Chapter 112: Falling Off the Cliff, Life and Death Apart

It seemed that Mo Hanshan placed great importance on the Mozi Token. Could it be that his true objective this time was to seize the Mozi Token? And Meng Tianluo was merely a pawn he was using?

As Shen Qianmo pondered this, she gradually retreated under Mo Hanshan's relentless pursuit. But behind her was an abyss thousands of feet deep, shrouded in white mist and bottomless darkness.

With nowhere left to retreat, she stopped and stood firm, speaking calmly: “Mo Hanshan, you were expelled from the Mo Sect over twenty years ago. What use do you have for the Mozi Token now?”

“No need for Concubine Xuan to worry about that. Just hand over the Mozi Token, and I guarantee your safe departure from Snow Ridge.” When he uttered the last sentence, Mo Hanshan’s voice darkened, lowering it as if to keep others from overhearing.

Could it be that the Mozi Token contained some secret she was unaware of?

Just as Shen Qianmo was suspicious, the sound of hurried footsteps approached. She turned to see Meng Tianluo arriving with a squad of armored soldiers.

No wonder Mo Hanshan had spoken so quietly earlier. It seemed Meng Tianluo was unaware of Mo Hanshan’s quest for the Mozi Token.

Upon seeing Shen Qianmo, Meng Tianluo strode forward a few steps, his expression cold and sharp. “Miss Shen, you’re quite the runner. What about that persistent Yun Yi? Did he really abandon you and flee alone?”

Meng Tianluo’s close proximity brought a fierce aura that made Shen Qianmo instinctively shift her feet, contemplating a half-step backward.

But at that moment, a sharp cracking sound came from beneath her feet.

Her heart sank. That had to be the sound of stones fracturing beneath her.

Just as she tried to shift her weight, an even worse incident occurred.

The adjacent stones all loosened and shattered.

Snow atop the stones cascaded down the cliff like a white torrent.

The change happened too fast. She had no time to escape and fell backward towards the edge of the cliff.

Meng Tianluo, seeing her fall, was shocked. Instinctively, he reached out to catch her.

But he was a step too late—his hand only grasped a torn piece of her blue garment.

With a tearing sound, Shen Qianmo, like a broken-winged swan, plummeted down the abyss.

Meng Tianluo knelt at the cliff’s edge, hand outstretched, but all he caught was empty air.

Helpless, he watched Shen Qianmo’s figure grow smaller and smaller in the distance.

“Shen Qianmo…” he murmured.

Do you really hate me so much? Even in death, you must stab me in the heart?

At that moment, a piercing scream tore through the peak of Snow Ridge.

“Mo’er!”

The world was white with thick mist, the wind howling fiercely. Shen Qianmo did not know how deep the cliff was. She only felt her body falling rapidly.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar shout like thunder ripping through the sky.

“Mo’er!”

It was Ah Heng’s voice!

Had he come? He, who was only supposed to arrive after dark, had come earlier than expected?

But this time, they would never meet.

She recalled Lou Xinyue holding the exquisite Blood Jade, her words dripping with blood-curdling curses:

In this life and all eternity, neither he nor Meng Yuanheng can be together.

Was this the moment the curse was fulfilled?

“Ah Heng, live well!” she shouted with all her remaining strength, then slowly closed her eyes.

Tears slid down her cheeks, carried away by the wind, blending into the endless mist and vanishing into the vast world.

Meng Yuanheng had arrived!

Meng Tianluo shuddered upon hearing his voice. If Meng Yuanheng knew that Shen Qianmo had fallen from the cliff because of him, he would surely die a miserable death.

Still clutching the bloodied dagger embedded in his chest, he staggered to his feet. The armored soldiers behind him rushed forward to support him.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

Meng Tianluo ignored everyone, glaring fiercely at Mo Hanshan, his face pale and grim as he shouted angrily, “Leader Mo, I did not want this woman dead. Why did you take it upon yourself to tamper with those stones and put her in mortal danger?”

Mo Hanshan’s expression twisted into a sinister sneer. “Prince Luo, surely you’re not really infatuated with this woman? She’s long been Concubine Xuan’s. But since you’re so reluctant to let her go, I might as well grant your wish and send you both straight to the Yellow Springs. How about that?”

Meng Tianluo’s face instantly darkened. “What do you mean, Mo Hanshan?”

“Just what I said.” Mo Hanshan smiled coldly and motioned to the nearby Shadowless Sect assassins.

“Attack.”

“Yes.” The black-clad killers moved instantly.

The Shadowless Sect assassins were all highly skilled. The armored soldiers were no match and soon fell, all dead in the snow.

Mo Hanshan closed in on the panicked Meng Tianluo, his fierce eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

“Prince Luo, such a pity. The kingdom and beauty… it seems you’re not destined to enjoy them. Better to leave them to someone more capable, ha ha…”

Hearing this, Meng Tianluo suddenly understood with a flash of insight. “Killing me gains you nothing. Who exactly are you serving?”

“Hmph, you’re not the only one vying for that position. But you’re already dying, so it’s useless to know. Prince Luo, may your journey on the road to the Yellow Springs be smooth.”

As Mo Hanshan finished speaking, he grabbed the dagger still lodged in Meng Tianluo’s chest and thrust it deeper.

Meng Tianluo’s body slowly collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his chest until it soaked the delicate surgical blade.

His eyes remained wide open, his handsome features filled with unwillingness. After all the years of scheming and plotting, to end like this—how could he accept it?

But what use was unwillingness? Life drained away by the second, and he already sensed the call of death.

“Mo Hanshan…” he glared fiercely at the man who had caused him to lose everything, barely able to utter the three words before closing his eyes.

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