53: Zhang Heiba, the concoctioner of blood wine

Soft breeze entwines, candles warm the spring night, a light drink and low whispers as the moon slants.

"System! Claim reward!"

"Ding! The Host is a beast in human clothing, refusing to return the ancient Jade Slip to Chu Yuer, not abiding by the previous agreement, violating the agreement, and using this as an excuse to coerce Chu Yuer into sleeping with him."

"Reward obtained: One Dao Spirit Spring, one Emperor-Grade Evil Devil Seal."

"Dao Spirit Spring: Born in a place rich with Dao, its spring eye is like a Dragon, its water is glazed, and when it flows, it is accompanied by the sound of the Dao. Drinking it can cleanse the marrow and purify the veins..."

"Evil Devil Emperor Seal: An Emperor-Grade Seal Art, sacrificing one's Divine Soul to fuse with the Origin of ten thousand devils... Once formed, heaven and earth lose their color, devil shadows obscure the sky, and countless devil shadows emerge..."

"Detecting that the current location is suitable for setting up the Dao Spirit Spring. Do you wish to set it up?"

"Set it up!"

"Ding! The Dao Spirit Spring has replaced the backyard well, setup complete!"

"It can be like this!"

Qin Wushang was surprised.

The Dao Spirit Spring is a rare Heaven And Earth Treasure for creatures just embarking on cultivation.

He could use it to brew wine, adding some medicinal ingredients, and indeed brew many good wines.

The System's notification sound faded in his mind, and his arm subconsciously tightened around the soft, smooth body in his embrace.

"Ying ning~"

Chu Yuer was startled by his movement, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, the absurd and passionate scenes from last night uncontrollably resurfaced in her mind, causing her ears to instantly flush crimson.

She buried her burning face deep into the brocade quilt, her body stiff, even holding her breath.

"If you're awake, get up."

Qin Wushang's voice came from above her head, carrying a hint of post-coital laziness and matter-of-factness.

His rough palm unconsciously stroked her smooth back, causing the person beneath him to shiver subtly.

"Since you've also come here, it's perfect. With your status as a Princess, help find some reliable people to clean this place up."

"En~"

Chu Yuer's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, still not daring to look up.

She struggled to get up from his embrace, but her expression changed slightly as she strained a certain sore spot.

"Hiss!"

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her movements became even slower and clumsier, with a unique fragility characteristic of one who had just experienced the 'rain and dew'.

Suddenly!

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the already not-so-sturdy main door of the Old Tavern was violently smashed open by a huge force, sending wood splinters flying!

Seven or eight burly men with scarred faces directly rushed into the Old Tavern.

The leader had a ferocious saber scar that almost traversed his entire face, and his eyes were fierce.

"Li Wuyou! Get out here, you bastard!"

The scarred man's voice was like a booming bell as he roared.

Qin Wushang slowly walked out.

His eyes turned cold, and he said, "Li Wuyou is dead. This place now belongs to me. Get out."

"Belongs to you?"

The scarred man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, taking a sudden step forward and slamming his fan-like hand heavily on a nearby table, making the bowls and dishes clatter.

"Kid, do you know who this master is?"

"Exactly! Do you know who we are?"

The burly men shouted in unison.

"Get out within three breaths."

Qin Wushang scoffed, his words light.

He could tell at a glance the cultivation of these people; the strongest was only the scarred man.

Only at the Divine Power Realm!

As for the rest, they were either at the Dao Palace Realm or the Cave Heaven Realm!

"You tell him! Who I am!"

The scarred man shouted.

"Listen up! Our boss is Zhang Heiba, the fiercest general under Brother Duan Kun, the head steward of the Murong Estate!"

The burly men shouted together.

Zhang Heiba shook his head proudly, threw the gleaming ghost-head saber from his waist onto the table, and eyed Qin Wushang askance.

"I don't care how Li Wuyou died!"

"This place, he tricked it out of a servant from our Murong family back then, so it doesn't count!"

"If you want to settle down here, you'll have to pay ten thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones annually, and then I'll cover you!"

At this moment, Chu Yuer, enduring her discomfort, staggered out of the inner room.

Her cloud-like hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks still bore traces of a lingering blush, and her eyes, as they moved, exuded a natural charm and allure.

How could Zhang Heiba and the others have ever seen such a beauty?

For a moment, they were all dumbfounded!

"Hehehe..."

Zhang Heiba licked his dry lips and leered.

"If you really can't come up with the Spirit Stones, then let this little lady accompany our brothers for some fun..."

Saliva flew, and before he could finish his sentence, the saber on the table disappeared.

A cold Saber Qi flashed, striking upwards diagonally at a speed impossible for the naked eye to catch!

The lewd smile on Zhang Heiba's face instantly froze.

The next moment, his body split neatly down the middle, blood bursting forth like fireworks, splashing all over the faces of the strong men behind him!

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"B-boss..."

One person was the first to recover, pointing at Qin Wushang, his voice distorted by extreme fear.

"You killed the boss... You're finished... The Murong family won't let you go... Boss Duan won't..."

"Noisy!"

Qin Wushang's tone was indifferent, his hand raising and dropping the saber!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Like cutting melons and vegetables, sharp Saber Qi crisscrossed, and dismembered limbs mixed with screams splattered everywhere.

In just two or three breaths, the only one left standing was the burly man with the lowest cultivation, at the Cave Heaven Realm.

He collapsed to the ground, wetting himself.

"Get back!"

"Tell your superiors, the land deed is in my hands, I, Qin Wushang, have taken this place, and Li Wuyou also died by my hand."

"If you disagree, feel free to come here and say so."

Qin Wushang spared one person.

That person scrambled away, fleeing at the fastest possible speed!

"Young Master, do you really intend to take over this place for business?"

Chu Yuer asked in a low voice.

"That's right!"

Qin Wushang nodded, glancing at the corpses on the ground.

Dealing with them would be a hassle!

He thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea for recycling, wanting to try it out.

Refining blood wine!

Then, with a thought, the wine immortal pot floated out, its mouth aimed at the scattered corpses on the ground.

"Om..."

The wine immortal pot trembled slightly, emitting a hazy glow and creating a powerful suction force, absorbing the flesh and blood from the ground.

"As for the manpower, arrange it as soon as possible."

Qin Wushang turned and instructed Chu Yuer.