The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 330: Borrowing a Knife to Kill!

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

Outside Tianwei Academy, in a luxurious private room of an upscale tavern, Mo Lin was pouring himself drink after drink, his frustration evident with every gulp.

"Young prince, why did you suddenly leave? Just say the word, and our men will immediately crush that brat!"

Yan Chong, Mo Lin’s top lackey, was also a scion of a prominent family in the imperial capital. He was accustomed to causing trouble alongside Mo Lin like engaging in all sorts of nefarious deeds and bullying the weak.

"Rubbish! The Ninth Prince was present. You dare make a move?"

Mo Lin’s brow furrowed deeply. His face was full of resentment as he slammed his fist on the table and took another swig from the wine jug, gulping down large mouthfuls.

"Young prince, drinking like this is bad for your health!" Yan Chong quickly tried to stop Mo Lin before asking, "Young prince, are you saying that the Ninth Prince was inside the library at that time?"

"No shit! If the prince hadn't been there, would I have tolerated such humiliation?"

Mo Lin gritted his teeth in anger. "The Ninth Prince is always so mysterious. To think he appeared at Tianwei Academy this time and is seemingly friends with that rascal!"

Although Mo Lin was indeed of royal blood, he was still only a prince. The Ninth Prince, however, was of the imperial lineage!

The son of the Empire’s Emperor was fundamentally different from descendants of other princes.

The bloodline of a prince was not as pure as the imperial bloodline of the Ninth Prince.

Even if the Ninth Prince disguised himself, the inherent suppression of the secondary bloodline by the primary imperial bloodline was something Mo Lin could never mistake.

"Unbelievable! I, a young prince, was publicly slapped by that little bastard, and I had to swallow my pride. Damn it! Damn it all! That kid deserves to die a thousand times over!"

The more Mo Lin spoke, the angrier he became. Yet, with the Ninth Prince shielding Ling Feng, he had no outlet for his frustration.

"Young prince, to deal with such a lowly commoner, there's no need for you to act personally," Yan Chong said, a sinister smile forming on his lips. "We can use someone else to do the dirty work. That way, even if the Ninth Prince holds someone accountable, it won't be us. Don't you think so?"

"Use someone else? Hire an assassin?" Mo Lin glared at Yan Chong. "Are you an idiot? Tianwei Academy is full of experts. What kind of assassin could sneak in here? Even if there were such a person, could I afford to hire them?"

An assassin capable of infiltrating Tianwei Academy without detection would have to be at least at the half-step emperor level.

Hiring such an expert to kill a mere Pulse Formation Realm practitioner?

Leaving aside whether they would take the job, even if they did, he was just a young prince. He might not even inherit the throne. Where would he find the money to hire a half-step emperor level assassin?

"Young prince, please calm down."

Yan Chong felt a wave of disdain. This dog prince is clearly a fool, so how dare he call me an idiot!

With a forced smile, he said, "Young prince, what I mean is we can enlist those powerful but ill-tempered sky-tier students to take care of him. We don't need to kill him; we just need to find an excuse to cripple him. That would be a piece of cake for them. A crippled person naturally can't stay at Tianwei Academy. Once he's expelled, we'll have him at our mercy."

"Hahaha, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Mo Lin's face lit up with joy. "You really are full of clever ideas."

"Oh, it's nothing. My little bit of cleverness is nothing compared to the young prince's brilliance!" Yan Chong flattered shamelessly.

"Hahaha..." Mo Lin, oblivious to his own shortcomings, felt elated at the thought of soon crushing Ling Feng, that lowly commoner. In high spirits, he shouted, "Yan Chong, where are the girls you arranged for me? Since I couldn't vent my anger today, I need to take it out on them!"

"Of course, of course." Yan Chong clapped his hands, and two gorgeously dressed courtesans entered.

"I am Mu Dan."

"I am Zi Yan."

The two alluring women leaned against Mo Lin, smiling sweetly.

"Hmph, mere common flowers who aren’t even a fraction as beautiful as Qin Wanwan!"

Mo Lin snorted, but still pulled the two courtesans into his arms, immediately starting to grope one of them.

"Young prince, enjoy yourself. I won't disturb your pleasure," Yan Chong said with a smile.

"Get out, get out!"

Impatient, Mo Lin pushed one of the women onto the bed. But at that moment, he suddenly noticed something strange.

"How could this happen? How could this be?"

Mo Lin panicked, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"It must be because of that damned Ling Feng! That must be why I have no interest. Yes, that's definitely it!"

Mo Lin clenched his fists, his previously handsome face twisting in anger.

"Y-young prince..."

Mu Dan, the older of the two courtesans, rubbed her sore wrist and looked up at Mo Lin innocently. "Young prince, you don't seem to be in a good condition. Maybe we should serve you another time."

"Nonsense!"

Mo Lin's face turned red with embarrassment as he slammed his hand on the table. "It's clearly because you two are so unappealing that you can't arouse my interest."

"Yes, yes, it's our fault," Mu Dan said quickly.

The other courtesan, Zi Yan, glanced at Mo Lin with disdain and muttered under her breath, "Pretentious."

"Zi Yan, don't say such things!" Mu Dan was startled. He was a young prince, and careless words could bring disaster.

"What did you say?" Mo Lin slapped Zi Yan across the face. "Get lost! Get lost!"

"Yes, yes!"

Mu Dan, feeling like she had been granted a pardon, quickly grabbed Zi Yan and hurried to leave the room.

"Wait!"

A cold glint flashed in Mo Lin's eyes. If he let these two courtesans leave, word would surely spread. How could he show his face in the pleasure houses of the imperial capital after that?

"Y-young prince, what are you planning to do?"

Mu Dan, having encountered many people before, felt a sense of foreboding.

"You haven't received your reward yet, so why the rush to leave?"

Mo Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly. He retrieved two luminous pearls from his storage spirit ring and said, "Do you think I would use women and not pay them?"

"Thank you, young prince. Thank you, young prince." Mu Dan quickly bowed and stepped forward to accept the pearls, her face lighting up with joy.

But the next moment, Mo Lin's finger pierced her throat. She fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, dying with her eyes wide open.

"Ahhhh!"

Seeing this, Zi Yan screamed, but in the next instant, Mo Lin smashed her head with a single slap, and she collapsed in a pool of blood.

The royal family guards and Yan Chong, who had been waiting outside, rushed into the room and froze at the sight of the two bodies on the floor.

"Hmph, these two assassins tried to attack me. Dispose of the bodies and don't let anyone find out!" Mo Lin said coldly, his face expressionless.

"Yes, sir!"

Yan Chong, sweating slightly, recognized that the two women were just courtesans from Lichun Pavilion with no cultivation skills. He had even employed them before.

However, since Mo Lin had spoken, he dared not question him and ordered the bodies to be removed.

With blood all over the floor, Mo Lin lost his mood for pleasure and returned to Tianwei Academy early.

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