Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 59: Be My Slave

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Be My Slave

Sword King Mansion nowadays is truly perilous; those spies planted by Prince Liu Mansion have all been eliminated by Chu Feng.

The most active, such as Chief Luo and others, have all met King Yan.

Upon a detailed investigation, the deaths of these people all have either a direct or indirect connection with Chu Feng, the ’waste’ of the Sword King Mansion.

"Open your mouth!"

Chu Feng commanded.

Killing all the spies was certainly not a good thing. After the death of Chief Luo, among the remaining servants in Sword King Mansion, only Ah-Chang was somewhat appreciated by Prince Liu Mansion.

Keeping Ah-Chang to provide some wrong intelligence to Prince Liu Mansion could also be a good strategy.

Struggling, Ah-Chang opened his mouth, and Chu Feng took out a Detoxification Pill and flicked it into his mouth.

"Use realgar mixed with wine, soak in the bath for over two hours, and you will recover!"

Chu Feng left these words behind and walked towards the mansion’s exit.

Having concocted four Puppet Elixirs, which are indeed valuable, he needed to find a way to sell them or make a powerful expert consume them to maximize benefits.

Keeping them forever serves no purpose.

Chu Feng had considered deceiving the Black-clothed woman to take one, but this thought was fleeting.

After all, she saved his second sister’s life, and to repay kindness with enmity would be too much.

Moreover, the Black-clothed woman was not easy to deal with, fiery in temperament; if she ever unmasked Chu Feng’s tricks, she might desperately fight him to the death.

At that point, if it became known that she, an assassin from the Imperial Palace, was being sheltered by the Sword King Mansion, the only outcome for Sword King Mansion would be destruction.

Shortly after leaving the Sword King Mansion, Chu Feng sensed someone sneakily following behind him.

"Last time I killed a Luo Mao, this time another one comes to seek death; let’s see who it is!" Chu Feng immediately quickened his pace, heading towards a narrow alley, using the same tactic he knew was effective once and would be useful again.

Surprisingly, just as he turned into the alley, the person behind urgently chased after him.

"Prince Chu Feng, please stop!"

The person behind was completely wrapped up, voice raspy, with only two red eyes exposed.

Luckily it was daylight, for if it had been night, it would have been too terrifying.

It certainly would have made people think they had encountered a fierce ghost.

"Are you Mo Shang?"

Chu Feng’s hands were clasped behind his back, an Abnormal Fire manifesting in his palm. As the robed follower neared, he smelled the rotten smell emanating from him.

There was no need to guess, he knew who this person was.

Only Mo Shang from Prince Liu Mansion could leap tens of meters in a single step, possessing such formidable strength.

"Save me!"

Mo Shang stepped forward, instantly closing the distance to Chu Feng.

In terms of strength, Chu Feng was far inferior to Mo Shang. This man was almost at the Great Sword Master Level.

Finally, he had come seeking him.

"You must have mistaken the person!" Chu Feng intentionally tested his adversary’s reality.

"To undo the bell, the ringer must be found, these were indeed words once personally spoken by Prince Chu Feng. The only thing I regret is underestimating you,"

"Unexpectedly, the Third Prince of the Sword King Mansion, most looked down upon, possesses such unfathomable alchemy skills. Not to mention other things, just this itchy poison alone, no one can solve."

"Across the entire Royal Capital, I sought every formidable Pill Master, tried countless methods, but all in vain."

The wisdom of Mo Shang is indeed devilish.

When he discovered the poison he contracted, and that no Pill Master in the Royal Capital could cure it, he did not despair. Instead, he was shocked and horrified.

He even guessed that the poison might be the work of Chu Feng.

After all, the spies placed in the Sword King Mansion by Prince Liu Mansion had all contracted this incurable strange disease.

"Saying that he was bitten by a louse, I wouldn’t believe it even if he beats me to death."

"Manager Mo, you overestimate me! I am just someone whose sword meridians have been taken away, a worthless and inept waste. I’m afraid I can’t help with your poison!" The soul of Chu Feng was that of the Alchemy Venerate who had lived for countless years.

For Mo Shang to play games with Chu Feng was purely masochistic.

As long as Mo Shang does not make a real commitment, Chu Feng will absolutely not make a move.

"Today, you have to save, whether you want to save or not!"

"You better not force me to act! Even a cornered rabbit will bite! I, an old man wanting to survive, am capable of doing anything."

Mo Shang’s eyes bulged red with killing intent as he glared at Chu Feng.

At his fingertips, there were exactly five Sword Qi, flickering uncertainly.

Having several Sword Qi meant having cleared several sword meridians.

Some people are naturally born with only three sword meridians and no matter how much they cultivate, they can only have three Sword Qi.

Those who possess five Sword Qi typically are the ones with the Five Elements Sword Veins.

This is already considered a very exceptional talent in the Sword Dao.

At the very least, there is hope to contend for the title of Sword Saint.

"I don’t care, just go ahead and make your move!" Chu Feng said indifferently, with a cold smile. "Last time at my Sword King Mansion you only showed three Sword Qi, but I didn’t expect you actually cultivated five. You really hid it deep!"

Had he not been desperate and fighting for his life, Mo Shang would probably continue to conceal his true strength.

Mo Shang’s strength is too formidable; if he wants to flee, he simply cannot escape.

However, using Abnormal Fire and dying together should be no issue.

Chu Feng was gambling; he believed Mo Shang was a smart man, showing fierceness merely to intimidate him, forcing him to take action and cure the poison for free.

After spending so much effort and scheming against Mo Shang, why would Chu Feng cure him for free?

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Mo Shang realized that Chu Feng was resigned to death, without any fear.

In the confrontation, Mo Shang soon admitted defeat.

It’s like encountering a strong ant; while we kill it by stepping on it, we also get bitten and poisoned in the process.

Then, it ends in mutual destruction.

Probably no one wants to end mutually destroyed with an ant.

In Mo Shang’s eyes, Chu Feng was just like an ant. If he killed Chu Feng, the Jianyun Dynasty would no longer find anyone capable of curing his poison. He would have to die as well.

So, he never really thought about killing Chu Feng.

At least not until his own poison is cured, he will definitely not kill Chu Feng.

"Name your terms for saving me," Mo Shang, with no other choice, had to compromise.

"Simple! Become my servant!" Chu Feng’s voice was very indifferent, as if he was discussing a trivial matter.

Daring to make the manager of Prince Liu Mansion a servant, and moreover coming from him, the wasted Third Prince of the Sword King Mansion, felt utterly ridiculous.

But indeed, that was exactly the situation at the moment.

"Chu Feng, do not push people too far!" Flames of rage erupted from the top of Mo Shang’s head, his murderous aura fierce, as if the sky and earth were collapsing towards Chu Feng.

"Hmph, you are only useful for now. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even qualify to be my servant." Chu Feng sneered, not at all afraid of Mo Shang’s threats.

What he said was also true, the identity of Niu Baotian was not much less than that of Mo Shang.

As for wanting to become a disciple to Chu Feng, Chu Feng wouldn’t agree to it.

Their eyes clashed, and a new round of psychological warfare began. The result, yet again, was Mo Shang’s defeat.

Even a lowly creature fights for survival, let alone him, Manager Mo.

If he died, his wife, children, relatives, and clan members would all meet a tragic fate.

Mo Shang did not have the luxury of dying, so he could only choose to submit. He bowed his noble head to Chu Feng.