CHAPTER 144
The Steward's Duties
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At Tingsyun Ravine, Su Cheng and Yu Lan were having a heart-to-heart chat with Wang Ee-ee.
Wang Ee-ee was still reeling from Yulan's hammer strike, his mind a bit dazed!
After just two exchanges, Wang Ee-ee had already taken three more slashes.
"Wait, young lady, I've been living in seclusion here. When did I ever cross paths with either of you?"
The small knife in Yu Lan's hand was also system-generated—a brand-new ruby butterfly knife!
Yu Lan had never seen such a thing before, but she loved it!
Her husband possessed many novel gadgets she'd never encountered before!
Beyond that, Su Cheng taught Yu Lan how to wield it. Yu Lan proved exceptionally gifted, grasping it instantly. The sharp butterfly knife felt perfectly natural in her hands.
Paired with the contemptuous sneer on that female brat's face right now, she felt like her buff was maxed out!
"You didn't provoke us."
Wang Ee-ee knelt on one knee. Even with his Transformation Core cultivation, he was still human, not immortal. Multiple knife wounds made him bleed.
"Then why did you two insist on hurting me?"
Su Cheng heard this and realized something was off. He hurriedly explained, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding.
"No, no, no! Wang… uh… right? You've got the wrong idea!"
Yu Lan smiled and chimed in quickly.
"Exactly, exactly! You've got it all wrong. We never meant to hurt you."
Wang Er Er was dumbfounded. Were these two people out of their minds? Why did they seem both foolish and malicious?
"Then what exactly are you doing?"
Su Cheng curled his lips, spread his hands, and stated bluntly, "We came to kill you."
Wang Ee Ee's heart skipped a beat. This woman's cultivation was likely above the Fusion stage. Judging by her attitude toward that man, he was probably even more unfathomable!
Even if you beat him to death, Wang Ee Ee wouldn't believe the man was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage. He was definitely suppressing his cultivation on purpose!
"I've done nothing to you. Why kill me?"
Su Cheng was the antagonist. Though his face now bore a serene, peach-blossom-like calm, the thought of his disciples having been consumed by hatred all these years left him utterly devoid of pity for these people.
"Does having no grudge against us mean we can't kill you?"
At these words, Wang Ee Ee, though puzzled, prepared to strike!
In an instant, he channeled his immortal arts, sending a flying sword streaking through the air before gripping it firmly in his hand!
Even if he was no match, Wang Ee Ee wasn't a fool—he had no intention of sitting idly by and waiting for death!
It must be said that though Wang Ee was also at the Nascent Soul stage, his strength far surpassed Liu Jingcheng's!
The sheer pressure radiating from him clearly surpassed that of a typical Nascent Soul cultivator. When he swung his sword, even Yu Lan was forced to step back half a pace, avoiding a direct clash.
"He's getting desperate."
Su Cheng didn't mind. Seeing Yu Lan's expression, he knew she was in a playful mood.
Though unconcerned, he still cautioned, "If Yulan enjoys it, play with him a bit—just don’t kill him. I still have questions to ask him."
Meanwhile, at another sacred site, Xu Zhanfeng—known for his efficiency—was already wrapping up his work.
So while mixed teams might not be tiring, efficiency certainly suffers.
[Zhanfeng, how's it going over there?]
[Rest assured, everything is proceeding smoothly.]
Gazing at the Demon Clan powerhouse pinned to the altar by the God-Slaying Blade, Xu Zhanfeng said nothing. He simply proceeded to kill the man's wife and daughters one by one, right before his very eyes.
"I beg you, spare the child! Let me take all the blame…"
A blade fell…
"Ah! You beast!"
Xu Zhanfeng was known for his ruthlessness and few words. Following the Grand Lord's orders, he intended to make the Demon Clan power witness utter despair through the most brutal means possible!
It wasn't about regaining his pride or abusing his power. Xu Zhanfeng was simply a man of few words. Since arriving in this sacred realm, he hadn't uttered a single sentence. He killed without mercy, sparing no one.
This was his job. Nothing more. He was simply skilled at it.
Compared to running businesses or managing inns, this was where his true skill lay.
He cared little for the Demon Clan powerhouse's impotent rage. He was never a good man to begin with. This was the essence of cultivating immortality—devoid of the beauty people fantasized about.
If there was any, it was like the two grandmothers. For ordinary mortals to become immortals, they could only tread upon the corpses of countless fellow cultivators to attain enlightenment.
Xu Zhanfeng, standing but a step away from immortality, understood this well. The hardest obstacle on the path to immortality wasn't the bottlenecks in cultivation.
It was the endless stream of scheming villains who approached with painted, deceitful faces. Surrounded by countless malicious intentions, they sought to drown him, to pull him down from the path to immortality.
And he had already lost his chance at immortality once.
"You beast! Kill me if you dare!"
Still silent, Xu Zhanfeng quietly removed the ring and earrings from the corpse's body, then searched for any other valuables or magical treasures.
This task was no simple matter, demanding meticulous attention. A single lapse could mean overlooking the magical artifact stored within the spirit platform.
The First Lady likely wouldn't care for these trinkets, but they could fetch some money.
The Demon Clan powerhouse had been stripped of his vital organs; death was only a matter of moments. Xu Zhanfeng hadn't killed him merely to make him witness the slaughter of everyone else.
He wanted the demon to understand that opposing the Lingxian Hall was not wise.
He was forced to listen intently to the wails of his wife and daughters, to relive every reason he had provoked the Lingxian Hall.
Xu Zhanfeng felt nothing for this. He wasn't a bloodthirsty man; torturing these women and children brought him no pleasure whatsoever.
One by one, they were dragged before the Demon Clan great being. Their eyes were gouged out, every bone broken—yet their ability to scream was preserved.
He laid each corpse before the Demon Clan powerhouse, dismembering them one by one, crushing their souls.
At this moment, surveying the corpses strewn across the ground outside the altar, one could say those people were fortunate—at least they had been spared the torment.
Truly, as one of the Twelve Great Demon Clan Sovereigns, even when gutted like fish, their entrails torn out, they could still witness the entire execution process intact.
Xu Zhanfeng had now executed all seventy-four Demon Clan followers connected to the great Demon Clan power, right before his eyes.
Xu Zhanfeng sat upon a chair resembling a throne, watching the Demon Clan powerhouse.
He wept, tears spilling from eyes bloodshot with fury.
Whether from fear or rage, his teeth chattered.
Xu Zhanfeng spoke—his first utterance since arriving at this sacred place.
"Regret it?"
"Who are you?" The Demon Clan powerhouse uttered these words, sounding like a compromise, yet also like resignation. He himself didn't know why he spoke them.
At this moment, it seemed too late for words, yet no matter how he pondered, he could not fathom what had provoked this mighty being.
Yet he still yearned to know what mistake had led to this…
"My name is Xu Zhanfeng, an attendant of Lingxian Hall. I have been commanded by the Hall's leader to purge this sacred place and kill you in the most brutal manner possible."
Yet even after Xu Zhanfeng introduced himself, the Demon Clan powerhouse had never heard of the Lingxian Hall.
Not only was the Southern Domain thousands of miles away, but the Lingxian Hall was merely a minor sect with only a handful of members.
"I've never heard of any Lingxian Hall! I have no grudge against your sect!"
However, to drive a wedge between them, Su Cheng whispered four words to Xu Zhanfeng: "Fox Demon King's blood."
Xu Zhanfeng didn't understand the significance, though he suspected it had something to do with the First Lady. But since the Patriarch didn't elaborate, he wouldn't pry.
Rising slowly, he stepped over the scattered flesh as he walked and spoke.
"Do you know the Fox Demon King's Blood? Having come this far, I certainly won't have come to the wrong place."
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