Chapter 109: Father and Daughter Skewered
“Ugh!”
Originally still calm and obediently holding Ning Zhuo’s hand, Ning Ruirui suddenly felt her chest tighten, as if someone was gripping her heart with an iron fist, cutting off the blood flow to her entire body.
Ning Ruirui was just an ordinary girl with no cultivation whatsoever.
Caught off guard by such a situation, her body immediately went weak, and she collapsed onto the ground.
The little hand Ning Zhuo had been holding suddenly slipped away.
“Ruirui, what’s wrong?”
Ning Zhuo turned his head, thinking his daughter was only a little restless, intending to comfort her.
But when he turned, Ning Zhuo was shocked. He saw Ning Ruirui lying on the ground, clutching her chest in pain, her face twisted in agony:
“Father, father…”
Ning Zhuo panicked, no longer caring about anything else, crouching beside Ning Ruirui in a fluster:
“Ruirui, what’s wrong? Don’t scare your father! Are you feeling unwell? Why are you pressing your heart? Is something wrong with your heart?”
But the overwhelming sensation of her heart stopping left Ruirui too weak to utter another word.
Her strange state also drew the attention of the warehouse guard, Chu Huai. He frowned and crouched down:
“Brother Ning Zhuo, I know a little medicine, let me check.”
Ning Zhuo quickly gave him space. After all, Chu Huai was Earth Rank, and far more likely than himself to figure out what was happening to Ruirui.
Ning Zhuo’s face was filled with anxiety. His daughter had always been healthy, with no illness, and hereditary diseases were out of the question.
But why, at this moment, did her heart suddenly fail?
A shadow loomed over Ning Zhuo’s thoughts, but his love for his daughter left him unable to think clearly.
Chu Huai, kneeling beside Ning Ruirui, placed his fingers on her wrist, carefully feeling her pulse.
He frowned deeply:
“Ruirui’s pulse is extremely chaotic. This is different from a normal heart condition. Her heart is still trying to beat, but it’s being restrained by some strange force, preventing it from functioning properly.”
Hearing Chu Huai’s words, Ning Zhuo’s expression changed.
“Restrained”?
Her heart was “restrained”?
Why did this word feel so familiar, as if he had encountered it before?
Even… as if he had personally experienced it.
At that moment, Ning Zhuo felt something stir within his body—something that had been entwined around him suddenly slipped away.
His face paled.
The Anaconda demon!
He realized now what this strange sensation was!
That demon had made him feel “restrained” more than once before—whether on the cargo ship or in his own home!
And with Mo Lin’s sudden movement, how could Ning Zhuo fail to realize that his daughter’s heart failure was Mo Lin’s doing?
But his daughter was just a defenseless little girl. What use was stopping her heart to Mo Lin?
The next second, Ning Zhuo’s gaze shifted to Chu Huai, who was still focused on examining Ruirui. His pupils shrank sharply!
Mo Lin’s real target wasn’t his daughter—it was Chu Huai!
“……”
Ning Zhuo’s mouth opened, but no words came out. He didn’t even have time to speak.
Mo Lin, long prepared, suddenly struck. The “Spatial Imprisonment” that had been locking Ruirui’s heart instantly shifted to Chu Huai, freezing him in place.
“!”
A chill raced up Chu Huai’s spine. He instinctively tried to leap forward—
But suddenly, his body felt as if it had slumbered for a hundred years, stiff to the point of terror, unable even to perform the simple motion of lunging forward.
What was happening?
The next instant, a tail burst through his chest with a wet “squelch.”
Chu Huai could only watch in horror as the seemingly soft, yet incredibly tough tail pierced through his chest. He struggled to turn his head, disbelief filling his eyes:
“Brother… Ning Zhuo?”
“……”
Ning Zhuo opened his mouth, but had no answer.
Once Mo Lin struck, there was no chance for Chu Huai to fight back.
The tail, crackling with a “Lightning Orb,” pierced Chu Huai’s chest and churned wildly inside, shredding his organs.
Chu Huai, a dignified Earth Rank Lower, had no time to react under Mo Lin’s scheme—slaughtered outright.
Mo Lin withdrew his tail, his body expanding back to its original size:
“Hah, being at my full size is always the most comfortable. The grass snake form has its uses, but it always feels like a suffocating restraint.”
Mo Lin swallowed Chu Huai in one bite, savoring as the corpse dissolved, then picked up the fallen Demonic Core and clenched it between his jaws.
“Well done. With you two around, you’ve truly been a great help.”
Mo Lin cast a glance of approval at Ning Zhuo and the still-gasping Ning Ruirui.
Ning Zhuo clenched his teeth:
“That wasn’t part of the plan you told me! You’ve killed Chu Huai—are you trying to make us hunted down by the entire Chamber of Commerce?!”
He lifted his daughter, her heart no longer under Mo Lin’s “Imprisonment,” and her life no longer in danger.
But she was still just a child. She panted frantically, struggling to recover.
Ning Zhuo tenderly rubbed her head, then glared at Mo Lin with hatred boiling in his heart.
His daughter—he could barely stand to let her go hungry. And this Anaconda demon dared to nearly crush her heart.
If Chu Huai hadn’t stepped in with compassion to examine her pulse, but instead had coldly stood aside, wouldn’t Mo Lin have crushed her heart completely, turning “life-threatening danger” into “true death”?!
If he could, Ning Zhuo would gladly stake his life just to tear off one of Mo Lin’s scales, to let the serpent taste what “heart-piercing pain” meant.
But he couldn’t. Because Ruirui was still alive, right beside him.
He was no match for Mo Lin. If he lashed out in blind rage, he would only drag Ruirui down with him.
So even if he had to watch Mo Lin harm his daughter with his own eyes, Ning Zhuo could not seek vengeance.
Mo Lin, of course, saw the hatred in his eyes and the reason for his restraint.
But Mo Lin didn’t care.
He had slain even Earth Rank beings—what was a mere Profound Rank to him?
Still, one thing bothered Mo Lin: Ning Zhuo knew nearly all of his techniques.
“Shrinking,” “Lightning Orb,” “Flight,” “Spatial Imprisonment”—Ning Zhuo had witnessed them all. He had also personally seen Mo Lin steal Demonic Cores and drain the Earth Vein Yin Marrow.
Leaving him alive was undoubtedly a risk.
Mo Lin glanced at the father and daughter sitting on the ground.
A flash of murderous ferocity crossed his eyes.
Cutting grass without pulling the roots only lets it regrow in spring.
If killing one Chu Huai was killing, then killing two more was the same.
The moment the killing intent arose, the world seemed boundless. Mo Lin’s tail whipped.
“Slash!”
“Ugh…”
Ning Zhuo, who had just managed to bury his killing intent, felt a sharp pain in his chest.
“Father…”
Looking down, he saw a black-scaled tail piercing through both his and his daughter’s chests, skewering them together.
Ning Ruirui, still pale and weak from before, looked at him with blood dripping from her lips.
“Anaconda demon… you…”
Ning Zhuo raised his head in disbelief, staring at the towering, dozens-of-meters-tall Mo Lin, whose cold eyes glinted mercilessly.
He seemed about to say something—
But with a flick of his tail, Mo Lin sent them both flying into the air, then opened his jaws and swallowed them whole, refining them instantly.