NOVPUBHearing Steward Mo’s words, almost everyone present collapsed onto the ground.
Some couldn’t believe it.
"Dead, all dead," people said with blank expressions, constantly shaking their heads.
Xu Zimei, however, slightly furrowed his brow; the events indeed had taken an unexpected turn.
"Grieve properly, I had already told you this beforehand," Steward Mo said, shaking his head dispassionately.
He continued, "The inheritance is not so easily obtained, and the City Lord is also prepared to seal it away."
At this moment, the atmosphere in the great hall was very tranquil.
No one spoke, despite being mentally prepared beforehand.
Yet, inside, they found it impossible to accept this outcome.
"Rest for a while, later I will have the servants take you out of the mansion," Steward Mo said blandly.
"At that time, I can give each of you ten Spirit Stones, as a small consolation."
Watching Steward Mo’s departing figure, Xu Zimei and Situ Yunfei exchanged a glance before their silhouettes disappeared into the crowd.
Steward Mo, stepping out from the great hall, sneered and then headed towards his own room in the inner courtyard.
The spring breeze was gentle, and the willow trees on both sides gracefully waved their branches.
The benefits he derived from this incident were countless.
This was all a well-conceived trap.
If it weren’t for the concern over the impact being too significant, they wouldn’t have needed to go to such lengths, using the inheritance as bait.
Upon returning to his little courtyard, just as Steward Mo was opening the door,
he saw a figure standing by the window inside the room.
"Who are you?" Steward Mo asked, frowning.
As he spoke, his figure started to step back, moving towards the exit of the courtyard.
"Someone who’s here for your life," Situ Yunfei scoffed, sweeping out with a grand motion of his hand.
Boundless Spiritual Energy crushed down in his grip.
Feeling the might of the Emperor Pulse Realm emanating from the other, Steward Mo’s complexion drastically changed.
To know that within the City of Fearlessness, even the City Lord was merely at the peak of the Emperor Pulse Realm.
He didn’t even dare to fight back, fleeing as fast as he could.
"You might as well stay," at that moment, Xu Zimei’s voice came from the entrance.
A Blade Qi struck directly at Steward Mo’s waist, sending him flying into the room.
The room’s door closed slowly, and Steward Mo looked at the two people before him, swallowing hard.
Xu Zimei took a seat at the table in the room and poured himself a cup of tea,
Sipping his tea, he said leisurely, "Start talking."
"Talking about what?" Steward Mo asked, puzzled.
As the Blade Qi struck, Steward Mo hadn’t even seen the sword being drawn, not having any chance to react.
One of his fingers was chopped off in an instant.
"From now on, if any answer you give me is unsatisfactory, I’ll chop off one of your fingers,"
Xu Zimei spoke indifferently: "Adding up both hands and feet, it seems you have twenty chances.
No rush, let’s take our time."
"Are you the family members of those young girls who came today?" Steward Mo quickly caught on.
Recognizing Xu Zimei and the others as familiar faces, he had guessed this much,
He then shook his head and sighed, "Why bother with this?
They willingly accepted the inheritance, and I had explained beforehand.
How can you blame me for this!"
As soon as Steward Mo finished speaking, another Blade Qi passed,
Steward Mo clutched his second severed finger, crying out in agony.
"Talk about something I’m interested in," Xu Zimei continued, sipping his tea.
"I really don’t know," Steward Mo said, his face twisted in pain as he shook his head.
With a clang, a third finger was cut off.
"Let me remind you, after the twenty fingers and toes are gone, the next time it will be your head,"
Xu Zimei said calmly.
As he spoke, he slowly drew the Tyrant Shadow from behind his back.
Gently wiping the sharp blade.
"Wait a moment," Steward Mo hastily took a step back and said to Xu Zimei.
"Do you all know something?"
"I only know that if I am not satisfied with the outcome of this matter, then I will have no choice but to destroy the entire City of Fearlessness," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"I don’t know what role you played in this incident or how much you gained from it.
But if you lose your life, what use are those benefits?
Or do you think your City Lord can save you?"
"You are declaring war against Lu Kingdom," Steward Mo said, his voice trembling slightly.
"As a person, I am quite fair.
I don’t go declaring war without any reason," Xu Zimei said calmly.
"But if someone provokes me, how about annihilating the Slaughter Tribe?"
"Madmen, you are all madmen," Steward Mo took a deep breath and said in fear.
He had never expected Xu Zimei to make such a statement about wiping out the Slaughter Tribe.
What the thirty-six kingdoms represent on the Northern Continent is an answer known by many in their hearts.
The extinction of a race, continuing its development for millions of years, is no easy feat.
But it was exactly this kind of lunatic statement from Xu Zimei that scared him.
Because such people have no fear in their hearts.
"You must promise me one thing, and if I tell you, you will let me go," Steward Mo said.
"Alright, I just want to know where those children have gone," Xu Zimei nodded.
"They were taken to refine medicine," Steward Mo paused for a moment before replying.
"Refine medicine?" Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
"Because the son of the Lu Kingdom’s City Lord of Fearlessness, our Young City Master Lu Feiyang,
he has practiced a nefarious cultivation technique.
Right now, he’s at a critical moment in his breakthrough and needs the fresh blood of fifty children born on the seventh day of the seventh month as a medicinal catalyst.
Only then can he make an even closer approach to the breakthrough."
Steward Mo explained.
"We also used the inheritance as a cover to lure those with the right conditions here."
"Have they already died?" Xu Zimei asked.
"No, they are in the basement; you might still make it in time if you go now," Steward Mo quickly replied.
"Lead the way," Xu Zimei exchanged a glance with Situ Yunfei and said calmly.
...
Coming out of the courtyard where Steward Mo lived, Xu Zimei followed closely behind him.
He had also warned Steward Mo not to play any tricks.
His blade does not have eyes.
According to what Steward Mo said, those children should all be detained beneath the courtyard where Lu Feiyang lived.
Below was a secret chamber, a chamber exclusively for Lu Feiyang to practice his cultivation.
Because the cultivation technique he practiced was utterly nefarious, he had always been extremely cautious, not daring to reveal it and let others realize it.
When Steward Mo led the two of them to the courtyard where Lu Feiyang lived,
they saw that the surroundings of the courtyard were densely surrounded by guards.
"Steward Mo, is there something the matter?"
At the entrance, a man in black armor stopped the few who wanted to enter.
He asked in a cold voice.
"General Heng, it’s the Young City Master who summoned me inside," Steward Mo quickly bowed and said with a smile.
"The Young City Master summoned you inside?" the man named Lu Heng snorted coldly.
"Why am I not aware of this?
You cannot go in now."
