boyutpedia Chapter 523 - 19: Cultivators from the East Sea
Chapter 523 - 19: Cultivators from the East Sea
The matter of family division has been settled.
Linghu Changping is young and promising, with a bright future, and backed by the Pure Yang Palace, attracting many to seek his favor.
However,
his foundation is ultimately too shallow, especially in business, causing some shopkeepers to hesitate to rely on him.
If he had waited two or three more years, until his cultivation base increased and his reputation stabilized, Linghu Mingquan would have been no match for him.
Unfortunately,
he was too eager.
He also suffered setbacks at the Fang Mansion, turning more conservative in approach, seemingly only able to divide a portion of the family assets.
Especially since Linghu Mingquan has some leverage over shopkeepers, using it to coerce them into not betraying him.
’Nevertheless, Linghu Mingquan is ultimately old, and won’t last many years; the assets will eventually belong to the young generation.’
’For the sake of Qiuchan, offering a helping hand at crucial times to save the big brother’s lineage is enough.’
’Fang is, after all, an outsider!’
"Swish!"
With these thoughts, Fang Zheng’s figure transformed into a shadow, heading towards the outskirts of the Prefecture City along street corners and alleys.
An Mansion!
Night falls.
The vast An Mansion has sparse lighting, engulfed in dead silence.
Fang Zheng’s silhouette appeared outside the gates of An Mansion, his brow furrowed, eyes emitting spiritual light as he scanned the inner courtyard.
Such dense Qi and blood!
The Qi and blood condenses but doesn’t dissipate, slowly retracting into indistinguishability.
"Strange?"
Fang Zheng touched his chin, revealing confusion.
As he knew, such a situation only appears with some evil cultivators; is someone in An Mansion practicing an evil technique?
After contemplating, he chose not to knock and enter, but instead slipped silently into An Mansion.
The backyard.
Several corpses lay on the ground, blood soaking into the earth.
"Tsk..."
A beautiful woman extended her tongue to lightly lick the blood from the corner of her lips, her beautiful eyes glowing red, she giggled and said:
"People from the land indeed are different from those on our side; their blood is more delicious, lacking that fishy smell."
"Yes." Beside her, a girl of about ten nodded in agreement:
"The taste is truly good, like a dessert."
"And these are just ordinary people. If it were Martial Artists or Mages, their Qi and blood have been refined, and the taste would surely be better."
At this, she appeared excited, seemingly planning to find a few Martial Artists to taste.
"Ladies."
An Tao wore a bitter smile, cupped his hands, and spoke:
"This isn’t East Sea, even maids and servants cannot be killed wantonly; if someone sees, it would be disastrous."
"Brother An." One person in the room, holding a Jade Flute, did not seem pleased and said:
"Didn’t you say your status here is not low? Just for killing a few maids, you became so fearful?"
"The ladies are unaware." An Tao shook his head:
"Even though An has some status, taking lives recklessly isn’t permissible; this differs from East Sea."
"If discovered, at least there’s reprimand, at most, it could result in imprisonment."
"Huh?"
People in the room showed surprise, the little girl even asked:
"You, a Flawless Martial Artist, could face imprisonment for the death of a few martial arts-unskilled maids?"
This clearly contradicted their knowledge.
In East Sea.
The strong rule!
A Flawless Martial Artist can become an Island Master, the life and death of everyone on the island dictated solely by the Island Master.
No one else has the authority to intervene.
As for killing a few ordinary people, it’s commonplace, at most paying some compensation, not requiring imprisonment.
No one has the right to imprison an Island Master.
"Yes."
An Tao nodded:
"The three of you being new here aren’t yet familiar with the situation on the land, it’s best to adapt for a few days."
"Although you cannot kill indiscriminately here, there are many interesting things."
"Hmm."
The little girl nodded:
"Market goods are plentiful, sugar figurines and pastries are delicious, clothes are better than those on the island."
"I’m starting to love it here."
"Senior, why don’t we move to the mainland? The island is desolate compared to the bustle here."
"Xiao Gu." The woman laughed and said:
"We’re not welcomed here, back then the White Bone Sect was even more detested by the Imperial Court than the Six Paths of Demon Heaven."
"Hmph!" The little girl had killing intent in her eyes:
"Kill them all, I see there aren’t many experts on land; at that time, who would dare to defy?"
"Haha..."
The beautiful woman and young man holding the Jade Flute laughed heartily.
They were not as naive as the little girl; if they really had such power, their predecessors wouldn’t have been driven out of this prosperous land back then.
Indeed,
lingering for hundreds and thousands of years, still not daring to return openly.
After several rounds of wine and dishes, feeling drunk, An Tao shakily stood up, cupped his hands in farewell.
Exiting the side yard, the cold wind hitting his face refreshed him, stabilizing his spirit as he headed to the study.
"Creak..."
As he pushed the door open, intending to step inside, a sudden sense of alarm surged in An Tao’s heart, prompting an instinctive retreat.
"Don’t move!"
A tangible icy killing intent pressed against his throat, so fierce that cold sweat covered An Tao’s back.
"If you want to die, you can try moving."
"Gulp..." An Tao’s throat rolled, as a Flawless Martial Artist, he indeed dared not move:
"Friend, what do you want?"
"Nothing much." Fang Zheng’s eyes emitted a ghostly spiritual light:
"Just asking a few questions."
"Soul Capturing Technique?" An Tao’s gaze showed a hint of confusion, but it was quickly suppressed by strong willpower, and he displayed disdain:
"Using Soul Capturing Technique on a Flawless Martial Artist, sir..."
"Hmm?"
"What did you do?"
He spoke with surprise, seeing a needle inserted into his arm, his consciousness gradually blurred.
"What is this?"
"It’s a special sedative with some anesthetic components." Watching his change, Fang Zheng spoke slowly:
"Seems the effect isn’t as strong as imagined; the Martial Dao Will of a Flawless Martial Artist truly is extraordinary."