The Demon Lords

Chapter 962 - 216: I’ll Do It_3

"A nightmare?"

Seventh Uncle was a swordsman; he didn’t really understand this sort of thing, so he just said:

"Then hurry up and untie the young lady. What are you sitting here for? At a time like this, are we still worrying about propriety between men and women?"

Erhu scratched his head and said, "Seventh Uncle, it’s that the Princess didn’t want us to go in. My brother and I each long ago fused a wisp of our own blood into the Princess’s heart-guarding jade pendant, using it as a medium to sense and protect her. But when we brothers just now were preparing to cast a spell, the Princess transmitted her will through the pendant, telling us brothers not to intervene for the time being."

"Nonsense!"

Seventh Uncle was angry, then immediately asked, "Do you know where the nightmare comes from?"

"It might be from rushing on the road all this way and the Princess being a woman, so her body is weak and she was invaded by evil..."

"Bullshit. I may not understand all you people of the faith and your mumbo-jumbo, but I do know this: with you two senior and junior brothers accompanying the young lady all the way, how could ordinary evil spirits possibly get close to her?"

Dahu spoke up:

"Seventh Uncle, this is also the first time my brother and I have come here. In the Skybreak Mountain range there have always been rumors of fiends appearing. Maybe we let our guard down for a moment and then..."

"Let your guard down? Nothing happens earlier or later, yet the moment we enter this Earl’s Mansion something happens immediately."

Seventh Uncle naturally cast his gaze toward the rear residence.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it downward, and said:

"You two continue to stay by the young lady’s side. If anything changes, act at once. The young lady can be willful, but we can’t just watch while she really takes risks."

As he spoke,

Seventh Uncle lifted his sword into his hand,

"I’m going to find Lord Pingye. Whether this so‑called nightmare really has anything to do with Lord Pingye or not, at a time like this, he can’t just be lying in bed sleeping."

However,

just as Seventh Uncle was about to walk out of the courtyard,

"Wong!!!!!!!!!!"

Seventh Uncle suddenly halted his steps, his expression instantly hardening.

Dahu and Erhu beside him saw this and immediately asked:

"Seventh Uncle, what’s wrong?"

"Longyuan... killing intent..."

Seventh Uncle muttered to himself,

then looked toward the south,

"That Sword Saint... has returned?"

...

Near the south city gate, there was the largest—and also the only—butcher shop in the whole city run by the Earl’s Mansion.

At this moment, in the backyard of the butcher shop, a few butchers had finished binding a pig and, at Xiao Yibo’s signal, withdrew.

The Sword Saint was holding his sword, somewhat shakily thrusting it into the pig’s neck.

The pig immediately began to convulse violently, struggling with all its might.

Watching the scene of the Longyuan treasured sword being used to slaughter a pig, Xiao Yibo was truly "astonished."

After all, Longyuan was a famed sword of this age, the object of every swordsman’s yearning.

"My lord, you are...?" Xiao Yibo still couldn’t help asking.

The Sword Saint drew the sword out,

his body staggering back two steps,

then lifted a hand

and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

This body still hadn’t fully recovered; just doing this little bit actually made him sweat. But at least it was much better than when he’d been paralyzed in bed.

"If you want to ask, go ask your Earl. He wants me to stir up some killing intent."

So, debts of favor are the hardest to repay.

To pay his debt,

the Sword Saint had no choice but to personally wield Longyuan to slaughter pigs.

...

In the bedchamber,

the blind man’s body moved slightly.

Zheng Fan, who was eating the tangerines he’d earlier fished out of the blind man’s pocket, asked as he chewed:

"How is it?"

The blind man answered, "My lord, this business is getting interesting. It should be that the Princess coming here stimulated Shatuo Queshi, and then the Mo Wan, somehow, became the medium for Shatuo Queshi to connect with the Princess."

"Put it in more concrete terms."

"Roughly speaking, Shatuo Queshi poured his power into the Mo Wan, and then the Mo Wan created a ’dreamscape’ and dragged the Princess into it."

"A dreamscape? Like your kind of spiritual illusion?"

"Yes, my lord. Even low-level ghosts can make people walk in circles; naturally the Mo Wan can do the same. To a certain extent, the Mo Wan’s talent in this regard is even greater than mine, because he’s a pure soul body."

"What’s the point of cooking up a dreamscape?"

"You’ve heard the tales of killing in dreams before, haven’t you, my lord?"

"Cao Cao?"

"Uh, it should be Wei Zheng beheading the Dragon King of Jing River in his dream. Sometimes, things that can’t be done or are inconvenient to do in reality can be accomplished in a dream.

It’s just that..."

"Just what?"

"That Princess can be called someone of very firm will. I just went in to take a look; that illusion is very crude. There’s no way it can touch that Princess’s true mental defenses. Strictly speaking, Shatuo Queshi was a Martial Cultivator while alive, and even after death, becoming a Zombie couldn’t change that.

He’s simply not good at this path.

And in this kind of clash on the spiritual level, the gap in strength between the two sides actually doesn’t matter much; what matters most is strength of will.

And in such a confrontation, one misstep and you don’t hurt the other person; instead, you greatly deplete yourself."

"Then why doesn’t he just come out and make a move directly?" Siniang asked.

The blind man hesitated a moment, then replied:

"I imagine Shatuo Queshi is afraid that if he shows himself and acts directly, it might implicate you, my lord. After all, the other party is a Princess, while you are still an official of Yan."

Zheng Fan took a deep breath.

Siniang bit her lip; she had to admit, this "godfather" whom my lord had kowtowed to back then really was beyond reproach.

Then Siniang looked at the blind man and said:

"Blind man, go give them a hand."

The blind man smiled bitterly and said, "I can get in, but I can’t control or alter the environment inside the dream, because the Mo Wan simply won’t hand me the power to control it, and there’s no way he’d let me call the shots for him."

In fact, what none of them knew was that the reason the Mo Wan was willing to help Shatuo Queshi do this extremely thankless, utterly unnecessary, ’pants-down-to-fart’ kind of thing was partly out of respect for the "god‑grandfather," but the main reason was that his own stone body was currently being pinched in Shatuo Queshi’s hand.

At this moment,

Zheng Fan raised his head,

looked at the blind man,

and said:

"Let me do it."