Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 521: I love you

Chapter 521: I love you

In the Purple Cloud Temple, there indeed were the head Sect Leaders of the five major branches of the Emei sect, but aside from these five Sect Leaders, the rest were bandits from the central Sichuan forests!

What are these bandits? The term ’forest heroes’ used in martial arts novels refers to them.

Of course, among the bandits, there might be a few heroic figures, but most of them were robbers, who after committing murder and breaking the law, and finding themselves desperate, turned to banditry.

During the tumultuous years of war, bandit lairs were also called forests, but many of these bandits were a scourge on the common people, for what could they eat or drink if they didn’t prey on them?

In this day and age, there were still bandits; these people were mostly martial artists, and the reason they were called bandits was that they were a group of well-fed scoundrels who, having no other choice, burrowed into mouse holes, or were on the wanted list.

They could only live in dark corners, not daring to take a car, plane, go to the mall, or lead a normal life, so most either lived in the mountains or hid their true names and led ordinary lives.

However, even if they managed to live an ordinary life, they were uneasy at heart.

When something happened in central Sichuan, a man arrived—a very powerful man, who somehow found them and then enticed them with prospects, and they became his followers.

The young man in the Purple Cloud Temple was now their leader. Although they didn’t know exactly what they were supposed to do, this young man gave them a large sum of money and promised them many benefits.

The head figures of the five branches of Emei actually did not want to submit to this young man, but he was powerful and brutal, so for the sake of their homes and their disciples, they had no choice but to yield and obey his orders.

Today’s martial artists no longer have that kind of pride or chivalrous spirit. They’re all busy with their small businesses and living their lives. The jianghu, the martial world, is all outdated—who plays that game these days?

They didn’t want to play, but others forced them to, so they could only watch helplessly as Sect Leaders were killed, as Rachel Fournier was captured, too afraid to save her.

In truth, they wanted to save her, but they really didn’t dare, so they could only reluctantly follow the orders of the young man, nauseated at heart.

They all knew Rachel Fournier was the rightful heir because she received the true teachings of the founder, including the Emei Sword, some Emei secret manuals, and even the Emei command token, all of which were in Rachel Fournier’s hands. Initially, they simply couldn’t accept it, which is why they refused to acknowledge Rachel Fournier and her disciple.

But now, after all, Rachel Fournier was one of their own, and a stranger was now torturing her, so on the surface, they said nothing, but in their hearts, they were distressed, and even the five had privately considered whether they should find an opportunity to release Rachel Fournier.

Beneath the Purple Cloud Daoist Temple was an underground prison that seemed to have been a place used to detain criminals long ago.

At this moment, more than twenty people were all crammed into this underground cell.

The ones previously responsible for torturing Rachel Fournier were those non-heroic bandits. Rachel Fournier suffered severely; several of her fingernails had been pulled out, her face bore several slash marks, her clothes were in disarray, exposing her pale shoulders, and her body was covered in bloody welts from whippings.

Her lips were parched, and she looked devoid of strength as she was bound to an iron pillar.

The handsome young man in a robe took a seat opposite Rachel Fournier, with the heads of the five branches sitting behind him, and the bandits standing in a circle around them.

"Miss Fournier, you indeed deserve the title of a heroic woman," said the young man with a smile. "I really don’t have the heart to harm you, but you’re so stubborn—why bother? That object is nothing more than a material possession. Give it to me, and you can live. If you wish to die, I can grant you a swift end. Why keep it secret?"

"You should understand that I won’t give up until I have that object, and I won’t let you die, I’ll only make you speak. So don’t hold out any longer, give it to me. I’ll even let you keep your Emei Sword, your worthless secret manuals. I only want that object, and it’s useless to you anyway, so what do you say? Think it over."

"I’m going to slaughter you!" Rachel Fournier, although extremely weak, swept her gaze over the young man like a knife, looking towards the five household heads behind him.

The five of them seemed ashamed, so they lowered their heads and dared not meet her gaze.

"Still talking tough, huh? What do you want me to do with you? Why must you insist on this..." the young man expressed a trace of impatience.

"Young master, let me try a move, and I guarantee she’ll immediately reveal where that thing is hidden," said one of the green forest men with a missing eye as he chuckled, "The dozen or so of us brothers will take good care of her. This is a woman’s greatest weakness. To tell you the truth, this girl’s got tender skin and flesh; I’ve even felt sorry for her these last couple of days. So, what do you say, young master, do you agree?"

"No!" Upon hearing the one-eyed green forest man’s suggestion, the five household heads suddenly stood up together, and one of them glared fiercely at the one-eyed man: "You can beat or kill her, but you can’t humiliate her. Whether it’s the secret manual or the Treasure Sword, those are external possessions that we don’t care about having or not. But in the end, she is a disciple of our Mt. Emei sect. Whoever dares to humiliate her is picking a fight with us!"

"Vince Trujillo, you’ve finally grown a spine, now you remember she’s your Mt. Emei disciple? It’s just a dying person having some fun, what’s wrong with that?" the one-eyed man sneered coldly.

"A gentleman may be killed, but cannot be insulted!" Vince Trujillo shouted loudly.

"Vince Trujillo, there’s no need for your hypocritical concern, I’m not afraid!" Rachel Fournier angrily retorted.

"Harley Strong, martial uncle, that thing is useless to both you and me. Just give it to the young master. We’ll assure you that the young master won’t kill you, and also ensure that our secret manuals won’t be leaked. How about it?" another person said with a sigh, trying to persuade her.

"Can you guarantee that? That is the heritage left by our ancestors, do you understand the significance of a legacy?" Rachel Fournier asked loudly.

"Alright, let’s do as one-eye suggests," the young man suddenly stood up, chuckled coldly, and said, "I hope they don’t play you to death!" With that, the young man turned and went upstairs!

"No!" Suddenly, the five household heads blocked the young man’s way at the same time, their faces filled with rage, "Young master, we played our part in luring Harley Strong here, we agreed to become your followers, we even agreed to join you, but we cannot agree to this. There’s an ancestral teaching in our Mt. Emei: the chastity of a woman is of utmost importance. Whoever we see abducting and raping a woman, we must take action and kill them."

"I almost forgot, your Mt. Emei was founded by women, and your old ancestor was a woman too. But if you don’t agree, what can you do about it? Are you seeking death?" the young man said, murderous intent flickering in his eyes as he gazed at the five household heads.

"Hahaha, having lived to this age, and to this disgrace, what’s wrong with dying? I no longer wish to live," Vince Trujillo suddenly let out a derisive laugh, and then he was the first to rush and attack the young man.

The five of them had long been unable to endure; after all, they had been taught righteous teachings, they were not bad people at heart, and they still had a conscience.

"Seeking death," the young man angrily shouted, and yelled, "This lord delights in hotpot with human hearts, today I shall drink to your hearts!" As he finished speaking, he explosively extended his right hand from his robe, transforming it into a claw.

His fingers were delicate and long, like a woman’s, but when he struck, they carried the sound of a whistling wind, sharp and unmatched.

With a "pu" sound, the lightning-fast claw was not something Vince Trujillo could withstand, so in an instant, Vince’s chest was pierced by the claw, and as the young man viciously yanked it outwards, a still-beating heart was directly ripped out, causing blood to shoot up in an instant.

"Vince..." The other four, upon witnessing this scene, screamed and also pounced toward the young man. They truly had had enough. Rather than associate with these evil men and commit acts devoid of conscience, they’d rather die once and for all.

"Vince Trujillo..." Rachel Fournier suddenly shed tears and cried uncontrollably.

However, just as the young man was about to continue his heart-plucking assault, suddenly, from upstairs came a fierce shout, "Fuck your mother, beast."

"Boom!" came a sound, as the floor of the basement collapsed, as if a heavy hammer had smashed down, instantly forming a large hole, followed by a fist appearing beneath the young man’s claw.