New Maid

"Cough." Nalan De coughed.

"Let me explain. The Wu Family and the Wang Family have joined forces to deal with my Nalan Clan."

Jiang Ming wore an indifferent expression. He pulled Jiang Naicha, who was behind him, onto his lap and began idly playing with her cat ears.

A silence fell.

"A few days ago, my Nalan Clan discovered a Supreme-Grade Spirit Stone mine. According to estimates, it can yield one hundred thousand Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones." At this point, Nalan De glanced at Jiang Ming. Seeing no reaction from him, he gritted his teeth and continued, "The Wang Family and Wu Family somehow learned of this and joined forces to pressure my Nalan Clan, intending to take eighty percent of the spirit stones."

Jiang Ming raised his head and glanced at him.

"Then just spend money to avert disaster. Why make such a fuss?" Jiang Ming said blandly.

As though he had made up his mind, Nalan De gritted his teeth and said, "If Young Master is willing to lend us a hand, the Nalan Clan is willing to give up forty percent of the Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones."

Jiang Ming gave him a cold look and said evenly, "Not enough."

Bang. Nalan Xue slapped the table and rose to her feet.

"Senior, I respect your profound cultivation, but my Nalan Clan is not made of clay either."

Jiang Ming turned toward the standing Nalan Xue. His Golden Eyes flashed, and an immense pressure crushed Nalan Xue flat onto the ground. Nalan De immediately stood up at the sight, but Zhang Chengzhen merely glanced at him, and Nalan De too was pressed to the ground without any power to resist.

"The fact that you can sit and speak with me does not mean you may act presumptuously," Jiang Ming said coldly.

"What a big mouth you have, little friend!" An old man walked in from the doorway.

Jiang Ming glanced at him. His Golden Eyes erupted with blazing light, and a crimson radiance visible to the naked eye bore down upon the old man. The old man resisted with all his strength, but after three breaths, he was flattened onto the ground.

"You..." The old man still wanted to speak, but Jiang Ming directly pressed his face into the floor.

"My Nalan Clan has failed to receive you properly. Please calm your anger, Young Master." Nalan Yu immediately bowed.

Jiang Ming ignored her and released a trace of pressure. Nalan De went from lying prone to kneeling.

"What else do you wish to say?" Jiang Ming asked teasingly.

"I have failed to discipline my daughter. Please show mercy, Senior. I am willing to offer up all of the Nalan Clan's savings." Terror filled Nalan De's eyes. That old man had been the Nalan Clan's ancestor, their only Nascent Soul Realm expert, yet he had not even possessed the strength to fight back. The youth before him was far more terrifying than imagined.

Jiang Ming ignored Nalan De and turned toward Nalan Yu instead. Though her long dress concealed her tightly from head to toe, the swell at her chest still caught Jiang Ming's gaze for a second.

"Can you cook?"

Nalan Yu shook her head and said tremblingly, "This little woman is untalented and does not yet know how to cook."

Jiang Ming sighed. "You're quite pretty, but what a pity you're just a vase. The chill in your body is so heavy. Do you have some special constitution?"

"This little woman does not know. I only feel cold every night, especially on nights when the moon is full." Nalan Yu shook her head.

"I can spare you all, but I want her." Jiang Ming pointed at Nalan Yu as he spoke to Nalan De.

"This... Please show mercy, Senior. Yu'er is still young," Nalan De said anxiously.

"What Senior? I'm only nine years old, damn it," Jiang Ming cursed.

The entire hall erupted at once. Everyone revealed shocked expressions, including Jiang Naicha in Jiang Ming's arms.

Nine years old? He did not look like it, and his strength was terrifyingly powerful, but there was no need for him to lie.

"Please calm your anger, Young Master." Nalan De hurriedly changed his form of address. "Yu'er has reached marriageable age, but this still depends on Yu'er's wishes."

"Marriage? What are you talking about? When did I say I wanted to marry her? I mean for her to become my maid. She isn't qualified to be a consort."

As an Imperial Son, his wife would naturally be an Imperial Son's Consort. How could just anyone become one so casually?

A consort? The people present were once again astonished. This young master's identity was no simple matter. But upon hearing the latter half, the Nalan Clan members all looked humiliated. The Nalan Clan's dignified second young lady was actually going to become someone's maid.

"I am willing." Nalan Yu spoke calmly.

"Good." Jiang Ming withdrew his pressure, yet the three people on the ground still did not dare rise until Jiang Ming gave the word.

"Come massage my shoulders." Jiang Ming ordered Nalan Yu. Obediently, Nalan Yu walked behind him and began kneading them with her slender little hands.

"Didn't you eat? Put some strength into it." Jiang Ming frowned. Across two lifetimes, he had never seen such terrible technique.

Only after Nalan Yu began kneading with great effort did Jiang Ming's brows gradually relax. Before long, Nalan Yu was drenched in fragrant sweat. As an ordinary person, her strength was truly limited.

Meanwhile, Nalan De, Nalan Xue, and the Nalan ancestor stood below with their heads lowered, not daring to utter a single word.

"Let's go. Lead the way." Jiang Ming rose and said blandly.

"Where does Young Master wish to go?" Nalan Yu asked softly at his side.

"The Wang Family? The Wu Family? Either one."

Jiang Ming boarded the Nalan Clan's carriage, with Nalan Yu and Jiang Naicha seated on either side of him. Nalan De drove the carriage. Nalan Xue had wanted to come along too, but Jiang Ming refused. Mainly because he did not want to see that tyrannosaur; she would easily ruin his mood.

Outside the Wang Family.

Jiang Ming stepped down from the Nalan Clan's carriage, holding Jiang Naicha's hand in his left. Nalan Yu followed behind him, with Nalan De after her.

"Who are you? Do you not know this is the Wang Family? Leave at once!" the gate guard shouted.

"Impudent! I am Nalan De, head of the Nalan Clan. Tell Wang Qiang to come see me." Hearing the guard bar their way, Nalan De showed no courtesy as he revealed his identity.

"So it is the Nalan Clan Head. Please come in. Kindly wait a moment while I notify the family head." The guard smiled ingratiatingly, led Jiang Ming and the others to a pavilion, then went to report.

Before long, a burly man with the back of a tiger and waist of a bear strode over and laughed heartily. "Brother Nalan, have you thought it through? Come, let's go to the main hall. Brother Wu is waiting there." The Brother Wu he spoke of was the Wu Family head, Wu Zhong.

Wang Family Main Hall.

The Wu Family head looked frail and emaciated, all skin and bones.

Jiang Ming did not waste words. Golden light blazed from his Golden Eyes, and crimson Sun Power spread through the Wang Family Main Hall. A crushing pressure filled the hall, instantly forcing Wang Qiang and Wu Zhong to the ground on their knees. Jiang Naicha and the others felt no pressure whatsoever, only an unusual warmth. Nalan Yu even felt a trace of warmth in her icy body.

Wang Qiang and Wu Zhong were both terrified. They were each at the Qi Gathering Realm, Ninth Stage, yet they did not even have the strength to resist.

"You..." Before Wu Zhong could finish speaking, Jiang Ming increased the pressure. Wu Zhong went from kneeling to lying flat, his old face making intimate contact with the floor.

Wang Qiang was so frightened that he did not dare breathe loudly, until a white-haired old man entered the main hall and said mildly, "Little friend, to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, First Stage at such a young age, your talent is truly extraordinary. May I ask how my Wang Family offended you before?"

"No..." Jiang Ming had just begun to speak when he sensed a black shadow attacking from behind.