Chapter 36: The Villain Senior Brother Is About to Turn Dark, the Psychotic Junior Brother Pretends to Be Blind [36]

Chapter 36: The Villain Senior Brother Goes Dark, the Psycho Junior Brother Fakes Being Blind [36]

"No, no, that's not what I meant! I just meant—Big Shot, you're seriously awesome! I'm sticking with you from now on!"

717 realized how that sounded a beat too late and scrambled to explain.

But Bai Yan didn't have time for its rambling and just gave a flat "mm."

Then he shut that train of thought down and ignored 717, who was about to cry in the system space.

When Bai Yan appeared in the great hall holding the little fox, several gazes landed on him at once.

The Demon Sovereign's eyes lit up, like he was relieved someone had finally shown up to break the deadlock—and that this person was on his side.

Before anyone else could react, he let out a few hearty laughs, raised his hand, and waved at Bai Yan, his voice full of excitement.

"A Yan! Get over here! Quick! Help me kill them! Kill these traitors who dare talk back to their master! Kill them now!"

The Demon Sovereign's voice shook, and by the end, he was screaming with barely contained fury. He raised his hand, trembling as he pointed at Mo Yin and Mo Yu.

His demeanor at this moment was somewhat deranged, his eyes tinged with scarlet—clearly pushed over the edge.

Then again, even if he'd only ever seen them as pawns, they still had his blood running through their veins. They were his own flesh and blood.

Years of living together, raising them on purpose, pouring so much time and effort into them.

To say he felt nothing for them would be a straight-up lie.

But in the end, every single one of them wanted him dead—even Mo Yin, the one he trusted most, wanted him gone!

That outburst seemed to have taken everything out of him.

He was slumped on the ground now, hands braced behind him, panting hard. Then another violent coughing fit made him spit up blood.

He still had the handsome face of a young man, but his hair was pure white, hanging loose and caked with blood and dirt—he looked a total mess.

Bai Yan had savored the scene long enough, then turned his gaze to Mo Yin on the other side.

There was someone kneeling in front of Mo Yin who looked kind of familiar—the same guy Bai Yan had seen when he went to find Mo Yin that day.

But Bai Yan didn't bother with him. He traded a look with Mo Yin, then coolly looked away under that deep, unreadable stare.

Under the Demon Sovereign's hopeful gaze, Bai Yan walked over to Mo Yu and Mo Qing.

He stopped in front of them, glancing at the unconscious Mo Yu, then at the helpless Mo Qing.

Mo Qing gritted his teeth, staring at him.

Maybe it was the bloody scene around them, but his eyes had a red tint too, and all the boyish energy from last time was completely gone.

"Please, save my brother."

Mo Qing's voice was painfully hoarse, and his whole demeanor was humble, almost begging.

In the middle of this hellish pile of corpses and blood, Bai Yan stood there in his red robes, holding a white fox, looking completely out of place.

Mo Qing didn't get how things had ended up like this. They'd planned everything so carefully, but somehow it still fell apart.

They'd figured Mo Yin would be their biggest rival for the Demon Sovereign's seat.

But they never expected Mo Yin to hate the Demon Sovereign just as much—enough to make his move right now.

When they'd planned this, they'd thought through every possible outcome. And yeah, this was one of the worst-case scenarios they'd imagined.

But he still couldn't accept it—after all that scheming, for it all to come to nothing!

Tears welled up in Mo Qing's eyes and finally spilled down his cheeks.

His hands clenched into fists, veins popping on the backs.

But looking at his brother lying in his arms, at everything around him, no matter how much he refused to accept it, it was pointless.

Mo Qing looked up at Bai Yan again, reached out, and grabbed the hem of his robe. Bai Yan could feel his hand shaking.

"The herbs you want are at my place. Save him—save my brother—and I'll give them to you. Just save him..."

Mo Qing's tears fell like beads off a snapped string, big drops rolling down and landing on the back of Mo Yu's hand.

Bai Yan was caught off guard for a second. He hadn't dealt with them much, but he knew Mo Qing was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Mo Qing had one of those sweet, obedient faces, especially when he smiled.

And he knew exactly how to use that innocent face—every scheme and hidden agenda tucked away behind that smile.

This was the first time Bai Yan had ever seen Mo Qing lose it like this, crying in front of him just to beg for Mo Yu's life.

Bai Yan was a little curious. He'd figured there was no such thing as family love between these people.

Everyone had their own schemes, their own interests and baggage.

He'd even wondered if Mo Yu and Mo Qing would've turned on each other over the Demon Sovereign's throne if they'd won this round.

Guess that wasn't gonna happen after all...

When Bai Yan didn't react, Mo Qing pulled his hand back. But he still wouldn't give up—he hugged Mo Yu tight and gave a bitter smile.

"Brother, it's all my fault..."

Mo Qing reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of Mo Yu's mouth, his eyes already red. He pressed his face against Mo Yu's and whispered,

"It's all my fault... If I hadn't screwed up the plan, you wouldn't be like this..."

Bai Yan casually tossed a small white jade bottle down. Mo Qing stared at it in a daze as Bai Yan said flatly:

"The gu worm inside allows you to share one life. If you both take it, it can save his life, but your fates will be bound—live and die together, and your cultivation will be completely destroyed."

Bai Yan watched Mo Qing pick up the bottle and start to tip the gu worm out, then added with a faint smile:

"But if only you take it, your wounds will fully heal and your cultivation will come back. You..."

Bai Yan didn't get to finish.

Because he watched Mo Qing, without a single second of hesitation, feed one of the gu worms into Mo Yu's mouth.

Just as he'd expected...

Mo Qing really did care that much about his brother, Mo Yu.

What rare brotherly affection this is...

Bai Yan's dark eyes held an unreadable expression.

Mo Qing felt Mo Yu's breathing gradually steady, but only said quietly,

"My brother only wanted that seat to protect me. He just hoped to give me a better life."

"And yet he was utterly loyal to him—almost the sharpest, most obedient blade in his hand!"

"But that old bastard kept suspecting us, kept fearing us, even went so far as to poison us, and tried to use me to control my brother!"

Mo Qing shot a hateful glare at the Demon Sovereign, almost grinding his teeth as he spoke,

"He thought we knew nothing, but we'd known all along..."

His brother was far more useful than he was, and that old fiend had even resorted to poisoning him just to use him as leverage over his brother.

If his brother hadn't discovered it in time, he would have long been a bedridden invalid!

His brother had said that if they didn't want to stay fish on the chopping block, they had to become the blade that controlled everyone's fate.

From the moment they learned what the Demon Sovereign had done to them, they had begun biding their time.

All for the day they could trample that man underfoot and no longer let others control their fate or their lives!

But now—now none of it mattered.

Not even the Demon Sovereign's seat...

He only wanted his brother—wanted him alive—and that was enough...

Though Mo Qing had lost his cultivation, he'd regained some strength. He didn't want to stay any longer—who knew what else could go wrong if he lingered.

They'd long since prepared an escape route, having planned for failure, and made their arrangements.

Mo Qing lowered his eyes, lifted Mo Yu into his arms, then turned his head slightly toward Bai Yan and spoke softly,

"Thank you."

"I'm taking my brother home... I'll send someone to deliver the Moon Spirit Herb to your palace."

At this point, given the situation,

If he couldn't see who was pulling the strings behind all this, he'd be a fool.

Mo Qing paused, then broke into a smile, his tone sincere,

"A Yan, you're truly remarkable."

Remarkable enough to fool all of them, making them believe he truly had no interest in the Demon Sovereign's seat...

Now they'd ended up like this, still fish on the chopping block, while Bai Yan had become the blade.

Bai Yan didn't stop them from leaving, his lips curved slightly, but he said nothing.

Mo Qing withdrew his gaze, focusing on the person in his arms, his brows and eyes filled with rare tenderness,

"Brother, I'm taking you home..."