139: Chapter 139 Provoking the Wrong Powerful Being! The City Lord Sacrifices His Own Family for the Righteous Cause

Zhang Ruowei stared at the scholar in green robes before her.

She did not ask any further questions.

A smart person knows when to stop.

The Central Continent is vast, and our caravan is headed to Mud City.

If you are heading in the same direction, Young Master, why not travel together?

Tang Xun yawned.

We'll see, I'm tired.

He closed the door casually.

Leaving Zhang Ruowei outside the door.

On the walls of Sang City.

A deathly silence lasted for a full half-stick of incense.

Until the night wind blew away the blood mist in the air.

The Cultivators who had survived the disaster finally woke from their stupor.

It was unclear who shouted first.

Earth-shaking cheers erupted like a surging tide.

Some threw away the broken Magical Artifacts in their hands and knelt on the ground, wailing.

Some spat furiously at the headless corpse of the Yao Beast King.

More people craned their necks, looking around.

They desperately wanted to know which immortal had passed by and casually granted Sang City a chance to survive.

The City Lord leaned on his silver spear, barely able to steady himself.

He wiped the cold sweat from his face.

Uncle Fu, beside him, was in an even worse state; the bleeding from his severed arm had stopped, but he was trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the deep trepidation in the other's eyes.

That red sword light that had sliced through the clouds was beyond their comprehension.

Killing a Tier 3 Yao Beast King was like killing a chicken.

Such heaven-reaching methods were impossible to fathom.

The City Lord swallowed hard, forcing himself to steady his mind.

Pass the order!

He mustered his remaining spiritual energy, and his voice spread across the city walls.

No one is permitted to discuss tonight's events!

Those who disobey will be treated as traitors to the city and executed without mercy!

The city guards acknowledged the order in unison.

The City Lord turned to look at Uncle Fu and lowered his voice.

Old Fu, take men to investigate immediately.

Check every inn and merchant house in the city.

You must find where this Senior is staying.

Remember, do not disturb them; only confirm in secret.

If we can connect with such a great power, Sang City will be worry-free for a hundred years.

Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly, ignoring the pain of his severed arm, and turned to make arrangements.

The backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

The Young City Lord was lying on a soft couch covered with soft golden snow fox fur.

Two pretty Maidservants were massaging his legs.

Outside, the Yao Beast tide was attacking the city in chaos, but here in his courtyard, it was all song and dance.

He was toying with a white jade wine cup in his hand.

His mind was filled with the wild girl he had seen at the market during the day.

That Zhang caravan really doesn't know life from death.

Tomorrow morning, I will personally take men to capture that girl.

Since she refuses to drink the toast of friendship and insists on the toast of punishment, once she is in the mansion, she will get what's coming to her.

He drained his wine cup, laughing in an extremely lewd manner.

He had completely forgotten about Uncle Fu fleeing in panic last night.

In his view, Sang City was his family's backyard.

If the sky fell, his father would hold it up.

The front hall.

The City Lord had just finished dealing with the aftermath of the city's defense and dragged his exhausted body across the threshold.

Uncle Fu greeted him, his face deathly pale.

Did you find them?

The City Lord picked up a teacup, his hand still trembling.

Uncle Fu fell to his knees with a thud.

City Lord, this old servant deserves to die.

Last night... last night, this old servant accompanied the Young Master to the Ping'an Inn to requisition supplies.

We encountered an expert.

This old servant didn't even see the other party's face before being forced back by the pressure of their Divine Sense.

The teacup in the City Lord's hand fell to the ground with a clatter and shattered into pieces.

Boiling tea splashed onto his feet, but he was completely unaware.

Ping'an Inn?

Requisitioning supplies?

He grabbed Uncle Fu by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.

What on earth did that rebellious son do!

Uncle Fu tremblingly recounted the incident of forcibly seizing the blood wolf skins and attempting to abduct Zhang Ruowei last night.

After hearing this, the City Lord felt the world spinning and nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He understood everything now.

That hidden great power was hiding in the Zhang caravan.

His own idiot son had actually gone to rob the great power's goods and wanted to sleep with someone the great power was protecting.

Was he tired of living, or did he want Sang City to die faster?

Come here!

The City Lord let out a beast-like roar.

Bring that beast to me!

The Young City Lord in the backyard was still having wet dreams when he was pinned to the ground by several ferocious guards.

He was tied up and dragged to the front hall.

Father, what are you doing?

I am your own son!

The Young City Lord struggled desperately, shouting loudly.

The City Lord walked up, and without a word, swung his arm and slapped him.

The blow caused half of the Young City Lord's face to swell up, and he spat teeth mixed with blood onto the floor.

I don't have a beast of a son like you who only causes trouble!

The City Lord drew the long sword from the side and pointed it at the Young City Lord's nose.

Usually, when you bully men and women in the city, I turn a blind eye.

But you should never, ever have provoked an existence that even I cannot afford to offend!

The Young City Lord was stunned by the beating, his face full of terror.

Father, who did I provoke?

Isn't it just an outside caravan?

The City Lord laughed in extreme anger.

He couldn't be bothered to say more.

He turned and walked toward the square outside the mansion gate.

Call all the prominent figures in the city.

And the city guards, have them all line up!

Half an hour later.

The square in front of the City Lord's Mansion was packed with people.

No one knew what was happening, and they whispered to each other.

The Young City Lord was dragged onto the high platform and knelt in the middle.

The City Lord stood in front of him and took a deep breath.

Everyone.

The City Lord's voice, amplified by spiritual energy, spread throughout the entire square.

This rebellious son has used his status to bully others and has been corrupt and lawless.

Last night, under the pretext of the Yao Beast siege, he forcibly seized the caravan's supplies.

He even intended to forcibly abduct a young woman.

Such evil deeds are intolerable to heaven and earth!

The Loose Cultivators and merchants below looked at each other.

Did the sun rise from the west?

The City Lord was actually going to execute justice for the sake of the family?

The Young City Lord finally panicked; he crawled over and hugged the City Lord's leg.

Father, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again.

Please spare me this time.

The City Lord kicked him away, a flash of determination in his eyes.

He had to do this.

This was not just to give an explanation to everyone in the city.

It was also to show the great power in the Ping'an Inn.

If the punishment could not satisfy that person, the entire City Lord's Mansion would be buried with him.

Come here!

Abolish all his cultivation!

Accompanied by a shrill scream.

The spiritual energy that the Young City Lord had cultivated for over a decade dissipated, and he became a complete cripple.

Break his legs!

Demote him to a Mortal, and he shall never step out of the City Lord's Mansion for the rest of his life!

The thick punishment rod fell.

The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the quiet square.

The Young City Lord passed out from the pain and was dragged away like a dead dog.

The entire audience was silent.

No one expected the City Lord to be so ruthless.

This was his only heir.

The second floor of the Ping'an Inn.

Tang Xun sat on the windowsill, holding half an unfinished osmanthus cake.

He saw everything that happened in the City Lord's Mansion square clearly, even knowing exactly how many bones the Young City Lord had broken.

He stuffed the remaining half of the osmanthus cake into his mouth and brushed the crumbs off his hands.

This old guy is quite sensible.

Tang Xun chuckled.

Since the other party was so tactful, he couldn't be bothered to go to the City Lord's Mansion.

After all, killing people is also physical labor.

In the lobby downstairs.

Zhang Fugui was holding an abacus and calculating accounts; when he heard the news from outside, he was so shocked that the abacus beads scattered all over the floor.

Ruowei, have you heard?

The Young City Lord has been crippled!

Zhang Fugui slapped his thigh in excitement.

Heaven has opened its eyes; this bully has finally received his retribution!

Zhang Ruowei was wiping her long whip; hearing this, her movements paused.

She looked up at the tightly closed door on the second floor.

Heaven has opened its eyes?

There is no such thing as Heaven opening its eyes in this world.

There is only the anger of the strong, causing blood to flow like a river.

She gripped her long whip tightly, her heart filled with complex emotions.

That man named Wang Debiao.

Why did he protect them all the way?

Could it really just be that he was heading in the same direction?

The sky was bright.

The fiery red morning sun leaped above the horizon, casting its light over this majestic city that had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe.

The bloodstains on the streets had already been washed away.

The vendors set up their stalls again, and cries of hawking rose and fell.

After a brief period of chaos, Sang City quickly returned to its former prosperity.

The Zhang caravan's carriages were already hitched.

The workers were energetically counting the goods.

After this night, they were full of confidence for this trip to the Central Continent.

Zhang Ruowei stood at the entrance of the inn, watching the scholar in green robes walking slowly down the stairs.

He was still in his lazy, half-asleep state.

Young Master Wang Debiao.

Zhang Ruowei went up to greet him, her tone more polite than ever before.

The caravan is ready to set off.

Your carriage is ready, and it has been lined with the softest snow sable fur.

Tang Xun yawned and waved his hand.

No need for such trouble.

He walked over to a cart filled with miscellaneous items, casually cleared a space, and lay down comfortably.

This is fine, it's airy.

Zhang Ruowei looked at his rogue-like behavior and was speechless, swallowing the words of thanks that were on the tip of her tongue.

This person really had no air of an expert at all.

Set off!

Zhang Fugui shouted.

The caravan slowly drove out of the Sang City gate.