Immortal Mortal

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Mortal Roots

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

Mo Wuji calmly told Hu Fei, "I am still part of the Northern Qin Prefecture royal clan. Even though I did not manage to succeed the throne, I still have my aristocratic title. Do you dare hurt a noble like me? Hu Fei, I’m warning you, even tearing your body from limb to limb by five horses or cutting you up into a thousand pieces would be too light a punishment for you.”

Hu Fei startled as he realised that even the weakened duke like him still belonged to the royal clan and that he was not someone a lowly personnel like Hu Fei could mess with.

Whether or not Mo Wuji was still considered to be part of the royal clan was not for someone like Hu Fei to find out. However Mo Wuji was right in stating that if someone were to hurt a noble, punishment such as tearing the body from limb to limb by 5 horses would indeed be going easy on the offender.

Hu Fei realised the consequence of hurting a noble and quickly responded, “My King, I am just joking with you, I would never dare to lay a finger on you.”

There was no rush to get rid of Mo Wuji, Hu Fei had nothing but time on his side to do a thorough check on whether Mo Wuji’s title was still valid.

Mo Wuji calmly walked over to Hu Fei and took the knife from his hand.

“What a good knife…” Mo Wuji knew this knife was exceptionally sharp the moment he got his hands on it.

Having let go of the knife in his hands, Hu Fei subconsciously took a few steps back and cautiously observed Mo Wuji.

Yan’Er watched over the two of them nervously. Even though the knife is with Mo Wuji now, Yan’Er still could not help but panic. Having served Mo Wuji for a long time, she clearly knew that Mo Wuji was just a civilian like the rest and no longer held any aristocratic title.

In other words, since Mo Wuji attacked Hu Fei first, even if Hu Fei were to indeed kill Mo Wuji, Hu Fei would at most be punished with a small fine.

Looking at the knife in his hands, Mo Wuji stared at Hu Fei’s eyes and said, “Hu Fei, I am not trying to use my position to threaten you. Even if I am no longer part of the royal clan, my ancestors were once dukes and you would not get away by hurting their descendant. Hurting the descendant of a royal blood, isn’t it equivalent to not showing any form of respect for the Cheng Yu State?”

Mo Wuji gave a cold smirk as he finished his sentence.

Hu Fei kept pondering if Mo Wuji was really part of the royal clan. Because if he was not, Hu Fei was confident of finishing him off even though the knife was with Mo Wuji. Upon hearing what Mo Wuji just said, this thought of his disappeared quickly without a trace and he replied, “My King, a lowly personnel like me was just joking with you earlier.”

Hu Fei also wondered how Mo Wuji’s change in attitude could be so drastic.

“I am no longer the King now, scram before I change my mind,” Mo Wuji kept Hu Fei’s knife in his boot tube.

“Yes, yes Master Mo please take care,” Hu Fei’s heart ache as he watched Mo Wuji keep his knife and walk away.

That knife had always been with Hu Fei and little did he expect someone to take it away from him today. He would be lying if he said his heart did not ache.

“Master, you are no longer…” As Hu Fei left, Yan’Er cautiously walked over and whispered to Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji interrupted and said, “I know, let’s talk when we get back.”