95: Chapter 95 Why Don't You Kneel?!

Dead silence. Inside the vast main hall of the Management Hall, the smell of blood permeated the air.

Steward Wang Taian's massive corpse lay in a pool of blood, his eyes, unable to close even in death, staring fixedly at the ceiling. A gaping hole in his neck was still bubbling with hot blood.

Yang Liu, standing to the side, had her chest heaving violently.

Her long, narrow peach-blossom eyes were wide open, staring intently at the steel throwing knife nailed into the blue stone pillar, her eyes filled with undisguised shock and disbelief.

A blade hidden within a blade, True Essence turned into a blade!

What kind of terrifying Martial Skill attainment was this? And what kind of deep, sinister scheming was this?!

If Steward Wang Taian had been desperate before he died, then at this moment, what surged in Yang Liu's heart was a deep wariness toward the man before her.

She had originally thought that by killing Steward Wang Taian, she could rest easy in Servant District 666, but now it seemed that might not be the case...

"You..." Yang Liu, who was standing to the side, was shocked beyond belief. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her voice carrying a hint of uncontrollable trembling. "Little Qin, did I underestimate you?"

How could the person before her be a newcomer who had just stepped into Qi Refining Level 1?

That kind of ruthlessness, decisiveness, and abnormal combat power—even against someone at the Second Level of Qi Refining, he could probably bite off a piece of their flesh.

Hearing Yang Liu's exclamation, Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He walked unhurriedly to the blue stone pillar, reached out and pulled down the steel throwing knife, casually wiped the blood off on Steward Wang Taian's brocade robe, and then turned his head, a gentle smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"How could you say that?"

Qin Feng replied, his tone revealing three parts humility. He said, "It was all because your poison was effective, causing his True Essence to collapse and leaving him in agony. Otherwise, how could I have succeeded so easily against a Qi Refining Stage 3 expert in his prime?"

Yang Liu gave him a deep look. She was an extremely intelligent woman and naturally would not truly believe Qin Feng's nonsense that couldn't even fool a ghost.

However, Steward Wang Taian was dead after all. That great mountain that had pressed down on her head for many years had finally collapsed with a crash.

From now on, the Management Hall of Servant District 666 would be her, Yang Liu's, world.

Thinking of this, the wariness in Yang Liu's eyes was quickly replaced by ecstasy and burning ambition.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and was just about to speak to arrange the subsequent aftermath.

"Swish—" Suddenly, a broad and powerful arm reached out without warning, and then immediately wrapped around Yang Liu's slender, willow-like waist.

A sense of oppression mixed with a faint scent of blood instantly enveloped her entire being.

"Oh my, what are you doing?"

Yang Liu trembled all over, struggled symbolically, and fell into Qin Feng's arms, half-resisting and half-yielding, coquettishly saying, "There is still a pile of things outside waiting for me to handle. Although Steward Wang Taian is dead, there are still quite a few of his trusted cronies in the Management Hall. If we don't take the opportunity tonight to root them out, a mutiny will inevitably break out tomorrow morning!"

"Hurry and let me go, there are important matters to attend to..."

"Important matters?"

Qin Feng looked down at the delicate and charming woman in his arms, who appeared even more naturally seductive because power was about to be within her grasp. A flash of aggressive light flickered in his deep black eyes.

Qin Feng kissed her two alluring red lips directly, wantonly tasting the sweetness. A moment later, he slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse and domineering: "No rush, the matter of taking over the Management Hall can be discussed later!"

"Mmph... You madman..."

Yang Liu eventually gave up struggling, letting herself sink into the revelry of victory.

After one night.

When the morning light of the next day tore through the lead-gray clouds and sprinkled over the sky above Servant District 666, a bloody transfer of power had already been completed silently.

Several of Steward Wang Taian's die-hard cronies were secretly executed in their sleep last night by people arranged by Yang Liu.

As for the original steward, Steward Wang Taian, he was reported truthfully to the higher-ups of the Hehuan Sect by Yang Liu under the pretext of "Qi Deviation and missing."

The Sect did not care at all about the life or death of a steward in the bottom-tier Servant District; they only cared about whether enough resources could be handed over on time every month.

Therefore, as someone at Qi Refining Stage 3 who also knew the various affairs of the Management Hall like the back of her hand, Yang Liu naturally became the new acting steward of Servant District 666.

At noon that day, the sun was scorching, but in the spacious Martial Arts Arena in front of the Management Hall, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it could drip water.

Hundreds of armored guards and leaders of the various Servant District sections were all gathered here.

Everyone kept their heads bowed, not even daring to breathe loudly.

In the air, there still faintly lingered the faint smell of blood left over from the purge of Steward Wang Taian's remnants last night.

"Creak—" The main gate of the main hall was pushed open from the inside.

Yang Liu was dressed in a gorgeous dark red brocade robe symbolizing the status of steward, wearing a jade hairpin. Surrounded by over a dozen personal guards, she walked with a proud and dignified pace, slowly walking onto the high platform of the Martial Arts Arena.

She looked down from a high vantage point at the dark mass of people below, her long, narrow peach-blossom eyes flashing with the intoxicated light of controlling everything.

This was the taste of power!!!

"Everyone!" Yang Liu's cold and dignified voice, wrapped in True Essence, instantly spread to every corner of the Martial Arts Arena. She said with dignity, "Steward Wang Taian has suffered from Qi Deviation during his Cultivation and is currently missing. The Sect has ordered that starting from today, the Management Hall of Servant District 666 will be fully managed by me!"

"No matter who you obeyed before, from now on, in this territory, my rules are the only rules! Those who submit will prosper, those who resist will perish!"

A round of murderous daily lecture left the people below with scalp-tingling fear.

After the lecture ended, a personal guard standing at the very front, extremely perceptive, drew his waist saber, knelt on one knee, and shouted, "Subordinate pays respects to Steward Yang, willing to go through fire and water for you, Steward!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" With someone taking the lead, hundreds of guards and Menial Laborers in the Martial Arts Arena, like wheat being cut down, all knelt in a row.

"Pay respects to Steward Yang!" The deafening shouts soared straight into the clouds.

Yang Liu stood on the high platform, closing her eyes and enjoying the extreme pleasure of being submitted to by the masses.

However, when she slowly opened her eyes and her gaze swept over the kneeling crowd below, the smile on her Face suddenly froze.

Everyone in the arena knelt down to pay respects, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground to show their loyalty.

Only Qin Feng did not kneel. He was wearing a capable black warrior uniform, arms crossed over his chest, his posture as straight as a pine, standing proudly in the first row like a crane in a flock of chickens.

The other party not only did not kneel but even calmly met Yang Liu's gaze on the high platform. In the midst of the dark, kneeling crowd, that solitary, proud, and upright figure appeared so glaring, so rebellious!

The guards kneeling around him caught a glimpse of this scene and were all so scared that they gasped, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.

Was this Qin Feng crazy? Yang Liu had just taken office, and it was the time to establish her authority; how dared he openly defy the Steward's Face?!

Yang Liu's gaze narrowed slightly, a flash of anger flickering in her eyes. She stared coldly at the person below and asked, "Why do you not kneel?"

In her cold voice, there was already a trace of the pressure of a Qi Refinement Stage cultivator, crushing toward Qin Feng like a physical force.