241: Chapter 241 Closing the door to beat the dog! The maid-outfit butler is forced into the water!

Hundreds of Iron Fist Sect elites crashed into the pitch-black wall of metallic vines like headless flies.

Hard barbs instantly pierced the bodies of the few people at the front; blood gushed out, staining the bluestone slabs on the ground red.

"Mercy! Lord Su, have mercy!"

"We were all forced here by Hua Tianxiong, it has nothing to do with us!"

Desperate cries echoed through Locust Tree Alley, the pleas for mercy merging into one.

Su Yang sat on his rocking chair, coldly watching the living hell outside the gate.

He never had an ounce of sympathy for these Jianghu scum who lived by violence. If he had been an ordinary person today, the women in the courtyard would have long since been tortured to death.

"Big Black, pick those with high cultivation to use as fertilizer. For the rest, cripple all their Dantians."

Su Yang's tone was flat, as if he were ordering the disposal of trash.

“Hiss—!”

The Soul-Devouring Black Demon Flower waved its vines excitedly. Over a dozen thick metallic tentacles, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, precisely pierced the Dantians of dozens of Inner Strength experts.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of dried corpses collapsed to the ground and turned to ash.

The remaining hundreds of ordinary Disciples were scared out of their wits. They knelt in unison, kowtowing frantically, having lost even the courage to flee.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The vines transformed into a sky full of whip shadows, precisely striking everyone's lower abdomen. Screams rose and fell as hundreds of people were instantly crippled, clutching their stomachs and rolling on the ground.

“Steward Qin.” Su Yang turned to look at Qin Xueji in his arms.

Qin Xueji was still wearing her black and white maid outfit, her delicate body pressed tightly against Su Yang's chest. Hearing his call, she quickly looked up, her stunning face filled with awe.

“Boss, I'm here.”

“The Iron Fist Sect's lair must have plenty of loot. Tomorrow, send people to strip the place bare. Take all these cripples to the black coal mines under the Qin Family's name to dig coal until they die of exhaustion.”

“Yes, Boss.” Qin Xueji nodded immediately. As the helmsman of a hundred-billion-dollar conglomerate, she was well-versed in handling such matters.

Su Yang released his hold on Qin Xueji and gave her pert nose a playful scratch.

“You performed well tonight, not screaming in fear. Following me in the future, scenes like this will be commonplace.”

Qin Xueji's cheeks flushed slightly. She lightly bit her red lip and replied in a low voice, “As long as I am by Boss's side, Xueji is afraid of nothing.”

“Alright, the show is over. Go back and sleep.” Su Yang stood up from the rocking chair.

Chu Ling floated to Su Yang's side, her ice-blue gown swaying in the night wind. She reached out to hook Su Yang's arm, her warm skin pressing against his.

“Boss, I performed well today, didn't I? Is there a reward?” Chu Ling blinked her ice-blue eyes, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Mary squeezed in from the side, bumping Chu Ling away with her hip, and leaned her proud, full curves toward Su Yang.

“Boss is biased! You didn't even give me a chance to act today! I want compensation tonight—I want to sleep in your bed!”

“Get lost, don't push your luck.”

Su Yang slapped Mary's pert buttocks in annoyance, drawing a coquettish whine from the blonde Vampire.

Su Yang directly ignored this female hooligan and walked over to sit beside Bai Li.

Bai Li held a cup of spiritual tea, watching the group's antics with a smile.

“Hubby, the Iron Fist Sect matter is settled. Is it time to prepare for the trip to the Kunlun Mountains?” Bai Li asked softly.

Su Yang took a sip from his teacup.

“No rush. It's too late today. Have Qin Xueji prepare a private jet tomorrow morning. Who knows what surprises are hidden in the glacier cracks of Death Valley. Though we emptied the Immortal Palace's outer perimeter, there's bound to be more good stuff in the core area.”

Su Yang's gaze was deep as he looked up at the starlit night sky.

At this moment, Jiangzhou City had fallen into a total silence.

But thousands of miles away, deep in the mountains of Miaojiang...

Inside an eerie palace made of white bones...

Ghostly green fires burned all around, emitting a pungent stench of rotting corpses.

A figure completely shrouded in a black robe suddenly opened his eyes and crushed a black life tablet in his hand.

“Hua Tianxiong is dead? Even the Blood-Fiend Corpse Gu I lent him was crushed...”

The Black-Robed Person's voice was hoarse and bone-chilling, his eyes flashing with green light in the darkness.

“That Blood-Fiend Corpse Gu was raised by me using the heart's blood of over a hundred young boys and girls! I intended to lend it to Hua Tianxiong to deal with those tough characters in Jiangzhou and suck back some Qi and blood from the strong. I didn't expect it to be destroyed!”

The Grand Elder stood up in anger, his black robes fluttering without wind. Countless venomous insects crawled out from the gaps in the bones beneath his feet, so densely packed it would make anyone's skin crawl.

“Pass down my order! Even if you have to turn Jiangnan Province upside down, find the person who destroyed my Gu!”

Several Disciples nearby, covered in poisonous sores, knelt in terror and kowtowed repeatedly.

“As you command, Grand Elder!”

“Also, immediately send word by carrier pigeon to the evil cultivator sects in the Central Plains. Tell them a fat sheep carrying great treasures has appeared in Jiangnan Province, and even the Iron Fist Sect fell there. Muddy the waters; I will personally go to Jiangzhou to use that arrogant fool's flesh and blood to cultivate a new King of Corpse Gu!”

Shifting back to the No. 44 Courtyard in Locust Tree Alley.

As the night deepened, Su Yang led the women into the folded space in the backyard—the Immortal Palace Outer Realm.

Pushing open the purple-gold gates, the interior was still filled with dense Spiritual Qi, bright as day.

Su Yang walked straight toward the Immortal Palace on the main peak.

Having just gone through a slaughter—though it didn't even count as a warm-up—taking a hot bath to relax was always good.

In the immortal pool, the milky-white spiritual liquid emitted an intoxicating floral fragrance.

Su Yang shed his clothes and leaned against the warm jade steps.

A few seconds later, the sound of splashing water echoed.

Ji Ruxue had changed into a transparent, thin gauze bathrobe. With an exaggerated sway of her water-snake waist, she slid directly into the pool. Though her hundred-thousand-year cultivation was suppressed, her skills in serving people were peak-level.

A pair of soft, boneless white hands gently rested on Su Yang's shoulders, pressing his Acupoints with exquisite technique.

“Master, the way you showed off your might outside today truly charmed this servant to death.” Ji Ruxue breathed like orchids, her full bosom deliberately rubbing against Su Yang's back.

“Stop flattering me. As the Sect Master of the Joyful Union Sect, do you have no other special skills besides massaging shoulders?” Su Yang closed his eyes, his tone lazy.

“Whatever special skills Master wishes to see, this servant naturally possesses them all.”

Ji Ruxue gave a charming laugh, preparing to make a further move.

“Plop!”

Another splash of water.

Mary, wearing a black lace bikini, dove directly to the bottom of the water. Like a mermaid, she swam in front of Su Yang, emerged halfway from the surface, and hugged Su Yang's waist.

“Old Demoness, get out of the way! Master's front belongs to me!” Mary declared her sovereignty without hesitation.

Chu Ling had also changed into a conservative white one-piece swimsuit. With a blushing face, she walked down the steps and obediently pressed against Su Yang's other side, her warm skin touching his arm.

Only Qin Xueji remained in her black and white maid outfit, holding a tray of washed, top-tier Vermilion Fruits, standing respectfully by the pool. She didn't dare enter the water, watching the playfulness in the pool with a gaze that was both envious and shy.

Su Yang opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Qin Xueji, a wicked smile curling his lips.

“Steward Qin, why are you standing up there? Your clothes are soaked; why not come down and wash with us?”

Qin Xueji looked down. Splashed by the water just now, her thin maid outfit was already clinging tightly to her body, making the black lace underneath faintly visible.

She flushed deep red with shame, yet she did not dare disobey Su Yang's command.

“Yes... Boss.”

Biting her red lip, she took off her high heels and extended her long, straight legs in black silk, carefully dipping them into the pool water.