Exterminate Your Entire Household
At the Cai Residence, a young man with a somewhat pallid face had just woken up when a maid brought him a cup of water.
The young man took it, rinsed his mouth, then opened his mouth and spat directly onto the maid. The maid did not get angry; instead, she said with a smile, "Thank you for the reward, Young Master."
"Thank you for the reward, Young Master," a woman's voice unexpectedly came from beneath the young man.
It turned out another maid had served as his chamber pot.
The young man spread his hands slightly, and three more maids came over to wash his face, dress him, and bind his hair.
Once he was tidied up, the young man went to the front hall, where breakfast had already been prepared on the table.
He did not even need to lift a hand. Fresh maids came over to cool his porridge and feed him.
As he ate, the young man suddenly frowned. "What's going on? Why is the front courtyard so noisy today?"
"This servant will go ask at once." A maid immediately went out, but after only a few breaths, the young man heard the front courtyard fall silent. Yet an unfamiliar man had already entered his courtyard.
Seeing the bloodstained spear, the young man knew the visitor meant trouble. Even so, he spoke harshly. "What dog thing crawled in here? You dare barge into the Cai family's home? Do you not know my father is an immortal cultivator?"
"You are Cai Chengxuan?" Lin Le asked indifferently.
"So what if I am? When my father gets here, you'll be walking straight into a dead end!" Cai Chengxuan said with a vicious expression.
"That's good, then." Lin Le nodded slightly. With a flash, he had already appeared before Cai Chengxuan.
Then he grabbed Cai Chengxuan by the head.
The force nearly tore Cai Chengxuan's scalp off.
The searing pain made Cai Chengxuan curse Lin Le viciously. "You dog thing! @#¥%..."
Lin Le turned a deaf ear. He dragged Cai Chengxuan into the courtyard, then tossed him upward. Cai Chengxuan immediately flew into the air.
When he fell again, a section of bamboo pole had appeared in Lin Le's hand.
The pole entered through one hole and emerged through another, skewering Cai Chengxuan upon it.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Cai Chengxuan's face twisted savagely, but the bamboo pole had already pressed against his throat, leaving him unable to speak.
Lin Le planted him upright on the ground and let him cling to life.
There had been no opportunity before. Now that there was, Lin Le would make these evildoers suffer as much pain as possible before they died.
Lin Le looked at the maids, his expression cold and detached. "Who among you has bullied others? Speak!"
That single word, "Speak," was like the Thunder Lord's wrath, shattering the maids' mental defenses.
They all cried and claimed they had not.
Yet Lin Le still stabbed three of them to death.
Lin Le turned and continued his slaughter, washing the Cai Residence in blood.
After the bloodbath, Lin Le sat at the table Cai Chengxuan had once occupied. He ate the unfinished food while watching Cai Chengxuan tremble as though electricity coursed through his entire body.
The surviving servants said that the Cai family master seemed to have gone to the town chief's home early that morning to discuss something. At this hour, he should be returning soon.
Within a four-courtyard residence, a middle-aged man with a somewhat pallid face felt deeply unsettled, as though something bad had happened.
Ever since he had become an immortal cultivator and the tyrant of Qinghu Town, he had never again experienced such unease.
In the front hall, a prosperous-looking man seated in the place of honor said, "Gentry Cai, what is it? You've received your share of the money, yet you still aren't happy?"
Gentry Cai piled on a smile. "Of course I'm happy. It's simply that whenever I see Town Chief Yan, I think of that worthless, unfilial son of mine. If he had even half the town chief's ability, I would not be so troubled."
"Haha, your abilities cannot be divided in half and handed out," Town Chief Yan said with a laugh, though inwardly he sneered. They were all from the same town—who did not know the others' true colors?
You old ghost, you probably deliberately raised your only publicly acknowledged son into that state just so you could seize more good ghosts to serve as your soldiers!
Town Chief Yan clapped his hands. "Bring the money up."
Four delicate-looking maids each carried up a tray and walked toward the four gentry in the hall.
"There isn't much oil left to squeeze from those townsfolk below," Town Chief Yan said. "So there is less money this time. Most of the debt has been settled with farmland instead."
One of the gentry nodded in agreement. "That's true. But when does the higher authority plan to gather the imperial aura? If those fiends are allowed to run rampant, our legitimate businesses will be affected as well."
"Our Steward Lu has even lost a fine daughter," that gentry added teasingly.
Steward Lu snorted. "She was merely a lowly wench born of a maid. Losing her was no loss. But that Mountain Imp's appetite really is growing larger and larger!"
A trace of difficulty appeared on Town Chief Yan's face. "I'm afraid that imperial aura cannot be gathered anytime soon."
"What happened?" one gentry asked with a frown. "What else does that wicked flood dragon in Dongbo Lake want?"
"That is not it." Town Chief Yan pointed upward. "When the floodwaters surged, they accidentally washed open a great tomb. It may have been left behind by a Golden Core True Person."
"That great tomb draws upon the power of the earth veins, and its defenses are quite formidable. So the people in the prefectural city wish to weaken the earth veins in order to open it."
"How long will that take?" Gentry Cai asked worriedly. "If these fiends continue to wreak havoc, will Anzhu Prefecture not become a ghost domain everywhere?"
The other four could not help sneering inwardly. Was that not exactly what you most wished to see, Old Ghost Cai? Did you truly think they did not know how this old ghost had earned his reputation?
On the surface, however, they remained harmonious, praising Gentry Cai for his compassionate heart and his willingness to consider the plight of those lowly commoners.
On the road back to his residence, Gentry Cai suddenly frowned. He sensed an intense aura of resentment and death.
That direction? It was actually his home!
As the carriage drew nearer, Gentry Cai's expression grew increasingly grim. He had merely gone out once, yet his household had been slaughtered.
The carriage stopped. Gentry Cai stepped out and saw an unfamiliar man standing at the gate with a spear, apparently waiting for him. Beside the man stood a pole, and upon that pole, his only publicly acknowledged son, Cai Chengxuan, had been skewered.
Only the faint rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still alive.
"Cai Xiuyong, Gentry Cai?" Lin Le asked as he looked at the man stepping down from the carriage.
Cai Xiuyong nodded. "That is me. Which household are you from? Why have you harmed my son?"
"So it is you." Lin Le nodded slightly. With a sweep of his spear, an additional wound appeared on Cai Chengxuan's neck, and blood gushed forth.
The light in Cai Chengxuan's eyes gradually faded as well.
Watching this provocative scene, Cai Xiuyong's face darkened as though water could drip from it. "Do you know how much painstaking effort I spent cultivating this fine talent? Yet you dare destroy all of it!"
"What does that have to do with me?" Lin Le said coldly.
As soon as he spoke, he had already appeared before Cai Xiuyong.
"Impudent! A mere Four Limit Martial Artist—who gave you the nerve to act so arrogantly before this old man?" Cai Xiuyong roared in fury. A bone shield unexpectedly appeared above his head, blocking Lin Le's spear thrust.
A mere Four Limit Martial Artist?
Lin Le's expression remained calm as he simply brought down another spear strike.
First Style of Fighting Heaven, Falling Sun!
Boom!
It was like a great bell being struck. Cai Xiuyong's expression changed as well, because he could actually feel his magical artifact had been damaged.
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