If This Grudge Is Not Avenged, I Am No Man!

Chapter 43: If This Grudge Isn't Avenged, I Swear I'm No Man!

"If you encounter anyone wearing a Daoist robe, kill them on sight without hesitation. As soon as you find one of Fourth Brother's group, immediately regroup with them and head to Qingmu County."

Chen Mo calmly issued orders to the many personal guards before him.

Compared to the new recruits, these personal guards were the true elites, each skilled in horsemanship and archery.

Most importantly, they had been on the battlefield. No matter what situation they faced, even if it was bizarre, they would instinctively kill the enemy first before trying to figure things out.

Unlike the new recruits, who would be scared by even slightly unusual events.

The other two squad leaders took their squads and left. Chen Mo, with the remaining men, began their search across the vast sky.

With more people, their search was naturally faster. In just over half a day, Chen Mo discovered traces of blood on the ground.

Following the bloodstains for about another half an hour, he found a grey-robed Daoist resting against a withered, dead tree not far away.

Seeing someone approach, he hurriedly got up, intending to flee.

Chen Mo understood immediately. This person must be the Daoist that Zhao Yuncheng had encountered earlier.

Not only was the other party severely injured, but more importantly, he had lost his offensive abilities, making him extremely vulnerable.

Without hesitation, he urged his horse forward in pursuit, drawing his bow to shoot.

These Qi Refiners were different from strongmen; their methods were too strange. Even without their most crucial offensive abilities, the talismans they carried could still unleash other effects.

Therefore, Chen Mo had no intention of leaving him alive. It was safer to kill him first.

Unable to speak, the Daoist took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, crushed it, and a layer of earthy yellow light screen appeared around him.

Chen Mo's arrow struck the light screen, and it visibly dimmed.

The other personal guards also caught up, all drawing their bows to shoot.

In just an instant, the earthy yellow light screen shattered, and several arrows instantly pierced the Daoist.

Chen Mo dismounted and, holding his spear, delivered two more thrusts to ensure the man was dead.

He then rummaged through the body. Compared to the Qi Refiners he had killed before, this person could be considered quite poor.

There were no medicinal pills, and he only had one talisman left on him.

Even his money pouch only contained a little over twenty taels of silver. Chen Mo took ten taels, and the rest was distributed among the other personal guards.

Chen Mo and his men each had two horses this time, enough to carry sufficient supplies.

The Qi Refiner's body was also tied to a horse and taken away first to be dealt with later.

After searching for another half a day, Chen Mo finally found Mo Hu and his group.

"Fifth Brother," Chen Mo called out loudly, spurring his horse to rush to his side.

Mo Hu's expression was numb and vacant, showing neither sadness nor happiness.

"What's wrong?" Chen Mo dismounted and asked. Immediately, his own expression quickly turned gloomy and somber.

Mo Dao's corpse lay quietly on the carriage, with a wound nearly two inches wide and a foot long across his chest and abdomen, piercing through his entire body.

No matter who it was, such a wound clearly meant there was no chance of survival.

"Those Du Tian Dao Sect people did this!" Chen Mo's face was as dark as water, his voice filled with anger.

Mo Dao wasn't talkative, but he had always taken good care of Chen Mo.

Ever since Chen Mo joined the personal guard camp, whether it was archery and spear techniques, or later when he was studying the Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist and had questions, As long as he asked Mo Dao, Chen Mo would always receive concise guidance.

Not to mention that when he managed to fulfill his promise and redeem Zhao Yu, Mo Dao had accompanied him back and forth.

Although they weren't blood brothers, Mo Dao had always done his best to look after him.

But now he was dead, killed by someone!

Chen Mo felt a stone pressing down in his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"On our way back, we encountered a purple-robed Daoist. He was very powerful. My brother lost his life saving me!" Mo Hu's eyes were numb, but when he spoke of this matter, a trace of hatred appeared.

"What about that purple-robed Daoist? Is he still alive?" Chen Mo pressed.

"He escaped. It's been a full day, and we can't catch up now." Mo Hu understood Chen Mo's intention; he wanted to avenge his brother.

But he knew better. It was impossible to catch up to that purple-robed Daoist now. Even if they did, with their strength, they might not be his match.

"If this grudge isn't avenged, I swear I'm no man!" Mo Hu said with extreme hatred and killing intent.

Mo Dao's death had already made Chen Mo grieve, let alone these two being brothers, and Mo Dao dying to save him.

His hatred was naturally far greater than Chen Mo's.

Before, he hadn't recovered from the shock of his brother's death, even daring not to believe that his brother was already dead.

Now, as he gradually came to his senses, his heart was filled only with boundless hatred and the desire for revenge.

"I'll help you," Chen Mo blurted out without the slightest hesitation.

Mo Dao was his sworn brother and had always treated him very well. For all reasons, Chen Mo had to help him get revenge.

"That purple-robed Daoist actually dared to assassinate an imperial official! We'll report this matter to the court and request them to issue a wanted notice."

Chen Mo continued, "Of course, we'll get revenge, but it doesn't necessarily have to be by our own hands."

Their goal was for the purple-robed Daoist to die. If they could do it themselves, it would be more satisfying, but it was fine if they couldn't.

According to Mo Hu's description, that Daoist was quite powerful, and it wouldn't be easy for just the two of them to get revenge.

Moreover, the world was too vast. If the purple-robed Daoist went into hiding, finding him with just their strength would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

The imperial court would definitely investigate this matter and wouldn't let it go.

Assassinating an imperial official, regardless of the reason, was a capital offense of the highest degree.

If the Daoist had a license and was a member of the clergy, then only the Daoist temple they belonged to would be punished.

If they didn't have a license, then their entire clan would be punished.

Even if this person was a powerful Qi cultivator, the Du Tian Dao Sect was not under the jurisdiction of the imperial court.

In such a situation, if that Qi cultivator killed an imperial official, the stronger they were, the faster they would die.

The imperial court would not allow such a person to continue living. Otherwise, if everyone followed suit, the world would fall into chaos even if it wasn't already.

Mo Hu nodded lightly. This was indeed the best method.

He naturally wanted revenge, but he wasn't an idiot. Revenge was important, but his own life was naturally more important.

"Let's leave for now. We'll figure out how to collect Fourth Brother's body once we're out," Chen Mo said as he took out his own clothes and covered Mo Dao's body.

"Mm," Mo Hu nodded. Seeing Chen Mo's actions, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

The group immediately left at full speed, bringing back the body of the new recruit from earlier on their way back.

As comrades, they would do their best to ensure their fellow soldiers could return to their roots when conditions allowed.

They did this also in the hope that one day, when they themselves died in battle, their comrades would bring their remains back to their hometown for burial.

After safely leaving Qing Province, the two groups Chen Mo had sent out had also returned.

These two groups had gone to find General Sun's nephew. One group returned completely unharmed; they had not encountered any demonic beings.

They had even discovered traces of bandits. The area they had scouted showed signs of a passing contingent, roughly estimated to be a hundred-man unit.

Near the traces of this passing contingent, Qi cultivators from the Du Tian Sect had appeared.

It was hard to say that there was no connection between these two events.

The other group, however, only returned with bodies. Everyone had been killed with a single throat-slitting blow, and General Sun's nephew's hands had been severed.

"Let's return to Qingmu County to rest. We'll figure out how to send the brothers' bodies back to their hometowns for burial there," Chen Mo ordered everyone. Since he had received instructions from General Sun, he was now the sole person in charge.

Everyone obeyed and rode their horses and carriages straight to Qingmu County.