After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness-Chapter 427: The Undead Moth

Tu Xiao and Feng Jiu Si’s faces were pale, their movements swift as lightning, rushing toward Shui Qiu Bai and the others. Behind them, an unending swarm of Undead Moths screeched in pursuit.
“How can there be so many Undead Moths in a place with such thin spiritual energy?!” Tu Xiao shouted angrily, turning his head for a glance that made his scalp tingle. He cursed loudly.
Feng Jiu Si frowned in irritation.
If Tu Xiao hadn’t impulsively set fire to the ravine, none of this would have happened. The Undead Moths wouldn’t have been disturbed, and disaster would have been averted.
Still, it was pointless to argue now. The immediate priority was escaping this forsaken place.
Although the strongest Undead Moth could only reach the Golden Core stage, which posed no real threat to Feng Jiu Si and Tu Xiao, both at the Divine Transformation stage, their uniqueness lay in their suicidal tendencies. Faced with danger, these moths would self-destruct, dragging their enemies down with them.
Moreover, the powder on their bodies acted as an accelerant, amplifying the explosion’s destructive force. Since these moths usually lived in colonies, one self-detonation would trigger a chain reaction, causing the entire swarm to explode.
The sheer number of Undead Moths following them was overwhelming, blanketing the sky. A collective detonation would not only obliterate this abandoned planet but also severely impact Tu Xiao and Feng Jiu Si, the two closest individuals.
This left them with no choice but to flee without retaliation.
Spotting Shui Qiu Bai waving anxiously from the starship, Feng Jiu Si suddenly had an idea. His eyes lit up as if enlightened.
He gestured to Shui Qiu Bai and turned to Tu Xiao. “Have the starship pick us up. Once we’re onboard, close the entrance immediately and leave this place!”
Tu Xiao’s eyes sparkled with newfound hope.
Why hadn’t he thought of the starship?
He hurriedly issued commands to the ship, opening the entrance to let them in.
As the entrance opened, Shui Qiu Bai, Huo Shao Yan, and Yu Zhao quickly boarded the starship. It sped toward Feng Jiu Si and Tu Xiao at full throttle.
“Move!”
Feng Jiu Si and Tu Xiao accelerated in unison. As the starship drew closer, they leaped inside. The entrance sealed shut behind them as the starship ascended.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Undead Moths, losing their targets, sped toward the starship, unleashing a barrage of explosions.
Though crafted by a master and made of the sturdiest materials, the starship sustained visible damage under the relentless assault. The smooth surface was now dented and marred, far removed from its original sleek appearance.
Tu Xiao, the starship’s owner, was heartbroken.
Once the moths were left behind and the ship safely returned to the void of space, Tu Xiao turned his ire toward Yu Zhao, his voice icy and biting. “You wretch! Ever since I met you, it’s been one misfortune after another! My starship is ruined because of you!”
Caught off guard by the sudden outburst, Yu Zhao lowered her head in shame, her face a picture of remorse.
Feng Jiu Si and the others remained silent.
The string of disasters had left them all simmering with frustration. Though they knew Yu Zhao wasn’t at fault, her lowly status among them made her the easiest target for their anger.
Seeing no one intervening, Tu Xiao’s tirade grew harsher, his words increasingly venomous.
Yu Zhao, head bowed, exposed her pale skin, delicate profile, and slender neck, all plainly visible under Tu Xiao’s searing gaze.
The flames of his fury burned even brighter. Unconsciously, his arm raised high.
Before the slap could land, Feng Jiu Si caught Tu Xiao’s wrist, stepping protectively in front of Yu Zhao.
“Enough,” Feng Jiu Si said coolly.
The calm rebuke only fueled Tu Xiao’s anger. Jerking his hand free, he barked, “Feng Jiu Si, whose side are you on?!”
Feng Jiu Si’s sharp eyes swept over Tu Xiao, assessing him coldly.
Tu Xiao glared back, refusing to back down.
“Stop…” Yu Zhao tugged at Feng Jiu Si’s sleeve, her voice trembling yet ingratiating. “This is all my fault. Tu Xiao has every right to scold me. Please don’t argue because of me.”
If Ye Cong Xin were here, she would have chuckled at Yu Zhao’s calculated demeanor—every word of hers was plucked straight from her playbook.
“You wretch, who gave you permission to speak?!” Tu Xiao’s furious snarl contorted his features into something grotesque.
Even Huo Shao Yan, lounging nearby, couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Alright, Tu Xiao, she’s already apologized. Let it go,” he drawled lazily. “The starship might be costly, but it’s not like you can’t afford it.”
Huo Shao Yan was well aware that dragging this out would only make Tu Xiao look petty.
Tu Xiao’s response was venomous. “Easy for you to say! If it’s no big deal, why don’t you pay for the repairs?!”
“Why should I clean up your mess?!” Huo Shao Yan retorted, unimpressed. “If you couldn’t afford to buy a starship, you shouldn’t have gotten one in the first place!”
“You—” Tu Xiao snarled.
Before he could finish, Feng Jiu Si’s hand darted out, gripping Tu Xiao’s wrist again. A domineering surge of Divine Sense pierced into Tu Xiao’s body, silencing him instantly.
Tu Xiao stiffened, turning his head away awkwardly.
Huo Shao Yan observed the exchange, a flicker of familiarity stirring in his mind. Where had he seen this before?
Try as he might, the memory eluded him, leaving an itch he couldn’t scratch.
Meanwhile, Shui Qiu Bai gave Feng Jiu Si a questioning look. Feng Jiu Si shook his head, releasing Tu Xiao’s wrist.
He had found nothing unusual in Tu Xiao’s body. It made sense—Tu Xiao had been trained in array arts from a young age. If he were under the influence of some curse or malicious force, he would have noticed it himself.
Yet, the changes in Tu Xiao’s behavior over the past days were undeniable.
Yu Zhao, observing Feng Jiu Si’s furrowed brow, allowed a faint, almost imperceptible smile to curve her lips.
He would never find anything. She had left no trace.
Rather than a straightforward illusion, Yu Zhao had woven a series of dreams for Tu Xiao—vivid, tantalizing, and deeply intimate.
What Tu Xiao did upon waking was entirely his own choice.
And so far, his responses had not disappointed her.
As for why Yu Zhao was so confident in Tu Xiao’s susceptibility, it stemmed from a simple truth: people like Tu Xiao thrived on indulgence. Born into privilege, accustomed to getting everything they wanted, they sought ever greater thrills to stave off boredom.
Gambling was one such thrill. But now, something far more stimulating had entered his life.
Resisting temptation? Maintaining inner peace?
The answer was clear: he could not.
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