Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 90 Fury_1

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Fury_1

Marquis Ding Shan sat on a hillside, a smile on his face, waiting for the performance to begin.

Donned in a resplendent white robe, with a hint of a beard twirling around his cloudlike hair, and a rather graceful appearance. The Young Marquis surely took after him, inheriting the distinguished good looks of the Ding Shan Marquis Residence.

The people of Southern Border City knew Marquis Ding Shan was obsessed with seeking immortality, and didn’t see him often, so many were craning their necks to catch a glimpse.

From behind the beaded curtains, Marquis Ding Shan looked down at the sea of people and let out a cold laugh.

Mere mortals?

Mere ants.

He was of noble birth and by virtue of being a Xia, he had never known hardship. From a young age, he had lost interest in worldly affairs, staunchly believing that only by cultivating could he transcend life.

For nobles like him with a talent for cultivation that was only average, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had developed something of a unified attitude. They could offer him a place as an outer door disciple, grant him cultivation techniques, but they would not accept him as a core disciple.

Due to his noble status, he could not, like ordinary disciples, risk life and limb for his sect in exchange for support, nor could he risk himself to seize resources. To accept such a disciple would be like accepting a burden, and no top Immortal Sect would do such a foolish thing.

So, over the years, although Marquis Ding Shan had been wholly dedicated to the path of cultivation, he had been forced to linger outside the mainstream Immortal Cultivation World, unable to gain entry.

He could only deplete the accumulated wealth of the entire Manor for years and years, to procure a massive amount of resources, and keep himself in the Sixth realm.

However, at present, transcending the Earth Barrier seemed as difficult as ascending to the heavens, and the Seventh Realm of Wen Dao seemed unattainably distant. Despite this, he refused to give up and even resorted to nefarious tactics to seek advantage.

He didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about selling women to the Eastern Region. In his eyes, mortals were no different from cattle, pigs, and dogs, even the Imperial Family was nothing more than noble beasts. If it could contribute to his cultivation, he wouldn’t bat an eye at selling them, or even slaughtering them all.

He rarely showed interest in or showed his face at mundane events in Southern Border City, having spent years focusing solely on cultivation. His willingness to watch Xue Lingxue’s performance today derived from a sliver of hope he held concerning her.

If his son could be together with Xue Lingxue, then he would be kin in connection with Nanyin Square. The mainstream Immortal Cultivation World, to which he had always been an outsider, would open up to him.

Moreover, secret news spread from the palace that Shen Qingyan of Nanyin Square was a strong candidate for Crown Princess Consort, meaning she was likely to become the Empress. Xue Lingxue and Shen Qingyan were of a similar age and good friends. If his son could connect with them, a wide path would lay ahead.

The reason for Marquis Ding Shan Residence’s "poverty" lay in its neglected location in the remote Southern Region, without substantial use or power, despite its nobility.

He had far-reaching plans, however, it was yet unknown whether Xue Lingxue would take an interest in his son. But he was rather confident about it, as his son had inherited his good looks and possessed the charming skills that he lacked. As a member of the Imperial Family, his son would be a fitting match for Xue Lingxue, the prospects were very promising.

Because of this, he personally attended today’s performance, planning to meet Xue Lingxue after the show, helping his son strengthen the relationship with her.

He sat there with such thoughts in his mind, smiling as he awaited the start of the program.

Then.

He saw a surreal sight.

The beloved son he had pinned his hopes on was chased by a streak of sword light from afar and captured in an indecorous manner on stage... The young cultivator who was chasing him even challenged him to confess his sins while the sword was held against his throat.

The audience below seemed to go on forever, easily numbering in the tens of thousands.

Marquis Ding Shan’s usually placid face suddenly showed a surge of anger. He sprang to his feet, clearly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events.

I’m still eagerly waiting for the show to go on.

Has my son become the show?

...

Chu Liang drew his sword and arrested Xia An, forcing him to confess in front of thousands of pairs of eyes, his bloody attire was quite terrifying.

Having seen Chu Liang killing Master Lu in the blink of an eye, Xia An was still trembling with fear. He was on the verge of shouting out his confession and begging the heavens for mercy.

But just as he was about to shout out, a familiar and decisive voice reverberated.

"How dare you!"

A gust of wind arrived abruptly, and there was an addition of an imposing figure on the stage, it was his own father, the current Marquis Ding Shan!

After a brief pause, more than a dozen martial artists swiftly descended. Naturally, they were the Marquis Mansion Guards, who surrounded Chu Liang.

Chu Liang firmly pressed his sword against Xia An’s neck, his face calm, staring at Marquis Ding Shan, showing no fear.

Marquis Ding Shan looked at the blood-soaked youth and felt momentarily that his gaze was penetrating. He frowned and said, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Just doing justice." Chu Liang responded calmly.

"Hmph..." Marquis Ding Shan responded with a gaze full of suppression, "Slander and accuse the royal family. Do you know the punishment for such a crime? Guards, arrest him!"

He showed absolutely no concern for the son under Chu Liang’s sword. He directly ordered his guards to seize Chu Liang!

Chu Liang gently turned the sword blade pressed against Xia An’s neck, and a thin line of blood appeared. Xia An cried out loudly, "Father! Don’t! Save me! Save me!"

But Marquis Ding Shan showed no sign of relenting. He simply raised his power, projecting a crushing pressure onto Chu Liang, a pressure as heavy as a mountain!

Chu Liang gritted his teeth, feeling as if he was about to be crushed by this power. Without the Beheading Red Famous Sword, the gap between the Sixth Realm and the Third Realm was indeed huge. This overwhelming pressure alone made him almost unable to move!

However, the guards of the House surrounded him, and at this moment, other than to kill the Young Marquis with one slash of his sword, he could not resist in any other way.

If the guards hadn’t also been concerned about injuring Xia An, they wouldn’t have hesitated to arrest him. After all, although Marquis Ding Shan appeared unconcerned about his son, no one could assure that Marquis Ding Shan wouldn’t vent his anger on the one who caused Chu Liang to kill the Young Marquis?

Therefore, the guards hesitated a little when moving forward. But nevertheless, they had to approach.

Just when the situation reached this critical point, a loud rebuke rang out from the side.

"Stop!"

It sounded like a clap of thunder, a silhouette landed in the center of the stage.

It was a young man with a thick eyebrows and large eyes, gifted with youthful looks, full of vitality. He landed in the field and placed his hands on both sides of him to stabilize the situation, then spoke to Marquis Ding Shan, "Marquis, please calm down, everyone, do not act rashly. Please, give me some face."

Marquis Ding Shan looked at him with furrowed brows, "Who are you?"

The young man answered, "I am Lin Bei."

"Get lost!"