zhou Dingyun who had joined the immortal sect together with Chen Meng Qi!

Zhou Dingyun was a vengeful person. Initially, he was still a little wary of the Su family and Su Zimo's scholarly reputation.

Now that Su Zimo had become a lowly commoner and he had joined the immortal sect and soared to the top, how could he let Su Zimo off so easily?

Furthermore, as long as he killed Su Zimo secretly tonight, he would leave Ping Yang Town with Perfected Cang Lang the next day.

Even if the Su family realized this, they would not dare to look for him. Otherwise, if Perfected Cang Lang was enraged, the entire family would be annihilated.

Zhou Dingyun did not have any martial arts skills but he was strong and strong. He thought that it would be easy for him to deal with a weak scholar.

After taking a few steps carefully, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint fragrance of wine. He looked around and saw a broken wine jar at the door of a room.

"Hehe." Zhou Dingyun was relieved. He smiled sinisterly and said, "You have not experienced any hardships and yet you still want to drown your sorrows in alcohol. You must be dead drunk now. That's good. I will break the tendons in your arms and legs and torture you slowly! "

Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room. He saw that the door was ajar and looked in through the gap. There seemed to be a person lying on the bed. However, the light was weak and he could not see clearly.

Zhou Dingyun did not think too much. He pushed the door open with a sinister expression and darted in.

The smell of wine in the room was even stronger. Zhou Dingyun frowned and crept to the side of the bed.

Just as Zhou Dingyun reached the side of the bed, a shadow walked out silently from behind the door. It was like a ghost from the netherworld.

All of a sudden!

A cold gleam flashed in the darkness. Before Zhou Dingyun could react, he felt a slight chill on his neck and there was a faint prickling pain. A cold voice rang in his ears.

"Move and I will kill you!"

All of a sudden, a chill ran down Zhou Dingyun's spine and all the hair on his body stood up.

Even if Zhou Dingyun had a thousand pounds of strength, he could not exert any of it.

He knew very well that the thing hanging on his neck was definitely a sharp weapon. It could easily pierce his throat.

"You, you, who are you?"

Zhou Dingyun panicked. He felt as if his throat had been pierced and a warm liquid was sliding down his neck into his chest.

This feeling was terrifying!

It was as if his life was slowly draining away and he could not do anything about it.

Zhou Dingyun was caught off guard. He felt that his hair was suddenly pulled up by force and was pulled to the back!

There was a tearing pain on his scalp. It was as if his scalp was being pulled off!

"Ah!"

Zhou Dingyun cried out in pain.

Under the stimulation of the intense pain and the threat of death from the sharp blade, Zhou Dingyun's legs went soft. He fell to his knees with a thud.

Zhou Dingyun had never felt that death was so close to him.

"Look at who I am." The voice behind him sounded again. It was cold and eerie, like a malicious spirit from hell.

Zhou Dingyun maintained a strange posture. He tilted his head back and tried to open his eyes wide to look up.

What he saw scared Zhou Dingyun out of his wits.

In the darkness, Su Zimo's face was gloomy. There was a murderous aura between his eyebrows. He did not look like a scholar at all. His eyes were frighteningly bright. His gaze seemed to be sharper than the sharp blade in his hand!

At this moment, Zhou Dingyun truly felt Su Zimo's murderous intent and determination.

"Oh no! Su Zimo has lost his scholarly achievements and become a lowly commoner. He really wants to kill me. "

"No, I'm about to join the Immortal Sect. I can't die!"

In a flash, thousands of thoughts flashed through Zhou Dingyun's mind. In the end, all of them turned into a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Dingyun said in a trembling voice, "You, you can't kill me. If the Immortal knows, you, you won't be able to escape death ..."

"Hehe."

Su Zimo laughed. "My life is worthless now. I'm about to drag someone down with me. Unfortunately, you've bumped into me. Don't blame me for that."

Su Zimo's smile in the darkness was extremely terrifying in Zhou Dingyun's eyes.

That calm and indifferent tone made Zhou Dingyun even more fearful.

"He's crazy. Su Zimo is crazy!"

Before he could finish his thought, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp blade on his throat move again.

Waves of piercing pain came and Zhou Dingyun's spirit collapsed instantly.

"Su, Second Young Master Su, I beg you. Please spare my lowly life. I won't do any evil in the future."

"Second Young Master Su, I, Zhou Dingyun, swear to the heavens that if I'm lucky enough to join the Immortal Sect in the future, I won't seek revenge on you. Otherwise, I'll die from arrows piercing through my heart."

Su Zimo did not say a word. He only squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun.

This silence made Zhou Dingyun even more anxious.

Zhou Dingyun could not understand Su Zimo's thoughts at all.

After an unknown period of time, just as Zhou Dingyun was about to lose all hope, he suddenly felt his scalp loosen. The sharp blade on his neck also moved away slowly.

"Get lost."

Su Zimo said coldly.

These two words were like heavenly music. Zhou Dingyun felt as though he had been pardoned. He rolled and crawled out of the room.

Zhou Dingyun's palm covered the wound on his neck tightly. He ran to the courtyard and panted heavily.

After escaping from death, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth. Evil thoughts arose in his mind again.

"Su Zimo is a scholar after all. He only took the initiative. How capable can he be?"

Zhou Dingyun's eyes were fierce. He could not help but turn around to look.

He saw Su Zimo standing at the door. He was dressed in a green robe and held a foot-long sharp blade in his right hand. His eyes were cold. He looked like a ferocious tiger that was about to devour a man. He was murderous!

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes. He seemed to have seen through Zhou Dingyun's thoughts.

The evil thoughts that arose in Zhou Dingyun's mind disappeared instantly.

Zhou Dingyun did not know how deep the wound on his neck was. He also did not know if Su Zimo had any other tricks up his sleeve. No matter what, he did not want to take any more risks.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

Zhou Dingyun thought as he fled the place in a hurry.