Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 87: Killing Intent_1

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Killing Intent_1

"Is there any divine skill in this world that can make one unable to feel any anger towards a person, no matter how excessively hurtful they have been, the moment he sees them..."

"Young Marquis, that’s called love."

"I love your mother’s twisted doughnut!"

"..."

Within the Marquis Ding Shan Residence, Young Marquis sat furiously behind the desk in his study room.

The Manor’s steward, standing opposite him, was assailed with a stream of abuse for his misstatement. He could do nothing but bow his head and placate the Young Marquis with a forced smile.

"Get lost, get lost." Young Marquis impatiently waved his hand.

The steward, feeling like he had just received a pardon, hurriedly fled.

Only Young Marquis Xia An was left sitting there, lost in thought.

He had never been one to keep his temper in check. Why did his anger seem to disappear whenever he came across Chu Liang?

There was definitely something fishy.

Thinking back on what he had been through these past couple of days, he probably wouldn’t have gotten so furious if he had vented his feelings on the spot. But each time he held it back, the more he thought about it afterward...the angrier he became.

Now, Young Marquis was grinding his teeth in resentment.

Stealing his limelight...spoiling his gift...usurping his invitation...if it were merely these things, Xia An, though extremely angry, would still be rational. He knew it wasn’t wise to make an enemy of someone over such trivial conflicts.

But...

Chu Liang had even asked about Liu Xiaoyu today.

This was a sore point of his Marquis Ding Shan Residence!

Those imperial princes and nobles who had been granted fiefs in the desolate Southern Region were, in fact, among the side branches in the vast Yu dynasty’s imperial clan and held little power. Moreover, their fiefs were impoverished, thus these Southern Region’s nobles were never wealthy.

Of course, if it’s just everyday life, it’s enough to maintain a fairly extravagant standard of living.

However, Xia An’s father, the current Marquis Ding Shan, had taken up a particularly bad habit.

He was cultivating himself into an Immortal.

If one either had exceptional talent or none at all, it wouldn’t be a problem. The saddest situation is when one’s abilities are just enough to give hope, but not enough to achieve true success.

The current Marquis Ding Shan was just so. He was an average cultivator, who would typically only advance to the Third or at most the Fourth Realm. But he wasn’t satisfied with such a short lifespan and insisted on expending large amounts of resources to break through the Earth Barrier and reach the boundless Seventh Realm.

How could this be so easily achieved?

For decades, almost all the accumulated wealth of several generations of the Marquis Manor had been exhausted by him.

It’s fortunate that he found a new business in recent years.

Marquis Ding Shan contacted more than a dozen of the declining imperial families in the Southern Region to kidnap women and traffick them to the Eastern Region, profiting from the trade.

The trade was carried out in partnership with a Hall Master of the East Whale Guild and none of it leaked out.

In recent years, he had almost entirely withdrawn from the trade, focusing all his efforts on his grand cultivation project. The management of this illicit human trafficking trade was handed over entirely to his son, Xia An.

Young Marquis had been managing it for a few years when he encountered the first crisis.

If the evil nature of this trade were exposed, the Marquis Ding Shan Residence would face a great crisis.

If it were just that little unknown life or death demonic spirit, it would not be cause for concern, but if the disciples of Shu Mountain noticed, it would be a severe issue.

After mulling it over for a while, under the flickering candlelight, the young Marquis’s face gradually darkened.

"Master Lu." he called lightly.

A shadowy figure immediately appeared behind the young Marquis.

"I want them dead."

...

Days flew by. On the hillside outside Li Family Village, a stage had already been erected. More than a dozen large lampstands surrounded it. Below was a vast open area, spacious enough to accommodate half of South Gate City’s population.

People had already arrived at the scene early, waiting. Die-hard fans of Nanyin Square held up large banners, prepared flowers and colorful silk, and some of the idle folks had started to stake out their spots, fearing they wouldn’t get good ones if they arrived late.

Some musicians from Nanyin Square performed at the site, with singers and dancers rehearsing off to the side, attracting a crowd of spectators. It was quite lively.

As evening approached, the first performance of Xue Lingxue’s tour would begin here.

Early on, in the middle of the mountainside directly across from the stage, a row of elegant seats adorned with rain shelters and beaded curtains had been arranged, reserved for some of the city’s elites and for those who had paid a considerable amount.

Nanyin Square’s performances were always free of charge, but those who wanted exclusive seats were charged a ticket fee by the organizer. This was quite reasonable, and Nanyin Square turned a blind eye.

Thanks to their connections with Li Family Village, Chu Liang and Lin Bei managed to slip into one of the cubicles.

At this moment, Liu Xiaoyu was sitting in the cubicle with a desk in front of her, and Lin Bei was placing small trays on it.

"Candied fruit, preserves, candy, dried meat..." He laid them out one by one.

"And my treasured fruit tea." Chu Liang also put forward a drink.

"Wow, you’ve never given me any of this." Lin Bei said.

"One sword coin per can, she doesn’t have Shu Mountain’s money, but you do." Chu Liang replied with a smile.

"Hmph." Lin Bei crossed his arms and pouted.

"Alright, I’ll give you one can too." Chu Liang took out another can.

Only then did Lin Bei accept it, laughing.

"After you finish it, write me a 800-word rave review and share it with your disciples of Jade Sword Peak." Chu Liang added.

"Well, you really squeeze every bit of advantage you can get." Lin Bei exclaimed.

"We’re pals after all." Chu Liang pat his chest, mimicking Lin Bei.

The two chatted and laughed, but Liu Xiaoyu, who was sitting there, seemed unhappy. She just pouted, looking crestfallen.

Seeing this, Lin Bei reluctantly asked, "Young Miss Yi, we have prepared everything for you, what else do you want?"

"I want my sister..." Liu Xiaoyu said pitifully.

At this, Chu Liang and Lin Bei didn’t know what to do. They had just promised to inquire for her, but now that there were still no news, they couldn’t just abandon this homeless girl and leave her alone. They had no choice but to keep her at Li Family Village.

With her naivete, she would probably be kidnapped and sold if she went more than a mile away from home.

At first, she was carefree and innocent, but as time gradually passed, the girl seemed to have some bad premonitions, becoming increasingly dispirited.

As the three of them were examining the venue, a servant from Li Family Village came over and handed them a letter.

"Someone sent a letter and said it was for Warrior Chu." The servant said.

Chu Liang took the letter and read the content. He couldn’t help but think that as they say, luck was luck; you get what you think of and what you need.

"What does it say?" Lin Bei asked.

"The letter says that someone has seen a woman near the Qin Nan River who resembles Young Miss Yi. It might be her sister, asking us to take her there to check." Chu Liang said.

"That’s the luck, indeed." Lin Bei laughed upon hearing this, "Then let’s take her there. They can be reunited before tonight’s performance."

"I will take her." Chu Liang said, "You stay here."

"Why?" Lin Bei asked.

"I... I find this message a bit strange." Chu Liang paused, "If I don’t come back in half a day, rush back to Shu Mountain and alert them."

"I have to report again?" Lin Bei was startled.

Huh.

Why did I use the word ’again’?