The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 174: End of Everything

"Big Sister Baili!"

Yun Yanshuang rushed into the courtyard and saw Baili Moxue gravely injured. Her face full of worry, she quickly retrieved a healing pill from her storage pouch and placed it in Baili Moxue’s mouth.

As the pill dissolved, a warm current spread through Baili Moxue’s body, and her pallor finally eased.

"You’re despicable!"

Seeing that Baili Moxue’s condition had stabilized, Yun Yanshuang turned her cold gaze to Baili Moxun, her voice trembling with anger.

"Despicable? She’s the one who’s despicable—daring to give away the fortune so casually!"

Baili Moxun remained unfazed, his icy gaze fixed on his sister, radiating murderous intent.

"I’ll make you pay for what you did to Big Sister Baili!"

Unable to suppress her fury any longer, Yun Yanshuang raised her sword and prepared to strike.

"Shuang’er, take care of Moxue. Let me handle him," Yun Yantian interjected, stepping forward.

His eyes burned with cold fury as they locked onto the man who had dared to harm his fiancée.

"Alright, Brother Yantian. Be careful," Yun Yanshuang said, stepping back. She knew that after inheriting the spear master’s techniques, Yun Yantian’s cultivation now far surpassed her own. Trusting in his strength, she obeyed his command without hesitation.

"So, you’re Yun Yantian? The one who’s supposed to marry my royal sister?"

"Royal sister?" Yun Yantian’s brows furrowed slightly.

"You don’t even know who I am? My name is Baili Moxun, and that woman is my royal sister," Baili Moxun said with a cold sneer.

"If Moxue is your sister, how could you harm her so cruelly?"

"She deserved it! That traitorous dog dared to give away the fortune meant for our family! The fact that I didn’t kill her on the spot is already a mercy!"

Baili Moxun felt no remorse for his actions. To him, Baili Moxue’s decision to give the fortune to an outsider was the ultimate betrayal.

Whoosh!

Before Baili Moxun could react, Yun Yantian moved like a shadow, closing the distance in an instant.

Slap!

A resounding slap echoed through the eerie silence of the ancient temple, so loud it seemed to shake the very air.

The blow knocked several teeth out of Baili Moxun’s mouth, leaving his face swollen and bloody.

It took him a moment to register what had just happened. When he did, his eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "You dare to slap me?!"

"I’m your royal sister’s future husband. To harm her is to disrespect me. To insult her is even worse. So why shouldn’t I slap you?" Yun Yantian replied coolly.

Not satisfied, Yun Yantian followed up with another slap, this time to the other side of Baili Moxun’s face.

"You’re dead!"

Baili Moxun, a prince accustomed to being revered, had never suffered such humiliation. Consumed by rage, he lost all sense of composure.

With a roar, he thrust his spear forward, aiming to pierce Yun Yantian’s chest.

The attack carried an overwhelming momentum, but Yun Yantian sidestepped it with ease. With a quick grab, he caught the spear mid-thrust.

Yanking it back forcefully, Yun Yantian pulled Baili Moxun off balance.

Boom!

Without hesitation, Yun Yantian kicked Baili Moxun squarely in the chest. The impact sent him flying into a crumbling wall, leaving him sprawled on the ground. His spear slipped from his grasp, landing in Yun Yantian’s hand.

"This spear isn’t bad. A waste to let someone like you wield it," Yun Yantian said with a mocking smirk as he examined the weapon. It was of far higher quality than his own black-gold short spear—at least a seventh-grade Yellow-tier spirit weapon.

He twirled the spear casually before stashing it away.

"Give me back my spear!"

Baili Moxun scrambled to his feet from the rubble, his face contorted with rage. Ignoring his injuries, he lunged at Yun Yantian.

Seeing his stubbornness, Yun Yantian prepared to unleash the first move of the Hundred Battles Spear Technique—Piercing the Formation of Thousands—to end it with a single, decisive blow.

"Yantian, don’t!"

Baili Moxue’s voice rang out just as Yun Yantian was about to strike.

Hearing her plea, he halted his attack. Instead, he swung the spear sideways with practiced ease, striking Baili Moxun in the chest.

Crack!

The blow shattered several ribs, sending Baili Moxun tumbling to the ground. He coughed up blood as his body crumpled, unable to move.

His face turned deathly pale, his breath shallow, as he lay in a heap, defeated and humiliated.

"He hurt you, insulted you, and yet you still plead for his life?"

Having easily defeated Baili Moxun, Yun Yantian turned to Baili Moxue, his expression still cold with anger.

"In the end, he is still my father’s son. If you kill him, it will be difficult to explain to my father," Baili Moxue said weakly as Yun Yanshuang helped her to her feet.

"But if your father knows that this ’royal son’ tried to kill you, I doubt he would blame me much," Yun Yantian countered.

"Punishment for him cannot come from you. It must come from my father," Baili Moxue insisted.

"Besides, his mother, the North Palace Consort, has the support of the Chuanyin Lu Clan. I don’t want your Yun Clan to face them head-on just yet."

"If we let him live, he’ll inform his mother sooner or later. The Chuanyin Lu Clan will come for us eventually. It’s better to eliminate the problem now," Yun Yantian replied, his tone resolute.

Baili Moxue hesitated, but before she could say more, Yun Yantian continued, "There’s no need to worry. Whatever consequences arise, I will bear them."

Not giving Baili Moxue a chance to object further, Yun Yantian took another step toward Baili Moxun, his killing intent palpable in the air.

"Yantian..." Baili Moxue began, but Yun Yanshuang interrupted, "Big Sister Baili, leave it to my brother. Someone like that doesn’t deserve your mercy. Even if you spare him, he won’t appreciate it."

"You can’t kill me!" Baili Moxun shouted, panic creeping into his voice as Yun Yantian drew closer. "I’m the prince of noble birth! If you kill me, my father won’t spare you, and my mother and the Chuanyin Lu Clan will destroy your entire Yun Clan!"

Despite his words, Yun Yantian’s expression didn’t waver. Baili Moxun, realizing threats were futile, began to gather what little spiritual energy he could, intending to activate a talisman and escape.

But Yun Yantian was unmoved. Injured and weakened, Baili Moxun could barely muster the strength to resist.

As the inevitability of death loomed, terror consumed him.

"Royal Sister! Please, stop him! You won’t just stand there and let him kill me, will you?" Baili Moxun pleaded, his voice desperate.

Baili Moxue hesitated, a flicker of pity crossing her face, but before she could speak, Yun Yanshuang gripped her arm firmly.

"Big Sister Baili, don’t listen to him. He doesn’t deserve your kindness," Yun Yanshuang said firmly.

"You’re really going to let me die, Baili Moxue? How dare you call yourself my sister! You’re just a venomous woman who feigns kindness while scheming in the shadows!

If I die, my mother and the Chuanyin Lu Clan won’t forgive you. And as for you, Yun Yantian, your entire Yun Clan will pay with their lives!"

As Baili Moxun spat venomous threats, Yun Yantian’s expression turned colder.

"Enough!" he snapped.

Follow curr𝒆nt nov𝒆ls on fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com.

Thud!

With a single thrust, Yun Yantian drove his spear through Baili Moxun’s skull, silencing him forever.

With a flick of his spear, Yun Yantian retrieved Baili Moxun’s storage pouch and ring, claiming them for himself.

"Forgive me. This time, I acted on my own," Yun Yantian said quietly as he approached Baili Moxue.

"It’s fine. Sooner or later, this would have happened. I just worry about your Yun Clan..." Baili Moxue trailed off.

"Big Sister Baili, this is our secret. If none of us speaks of it, who would know my brother killed him?" Yun Yanshuang said with a sly smile.

"You’re too naive," Baili Moxue replied with a bitter smile. "The fact that Baili Moxun found this place proves his mother has her own network of spies.

If Baili Moxun doesn’t return alive, his mother will suspect us immediately."

"Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you," Yun Yantian said, his tone firm and reassuring.

"It’s not myself I’m worried about—it’s your Yun Clan. The North Palace Consort will undoubtedly use the Chuanyin Lu Clan to target you," Baili Moxue said with a sigh.

"No matter. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Worrying now serves no purpose," Yun Yantian replied calmly.

"I hope it doesn’t bring too much trouble to your clan," Baili Moxue murmured.

"You’re injured. I’ll carry you. Let’s leave Wanlong Mountain together with Shuang’er. The fortune has been secured, and the deadline to leave is near," Yun Yantian said.

Baili Moxue hesitated for a moment before nodding. Blushing slightly, she allowed herself to be carried on Yun Yantian’s back.

As she rested against him, an inexplicable sense of safety washed over her.

All the fear and anxiety from before seemed to dissipate, leaving her with a newfound calm.