Chapter 112

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In which the other side tries to figure out a game plan.

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Huayang City, the Yang family residence.

After what happened at Suiyun Sect, Manor Lord Wei and the others had gone to the Yang family residence in Huayang City.

Manor Lord Wei was more cautious than Pavilion Master Ding. Even though he had fed Sir Yang the drug, he had also kept the person under close watch for a number of years, and even after letting the person go, he still remembered to plant a portion of people to stand guard. Now, practically all of the elders at the Yang family residence were his subordinates and so let them in upon seeing their arrival.

Although those other than the steward weren’t aware of the truth, they knew Manor Lord Wei’s relationship with their young master and so naturally received the group as important guests, while also internally expressing shock at Manor Lord Wei’s missing arm. However, they didn’t dare ask too much, simply obediently lowering their heads to work.

Not many days later, they discovered that more and more people were gradually appearing in the residence.

There was a black-clothed bodyguard, a weak and sickly young sir, a malevolent woman, and a fiendish, demonic man, all solemnly treating this place as if it was their own home, leaving the servants completely baffled. There were some who privately asked the steward and learned that these were people of Jianghu and that it was better not to provoke them. The servant thus curbed their curiosity and didn’t ask any further.

This morning, a young servant girl had just entered the room to refill the tea when she heard a brittle crack echo through the air as Manor Lord Wei suddenly smashed his teacup into pieces, his usual amiable face completely covered with a layer of frost. The steward was also in the room and, upon seeing this, took her outside, indicating that she should work elsewhere. The young servant girl had long already paled in fright and quickly retreated without delay.

The steward then turned around and returned to the room. After a moment of observing Manor Lord Wei, he cautiously said, “Master?”

Manor Lord Wei didn’t speak as he sat there grimly.

The steward could only look beseechingly at another person.

Cong Yun motioned for him to put the teapot down and then sent him away before looking at Manor Lord Wei. “What did the letter say that’s making you so angry?”

Manor Lord Wei handed the letter over to the other. “Ding Yicheng died.”

Cong Yun’s heart skipped a beat, and he hastily accepted the letter, skimming through it rapidly. A peculiar light began to shine uncontrollably from his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and asked, “The Yang family’s child?”

Manor Lord Wei nodded, his expression still as grim as before.

If he had known at the time that the child they saved wasn’t part of the Yang family, or if he had perceived that Ah-Xiao had another identity previously, then how could they have been forced down to this level?

Right now, it already wasn’t important whose family’s child Ah-Xiao was; the important thing was that Ding Yicheng had died, and that he had admitted his guilt before his death. This didn’t just ruin their previously agreed upon plans of “enduring humiliation for the sake of justice for a few years” but had thoroughly destroyed all his hopes of making a comeback!

Cong Yun’s hands clenched the letter, while his mind was entirely filled with that beautiful and stunning face.

Regarding this incident from start to finish, after he became aware of all the things that person did, he felt a certain thrill quickly spread through from his chest, stirring up his internal injuries, and he suddenly couldn’t help but start lowly coughing.

Manor Lord Wei regained his senses and poured out a cup of water for the other. “Why don’t you return to rest?”

Cong Yun said, “No… cough, no need.”

Manor Lord Wei examined his pale face and said, “The one who injured me is very likely the person you met at Shaolin. He’s the true Ah-Xiao. The one who’s been following Wenren Heng is most likely a body double.”

A few days ago, Cong Yun had reconvened with them, and once the two sides exchanged information, Manor Lord Wei had then understood that Ah-Xiao had purposely fallen into the water and gone missing last time, all for the sake of disappearing together with Wenren Heng for a period of time in order to get a chance to return to Shaolin. After all, both he and Cong Yun had encountered an expert, so the possibility of this expert being the same person was extremely high.

Cong Yun drank a sip of water and suppressed his coughing, making a soft sound in acknowledgment.

The injury he sustained this time was extremely serious.

At the time, if he hadn’t thrown out those concealed weapons so promptly, allowing his subordinates the opportunity to take him and escape, he most likely would’ve long already been finished. Even though he later used all kinds of medicine to heal himself, he still hadn’t completely recovered. Previously, he had already thought of the kinds of torments that he’d subject the other party to once captured, but right now he dispelled all those ideas, and even all the resentment in his heart had seemingly dissipated.

He said, “I want him alive.”

Manor Lord Wei said, “What?”

Cong Yun didn’t feel annoyed at having to repeat himself, “That child of the Yang family, I want him alive.”

Completely unaware of this person’s period of unrequited love, Manor Lord Wei simply believed that he wanted to grab the other party to turn into a drugged man and so said, sighing, “I do want to capture him, but even the monster isn’t his match. How exactly would I do it?”

Cong Yun said, “Oh?”

“The monster himself says that he’d lose if they fought long enough, and there’s no knowing what that brat practices…” As Manor Lord Wei spoke, he suddenly paused, and his expression changed slightly. “Could it be that he practices Pursued Until Scattered? At the time, even though the Yang family head burned that book, what if Ah-Xiao retained a copy?”

Cong Yun said, “It’s not impossible.”

Manor Lord Wei immediately stood up and made to go outside.

Cong Yun said, “Going to look for that monster? Could you convince him to take the drug?”

Manor Lord Wei said, “It’s only a drug to raise internal energy. If he knew that the other party practices Pursued Until Scattered, he’d most likely agree.”

Cong Yun said, “Then I’ll go prepare the drug now.”

After Manor Lord Wei left, he went directly to the monster’s room.

Ever since the Alliance Leader was killed, the monster spoke even less than before, and there were times when he wouldn’t say a single word the entire day.

Manor Lord Wei had originally been worried that the monster would find trouble for Xiao-Rou but, after some close observation, discovered that the person didn’t appear to have such intentions and so felt much more at ease. Since long ago, this person hadn’t had any sense of right and wrong, always doing things as the mood strikes without exception, and, along with those high martial arts, had always inspired fear in him and Ding Yicheng. But luckily they hadn’t hardened their hearts to kill this person, or else they’d be even more disadvantaged right now.

He knocked on the door. “Brother, I have something to say.”

From within, the elderly man said, “Mn.”

Manor Lord Wei pushed open the door, entered, and said, “News has come from Wuyun City. Ding Yicheng was killed.”

The elderly man again made a sound in acknowledgment, not showing the slightest change, as if the person who died was completely insignificant. Manor Lord Wei knew that he’d have this reaction and so told him about how the Yang family had another survivor before finally relaying that hypothesis. Only then did the elderly man’s expression somewhat flicker. “You’re certain it’s Pursued Until Scattered?”

Manor Lord Wei said, “Almost certainly. Or else how could he be your match when he’s this young?”

The elderly man didn’t reply, but his expression was no longer so lifeless.

Manor Lord Wei assessed him and said, “Cong Yun said that although your wounds have almost completely recovered, you should still take some more care for now. Last time, you said that, in an exchange between you and Ah-Xiao, victory or defeat will be determined after a number of moves, and that his chance of victory was higher. I’m thinking that you should take a bit of Cong Yun’s drug to raise some of your internal energy and then thoroughly capture him so as to force him to hand over that book.”

The elderly man said, “His body still has the Lantern-Extinguishing Poison, so it’s impossible for him to use his full strength.”

Manor Lord Wei said, “They have Miracle Doctor Ji. If Miracle Doctor Ji manages to hurry over in time, he might be able to cure that poison.”

The elderly man raised his head to look at the other.

Manor Lord Wei didn’t know what he had decided and internally tried to guess a thing or two before asking, “Brother wants to defeat him in a fair fight?”

The elderly man said, “With my age right now, even if I get that book, it might not be of any use. It’d be better to just go all out in a fight with him.”

Manor Lord Wei’s heart sank.

This person was actually no longer that same person who was so concerned about Pursued Until Scattered. He wasn’t clear what this monster had been thinking over these past few days, but he could tell that this person appear to desire a fight to the death with Ah-Xiao.

But he didn’t want that.

He wanted this monster to kill Ah-Xiao and Wenren Heng, and even kill Wei Jin and Ren Shaotian. This way, he wouldn’t have to be afraid that Jiangyue would be persecuted in the future, and he could then go into hiding in peace. Regardless, with Fengxian Manor around, Jiangyue would definitely have firm footing.

The elderly man said, “Is there anything else?”

Manor Lord Wei considered for a moment before saying, “Cong Yun said he wants to capture Ah-Xiao and turn him into a drugged man. I think if this succeeds, in the future, if you want to fight him, you can fight him whenever you like.”

The elderly man said, “After turning into a drugged man, would he still be able to use his full strength?”

Manor Lord Wei said, “You’ll have to ask Cong Yun about this.”

The elderly man then no longer paid attention to him, continuing to sit there cross-legged.

With one look, Manor Lord Wei could tell that it was hopeless, and so holding back his anger, he returned to his room. With a frown, he sat in contemplation for a long while before he called over Wei Jiangrou, wanting her to go urge the monster a little.

Wei Jiangrou fiercely shook her head. “Dad, I don’t want to go see him.”

Ever since they returned from Suiyun Sect, that monster was always silently staring at her, and this slight assessing gaze made her especially afraid and uncomfortable. She usually didn’t even have time to hide, so how could she dare to approach him herself?

Manor Lord Wei said, “Cong Yun wants to turn Ah-Xiao into a drugged man.”

Just by hearing this name, Wei Jiangrou felt a bit unwell. Unconsciously, she asked, “Why don’t you just kill him directly?”

Manor Lord Wei was unmoved in the face of his daughter’s temperament and said, “Because his martial skill is high, so he’ll be of use once captured. Besides, think about it, if he dies, Xiao-Heng most likely wouldn’t continue living either.”

Wei Jiangrou turned blank, and upon thinking of Wenren Heng’s words last time, her eyes suddenly turn somewhat red. A faint light then flashed through her gaze, and she asked, “Dad, then… then is it possible to also turn Brother Heng into a drugged man?”

Manor Lord Wei looked at her. Although he was somewhat unwilling to respond, he was aware of his daughter’s attachment towards Wenren Heng and so said, “It’s possible, but our foremost concern is about how to capture them in the first place. Right now, even whether or not we’re able to win is in question.”

Wei Jiangrou understood and lowered her head, falling silent.

Manor Lord Wei didn’t force her and patted her on the head before letting her return.

After returning to her room, Wei Jiangrou hesitated for a moment before very quickly settling on a firm resolution. Summoning up her courage, she knocked on the monster’s door while carrying a bowl of tea. In a shy voice, she said, “I’m here to deliver some tea for you.”

The elderly man was very surprised at her appearance, but he understood after a moment of thought. “Coming to urge me to take the drug?”

Wei Jiangrou said in a small voice, “My dad says that if you lose, it’s possible that you’ll die there.”

The elderly man said, “If I die, I die.”

Wei Jiangrou startled before biting her lip. “But didn’t you promise my aunt to take care of my family and the Ding family?”

The elderly man looked at her and didn’t speak.

Wei Jiangrou said, “And Uncle Zhong’s son is still in Ah-Xiao’s hands. You don’t want to save him? I heard that the drug can raise your internal energy exponentially. If you really want to fight Ah-Xiao fairly, you could just not use your entire strength and use only the internal energy you have now to fight him. When things become truly dangerous, then…”

The elderly man interrupted her, “And you? What do you want?”

Wei Jiangrou fell silent for a while before saying in a low voice, “When you capture Ah-Xiao, can you also capture Brother-Heng?”

The elderly man said, “I can.”

Wei Jiangrou’s face turned joyful, and she stood up and said, “Then I won’t disturb you any longer.”

She turned around, wanting to leave, but who could’ve known that, right as she made the first step, she’d feel an incorporeal force pulling her in. Immediately afterwards, she felt herself being thrown, shouting out a word in alarm as she’s smashed into the ground, having been tossed around to the point that she saw stars. When she regained her senses, she saw that the monster had gotten up and walked over to her who-knew-when.

Her face turned pale. “What… what do you want to do?”

“I’ll honor the promises that I’ve made, and I’ll take care of the people in your two houses. I’ll also capture that person called Wenren Heng for you.” There was not the slightest expression on the elderly man’s face as he looked at her from on high. “But there’s one thing that can’t be.”

Wei Jiangrou said, “What?”

“These past few days, I’ve continuously observed you. After you caused Xiao-Zhong’s death, you showed not the least bit of remorse, and even less grief, and right now, you’ve even come over to ask me to capture someone for you. You and her are not the least bit alike.” The elderly man’s expression turned abruptly cold. “You’re not worthy of carrying that face.”

In an instant, Wei Jiangrou became aware of his intentions, and she shouted, “Y-y-you can’t do this! No, no—-Ah—-!”

By the time Manor Lord Wei heard those bloodcurdling cries and rushed over, he saw that his daughter’s face had already been destroyed and that she had even been thrown ruthlessly out the room. Practically brimming with anger, he looked at the person standing in front of the door. “What do you mean by doing this?”

The elderly man said, “This is her punishment. Don’t let her get near me again in the future.”

Unclear on the reason behind this and fearing that he’d anger the other, Manor Lord Wei could only carry his daughter away first. At this time, he heard the elderly man say, “Bring that drug over then.”

He faintly startled before quickly understanding this person’s meaning. He nodded and then brought his daughter over to Cong Yun’s room.

The two people consoled Wei Jiangrou as they slowly learned the reason why the monster had made a move. Manor Lord Wei felt as if all the anger was rushing to his head, and he had a mind to murder that monster, but he had no choice but to rely on the other party, so he could only continue comforting his daughter with, “It’s all right, there’s the Hundred-Grass Dew.”

Wei Jiangrou’s entire face was a mess of blood and tears, and she could only continue to cry.

Cong Yun said, “There’s no need to cry, I have the Hundred-Grass Dew right here. I’ll help apply it now.”

As he spoke, he pulled over his medicine chest, taking out a medicine case and handing it over to Manor Lord Wei. He then took out a bottle of Hundred-Grass Dew and carefully helped take care of Wei Jiangrou’s injuries.

Wei Jiangrou’s voice continued to tremble. “Will it leave scars? Will it?”

Cong Yun said, “No, the Hundred-Grass Dew is a very good medicine.”

Manor Lord Wei was also consoling her on the side. Only when he saw her gradually calm did he hand the person over to Cong Yun and go outside to give the drug to that monster. Wei Jiangrou sat there for a while, choked with sobs, before she thought of something, “You want to turn Ah-Xiao into a drugged man?”

Cong Yun said, “Yes.”

Wei Jiangrou said, “Then could you destroy Ah-Xiao’s face?”

Cong Yun’s hands halted. “What? You don’t like his face?”

Having just experienced such provocation, along with knowing that this person was her dad’s subordinate, Wei Jiangrou completely didn’t suppress her own nature and said, “Yes, that kind of face on a man is just like a demon’s, ugly as hell. I don’t want to see it again. Help me destroy it.”

Cong Yun stared at her, giving her a few looks, before saying with a smile, “All right. After I capture him, I’ll destroy it.”

Wei Jiangrou’s eyes shone, and she finally smiled for the first time since her face was destroyed. She then began to worry about her own appearance, asking about how long she had to apply the Hundred-Grass Dew before she could recover completely.

“These injuries of yours will require several months,” Cong Yun said, “The Hundred-Grass Dew is actually something my master created several years ago, so its efficacy is actually very ordinary. In the next two days, I’ll prescribe you another ointment that’s far more effective than Hundred-Grass Dew. It’s able to not only get rid of scars but also make your skin even better than before.”

Wei Jiangrou immediately said, “All right, thank you.”

Cong Yun smiled extremely elegantly. “You’re welcome. It’s as it should be.”

He used some bandages to bind Wei Jiangrou’s wounds. Watching her walk out the door, he coldly laughed before he hid all the remaining Hundred-Grass Dew from the medicine chest. Internally, he thought, since you dare to hate the face that I love, I’ll kill you.

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Guys, rather than turning the dudes you’re lusting after into zombies, I’d 100% recommend just getting a body pillow. Saves a lot of time, effort, and doesn’t make you into an evil murderer.

This chapter was also kind of a slog to get through since I’m chronically uninterested in thoughts of villains. Blah blah evil scheming, ok, can we get back to Ye You and Wenren Heng beating everyone up now?\n

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