The three old monsters, who had been renowned across the Jianghu over a hundred years ago, had two of them dead in a short time, and the remaining one was heavily poisoned, barely holding on, fearing he wouldn’t last much longer.

"One Yang Finger."

Yuan Kong merged his fingers into a blade, and at the moment when Jiang Ruoqing stabbed over, he managed to break her longsword. But before he could take the opportunity to attack, he heard a shocking wind-breaking sound beside him, making his heart shiver. Regardless of the nearby Jiang Ruoqing, he hurriedly used the Golden Bell Shield.

"Clang!"

The crisp sound of metal echoed through the Treasure Vault. A long spear stabbed onto the Golden Bell’s phantom, the person was Old He, seeing that the battle on Prince Zhen Nan’s side was resolved, there was no need to worry about the rear, and on Jiang Ruoqing’s side there was still a fierce fight, he quickly flew up to assist.

"Ha." Jiang Ruoqing let out a light shout, also striking the Golden Bell’s phantom with a palm. Yuan Kong, who was struggling to hold on, sought help, glancing sideways, only to see Ouyangzi and Fan Yanglou were already dead. His expression changed drastically, his breathing faltered.

With a "bang," the Golden Bell Shield shattered upon the impact, Jiang Ruoqing and Old He’s attacks simultaneously hit Yuan Kong, his Protective True Qi was torn apart in an instant, sending him flying backward, crushing a wooden shelf not far behind that held Martial Arts and Techniques Scrolls.

Clatter —

Blugh —

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.

"Please wait!" Seeing Jiang Ruoqing flying over to stab him, Yuan Kong quickly shouted to stop and beg for mercy: "Buddha said, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, benefactor, spare this poor monk, in the future, there will be boundless merit."

"Die." Jiang Ruoqing did not stop, her eyes filled with murderous intent. Her great vengeance was about to be avenged; how could she stop her hand? She couldn’t help but let out a word, wanting to experience the feeling of revenge fulfilled.

But just as she spoke the word, an exotic fragrance entered her body through her nose and mouth. Having battled for a long time, her internal True Qi was nearly depleted, unable to resist this fragrance, she felt somewhat drowsy.

Yuan Kong seized the opportunity, a Dragon Capturing Hand, reaching forward to grab Jiang Ruoqing, but his hands were severed by Chen Mo who arrived later. Then, Chen Mo kicked him flying to avoid the sprayed blood from splashing on Ruoqing’s face, and then he caught the falling Jiang Ruoqing.

"Ah..." Yuan Kong let out a hysterical scream, losing a lot of blood. His body withered and aged, his previously benevolent face turned sallow, his eye sockets sunken, veins protruded on his face, looking like a lecherous and chubby old man.

"Prince, catch." Old He threw the antidote to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo caught it, took one out, and fed it to Jiang Ruoqing.

On the other side, Ji Xi’Er woke up slowly, seeing Zhengtian Mountain, she immediately shouted, but because her mute acupoint was sealed, she kept making "woo woo" sounds from her mouth, wanting to rush up to check Zhengtian Mountain’s condition, but was stopped by Wu Xin’Er.

"What’s happening here?" Noticing this, Chen Mo was puzzled.

"Pfft..." In the end, Zhengtian Mountain could not hold on, spitting out a mouthful of poisonous blood. Seeing Ji Xi’Er awake, Zhengtian Mountain with his last breath said:

"Your Highness, it’s this old minister’s uselessness, letting down the King’s... and your Highness’s expectations; this old minister will go first..."

The words were not finished before he passed away.

"Woo woo..." Ji Xi’Er, breaking from Wu Xin’Er’s restraint, rushed over, holding Zhengtian Mountain as he fell to the ground, her eyes red, crying uncontrollably again.

The last person in this world who was good to her was gone too.

"I want to kill you..."

Ji Xi’Er, in a frenzy, rushed towards Chen Mo, but she was making "woo woo" sounds from her mouth. Just when she reached Chen Mo, she was knocked unconscious by one of his hand chops, saying, "All of this you brought upon yourself; I gave you a chance."

His women were Chen Mo’s reverse scale; Ji Xi’Er repeatedly caused trouble for herself, even sending assassins after his women, which was utterly unforgivable.

Thus Chen Mo decided she would live a fate worse than death, training her to become his own...

Even so, she still learned no lesson.

If Chen Mo guessed correctly, this Zhengtian Mountain should be the person Ji Xi’Er referred to as that lord.

After finishing, Chen Mo also took out an antidote and consumed it.

At this moment, Jiang Ruoqing also woke up, seeing Chen Mo holding her, a trace of shame appeared on her face. If it weren’t for him, she would have fallen into Yuan Kong’s trap just now.

"Go, personally avenge your enemy." Chen Mo handed Tianwen to Jiang Ruoqing.

Jiang Ruoqing, holding Tianwen, step by step walked towards the wailing Yuan Kong.

In her mind, the cases Yuan Kong committed flashed one by one, each step judged his crimes.

"Twelve years ago, the Taoist nun from Cyan Ping Mountain."

"Twelve years ago, the widow of the Qi Family at the foot of Cyan Ping Mountain."

"Ten years ago..."

...

"Two months ago, the new bride of Liu Xuan in Yangdu, the one hundred eighteen people of the Liu Family."

Listening to Jiang Ruoqing denouncing his charges, Yuan Kong’s eyes jolted, wondering how she knew, some were even clearer to her than he himself did. He wanted to deny them, but the Poison King on the side added fuel to the fire, saying it was he who committed the massacre of the one hundred eighteen members of the Liu Family.

"Each case is one too many, your sins are beyond forgiveness." Jiang Ruoqing said angrily.

Seeing no hope of redemption, Yuan Kong looked at her raising the Black Sword, as if speaking of achievements before death.

Saying he remembered clearly about the Taoist nun from Cyan Ping Mountain twelve years ago, her beauty was mourner and touchable, he was infatuated upon seeing her, wanting to take her as his Tripod Furnace to extract from.

But she escaped after wounding him severely, the cooked duck flew away. Filled with anger, he vented his beastly desires on a farmer’s wife at the foot of the mountain, even detailing the events out.

Jiang Ruoqing couldn’t bear it anymore; not waiting for him to finish, she grabbed a longsword from the weapon rack beside and slashed down Yuan Kong’s head, blood splattering everywhere.

The reason for changing swords midway was not to taint her husband’s sword with his blood.

"Killing him is for the best. A person like him isn’t worth sparing even if he died ten thousand times." Poison King flattered Jiang Ruoqing.

In the entire Treasure Vault, only Chen Mo’s group of five and the Poison King were left alive.

The Poison King was desperately seeking to survive.

"The events today, this Prince wishes that no one other than us present here learns of them; otherwise, you know the consequences." Chen Mo glanced at the Poison King. Although this man was unscrupulous to survive, seeing he helped at the last moment, Chen Mo spared his life.

Seeing Prince Zhen Nan letting him off, the Poison King was instantly grateful, "Small one understands, small one understands, if anyone else learns of what happened here, I will kill myself to apologize without you needing to act."

"Get lost."

"Yes, getting lost immediately." The Poison King rolled away to the door of the Treasure Vault and after the Profound Water Snake outside let out a hiss, the Poison King rolled back in, pitifully saying, "Prince Zhen Nan, that snake..."