Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 674 - 33 Let Me Do It [Two in One]_3

Chapter 674: Chapter 33 Let Me Do It [Two in One]_3

But the commotion had attracted a real expert.

As the winds howled, a man in bright red robes gracefully touched down, followed by four women in colorful dresses, each holding a sword in their arms.

"How dare you intruders breach the Nangong family’s territory!" The man in red was pale and ageless, with bright, gleaming eyes that emitted a sinister light.

He pushed forward, calling forth a surge of blood Sha shadows to bear down on Chu Liang and Ling Ao.

"I’ll deal with him," declared Ling Ao, taking the lead, "You tackle those ladies!"

He sensed that this red robed man surpassed himself in cultivation, fearing that Chu Liang might be at a disadvantage, Ling Ao chose to take on this threat.

"I..." Chu Liang hesitated but saw that Ling Ao had already leapt into action. He chose not to stop him, instead facing the four women wielding swords.

The four women drew their swords in unison, chanting sharply, their movements combining into a mesmerizing light show, with a vibrant crimson glow emerging and blooming like flowers.

"Illusions?" Chu Liang blinked, and murmured, "Retreat."

Boom--

A whirlwind kicked up around him, spread out in a ripple-like effect, and slammed into the group of women, sending them flying.

Upon hitting the ground they lost consciousness.

The gap in their strengths was too great, not to be bridged simply by superior numbers.

However, Ling Ao’s situation wasn’t quite as straightforward.

The red robed man had revealed himself as a Peak Sixth Realm Cultivator the moment he made his move. In front of him, nine red skulls formed from blood Sha danced menacingly. Each skull, upon being struck, would instantly emit a cloud of red fog. If inhaled, this fog could cause confusion and disorientation, disrupting one’s fighting spirit.

Godly Souls were Ling Ao’s weakness, making him susceptible to the red fog. Within a short time, he had been surrounded by the red fog, danger pressing in from all sides.

Chu Liang, merely an observant to this point, finally spoke, "Let me help you out here."

"You..." Ling Ao was torn between caution and concern, but trapped within the red fog, it seemed his defeat was only a matter of time. So he cautioned, "Be very careful! His fog technique is powerful..."

Boom--

Before he could finish his sentence, a streak of purple-gold thunder descended from the sky, striking the red-robed man and sending him promptly crashing to the ground, leaving him no opportunity to resist.

The glittering golden dragon faded, revealing Chu Liang, his foot pressed against the downed man’s chest.

It turned out that Chu Liang, harnessing the power of the Dragon God Thunderbolt, had struck down his foe with a single blow.

Illusions and fog techniques stood no chance against the Divine Thunder.

"This..." Ling Ao watched the scene unfold, stunned. After a considerable pause, he managed to say, "Your cultivation..."

What had just happened?

How was it that this formidable adversary, who he’d struggled against, was now laid out flat beneath Chu Liang’s foot?

Honestly, he hadn’t seen it clearly.

"Indeed," Chu Liang sighed, "my cultivation has been held back quite a bit these six years."

"..." Ling Ao felt a lump growing in his chest, as if something was about to spew out.

Although he didn’t fully comprehended what had transpired, one thing became clear - he’d underestimated Chu Liang. Chu Liang’s power far eclipsed his own, and the gap between their abilities had likely widened since the past six years.

Thinking of his previous sympathy and pity for Chu Liang, Ling Ao wished his black hair would grow longer, long enough to hide his face...

"Let’s put all that aside for now and question him about the rebels of Mang Mountain," Chu Liang said, kicking the man in red who was lying on the ground. "Stop playing dead! Speak!"

"Ah? Spare me, young hero..." The red-robed man quickly begged for mercy, displaying confusion, "But what are you talking about...which Mang Mountain rebel?"

"You mean you don’t know about the rebellious Mang Mountain group preparing to attack the city? And it so happens that today only you stealthily brought people into the city – are you saying that’s not related at all?" Chu Liang asked.

"What the hell are you talking about? These are weak girls who I bought from disaster-stricken areas, intending to use them to cultivate as cauldrons," The man in red, now weeping under the weight of Chu Liang’s foot, said, "What does this have to do with the Mang Mountain rebels?"

"Are you Nangong Zhi?" Chu Liang suddenly recalled.

Earlier he had heard of a Fish Water Sect amongst the Prime Minister’s Eight Gates and Eight Sects. This sect specialized in getting women to cultivate, then regularly drawing off their Yin energy to supplement their own Yang energy. Chu Liang took note of this because the technique of having others cultivate for oneself and reaping the benefits periodically was somewhat similar to his own Big Head Baby Cultivation Technique.

It was said that Nangong Zhi gained the Prime Minister’s favour due to this technique. The Prime Minister Mansion was currently housing hundreds of women, all of whom were cultivation cauldrons for him. They would cultivate diligently for a year, being able to keep less than 30% of the power for themselves, the rest would be drawn off. As a result, women with any real talent in cultivation would never take up this option. The only recruits came from families too impoverished not to sell their daughters.

However, the Yu Dynasty’s laws prohibited human trafficking, which was likely why Nangong Zhi kept his operation hidden.

Connecting these dots, Chu Liang realized who he was dealing with - the leader of the Fish Water Sect.

But once he figured this out, another question arose.

If it has nothing to do with him, where did the Mang Mountain rebels go?

...

Wu’an City, Jiangnan.

The city streets were bathed in the clear light of the moon, appearing as transparent as water.

Suddenly, a figure dashed by, its shadow pouring over the street like another predator added to the water. Then another, and another... hundreds of figures appeared from all directions.

"Hurry up with it," a lanky young man holding a knife commanded, "The attention of the Regent Residence is at Mang Mountain, we can make a killing on this job - enough for a long while!"

In the darkness of the night, the first cry of agony pierced the silence.