Chapter 72: You Must Die
He looked as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world, his smile wild and unrestrained.
"You? So what if you’re from the Xixiang Chu Family? My Tang Family nearly wiped out the Chu Family back in the day. You’re nothing but a leftover remnant," Tang Mu said gloatingly.
"Be as arrogant as you want. You don’t have long to live," Chu Feng said coldly, looking at him as if he were already a dead man.
"Hahaha, I’ve been arrogant for twenty years. What, you have a problem with it?" Tang Mu retorted, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"It seems you truly aren’t afraid to die." Chu Feng’s voice grew even colder.
Tang Mu raised his hand and with a wave, a cloud of gray mist instantly billowed toward Chu Feng.
"You’re the one who’s going to die. This poison is incurable. Enjoy what’s left of your time," Tang Mu said with a smirk, then rose and walked out.
He left Chu Feng and the other two in the office, not bothering to finish the job himself.
In his mind, he had already administered the poison. Chu Feng’s family of three was doomed, so there was no need to get his own hands dirty.
Chu Feng remained crouched on the floor, simply watching the man leave without trying to stop him.
Because Tang Mu was a dead man walking, and Chu Feng himself would gain a hefty amount of Merit Points. Besides, this poison was utterly harmless to him.
’After all, I’m the one with the Immortal Dao Inheritance. Why would I be afraid of a little poison?’
The Spiritual Power in his body stirred slightly, and the poison vanished in an instant.
Just then, Su Linsheng and Su Miaoke, who were on the floor, began to come around.
However, both of them were still a bit weak.
"My dear son-in-law, you saved me." Su Linsheng gripped Chu Feng’s hand tightly, his expression overwhelmed with emotion.
A moment ago, Su Linsheng had been certain he was about to die. He never expected Chu Feng to appear at such a critical moment.
If Chu Feng hadn’t neutralized the poison in their bodies, they would likely be dead by now.
This was the second time Chu Feng had saved his life.
The moment Su Miaoke saw Chu Feng, she threw her arms around him, her eyes welling with tears.
"Honey, I thought I’d never see you again," Su Miaoke sobbed.
Chu Feng immediately comforted her. "There, there, it’s okay now. I’m here."
Su Linsheng got to his feet, ready to make a call.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Chu Feng asked.
"I’m calling the Inspection Bureau to have them arrest that bastard. How dare he attack us in my own company!" Su Linsheng couldn’t let this go.
"Dad, don’t bother. That guy won’t live long, and he’s from the Tang Family. Calling the Inspection Bureau won’t solve anything," Chu Feng said.
Su Linsheng sighed helplessly. Deep down, he knew all too well that the man was from the Tang Family and that a call to the Inspection Bureau would be pointless.
But he couldn’t just let it go. It was too much—he had almost died.
"Xiao Feng, from now on, try to avoid any more conflict with them," Su Linsheng urged.
He had a good idea of what happened. Back when Su Miaoke and Chu Feng attended that banquet, Tang Mu’s brother, Tang Lin, had harassed Su Miaoke, and Tang Lin had ended up dead on the spot.
That’s why the Tang Family suspected Chu Feng was behind Tang Lin’s death and had come after them.
"Don’t worry, Dad. I won’t," Chu Feng nodded, but inside, his killing intent had already stirred.
’It was one thing for these bastards to come after me. But to target the people I care about—my wife, my father-in-law, even my parents... I can’t let this stand.’
Su Miaoke was still weak, so Chu Feng placed a hand on her shoulder and channeled Spiritual Power into her, helping her recover quickly.
Feeling the wisps of energy—the Qi Sensing—entering her body, Su Miaoke was stunned. ’Is this True Qi?’
She wanted to ask Chu Feng about it, but with her father present, she held back, not wanting to worry him.
However, Su Miaoke didn’t know that what Chu Feng was channeling into her wasn’t True Qi at all, but something far superior: Spiritual Qi.
In this Dharma Decline Era, Spiritual Qi was practically nonexistent. Chu Feng was just lucky enough to have the inheritance from the God of Wealth, which allowed him to convert Merit Points into Spiritual Power for his Cultivation.
Furthermore, this thing called Merit was something only Chu Feng himself could use.
"Honey, is that man from before really going to die?" Su Miaoke asked curiously.
"Yes. Within three hours, he will be dead. Guaranteed," Chu Feng said with absolute certainty.
He possessed the God of Wealth’s Token, which could punish evildoers and reward the virtuous.
Therefore, once Chu Feng passed judgment, no one could alter the outcome. It was carried out by the Dao itself.
"Good riddance. No one in the Tang Family is any good," Su Miaoke said, her eyes flashing with anger.
This was the second time a member of the Tang Family had poisoned her. Thankfully, Chu Feng had been there for her each time; otherwise, she would have been a goner.
Meanwhile, after leaving the Su Group, Tang Mu was the picture of smug satisfaction, smoking a cigarette as he drove.
As far as he was concerned, Chu Feng’s family was as good as dead.
The poison he’d used was extremely potent; even a legendary healer reborn couldn’t cure it.
Having had a complete falling out with Tang Chuxia, he no longer had to consider her feelings. That was why he could so brazenly go after Chu Feng’s family.
It didn’t matter to him whether Chu Feng had actually killed his brother. If he decided Chu Feng needed to die, then die he would.
Tang Mu paid no mind to Chu Feng’s claim that he would die in three hours. He saw it as nothing but empty words—the powerless roar of a cornered animal.
Back at his villa, he lounged with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar. His left arm was wrapped around a beautiful woman, his hands roaming freely over her.
"Tch. Said I’d be dead in three hours? It’s been three hours already. How come I’m not dead yet?" Tang Mu said with a conceited sneer.
But the moment the words left his mouth...
PUH!
He sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his face turned a deathly purple, as if he were suffocating.
He collapsed to the floor, convulsing, scaring the woman beside him into a fit of screams.
Her screams immediately drew the attention of the other Tang Family disciples.
"Tang Mu, what’s wrong?" the other disciples asked urgently.
But Tang Mu couldn’t speak. He clawed at his own throat, his mouth gasping, his eyes bulging wide as he struggled to form a sound.
"Is he poisoned? Quick, get an Antitoxic Pill!" a disciple exclaimed.
A moment later, someone rushed over with a bottle of Elixir Pills and tried to force one into Tang Mu’s mouth.
However, the Antitoxic Pill wouldn’t go down; it was completely blocked from entering his throat.
"I... I can’t get it in!" the disciple cried out in a panic.
"Is something blocking his throat?" another disciple wondered aloud.
"Quick, we need to perform first aid!"
The Tang Family disciples immediately began performing first aid on Tang Mu, but it was no use.