novelraw Chapter 121
Chapter 121
Solving one matter only gave rise to two more.
First: the affair regarding tributes of women was too large and complicated, so Wang Yu was not prepared to delve deeper for now.
Second: he himself was among the first batch of goods traded as Spirit Slaves in Stone Lake City. In other words, the entire matter was orchestrated by that Old Ning.
Damn it. He must die.
Now, he was alone within the city. His subordinates remained hidden beneath the Lake, waiting until the day of spirit testing to meet and support Old Ning.
One could say that this period of time was the most suitable moment for revenge. There was no need to hesitate. Wang Yu, filled with murderous intent, stormed straight toward the place where Old Ning was staying in the city.
Decisive and swift — that described men like him.
As long as he had the ability, even an overnight grudge — he wished he could grind the other into dust the very next second.
Things were not like the past.
Outside, he could kill anyone if he wanted. Now that the truth was revealed, with his enemy standing right before him, how could he possibly suppress himself?Kill. Kill. Kill.
In Stone Lake City, near the City Lord’s manor, Old Ning was at a secret stronghold. Not long ago, he had just finished finalizing this year’s Spirit Slave trade. He sat there, pondering over Wang Yu’s matter.
He was considering whether he should act and keep Wang Yu outside forever. Those of the Demonic Dao were narrow-minded, and he was no exception. The only difference was that he was more patient and cunning.
After much thought, he shook his head silently.
He reasoned: “The Taihu Spiritual Domain is far too risky. If I involve that other plan, even if I return smoothly, I will still face execution. The risk is too great, there is no need.”
“The old City Lord failed in his attempt to break through to Foundation Establishment. Fatty Duan also failed. I am not young anymore. As long as I complete this stage of the plan, a High-grade Foundation Establishment Pill will definitely help me break through this bottleneck.”
“I will definitely succeed…”
Immersed in self-assurance, Old Ning’s eyes suddenly widened.
A figure clad in armor, shrouded in black smoke, came crashing through the wall.
A hand like an iron claw reached for him.
“Where did this lunatic come from!”
Shocked and furious, Old Ning cursed instinctively as his body flipped onto the roof beam.
A magic weapon, a broad blade, was already in his grip. Fixing his eyes on the intruder’s aura, he was even more astonished. “Wang Yu? Are you insane? Fighting me here? Are you not afraid of attracting righteous cultivators?”
“I am not Wang Yu.”
His voice muffled by the Black Fiend Armor, Wang Yu clumsily denied his identity, but his hands did not stop. He released that supreme-grade magic artifact, the Protective Bowl, and charged again.
“Still claiming you are not? That supreme-grade artifact, I saw it with my own eyes when you seized it from Fatty Duan’s spoils.”
“I am not.”
Boom.
Another wall was shattered. This one was load-bearing, causing the entire stone house to collapse. Amid the rolling dust, Wang Yu unleashed his Taiyin Nether Gaze.
He locked directly onto Old Ning’s blazing soul fire, and threw a punch straight toward it. The air itself seemed to explode, releasing a white shockwave ring.
Old Ning tried to dodge with movement techniques, but it was too late. He could only defend with his blade, using offense as defense.
The collision caused nearby houses to collapse in large swathes. Old Ning was sent flying, coughing up blood, his body embedded into the bluestone tiles of the street.
“Wang Yu! If you dare kill me, are you not afraid of your sect holding you accountable?”
“What does this have to do with me. I am only carrying out a task along the way.”
“You admitted it! You are Wang Yu!”
Old Ning was overjoyed for a moment, but when he saw the tall figure in black armor rushing at him again, he grew anxious.
Wang Yu laughed. “I am Wang Yu, so what? Back then you sold me to the Blood Reversal Sect as a Spirit Slave. If I kill you now, what of it?”
For one hundred and thirty-seven days as a Spirit Slave in the Stone Hut district, every bit of suffering he endured was because of this man. If he did not kill him, there would always be a knot in his heart.
“But without me, you would not have today’s fortune.”
“What a joke. Do you expect me to thank you? Die!”
Second-rank high-grade spell, Mysterious Yin Hand. Consuming more than half of his spiritual power and stacking it with the corpse arm’s divine strength, the violent strike left Old Man Ning in a panic.
The divine sense of a Qi Refining cultivator could only control a single magic tool at most. At the last moment, he abandoned his saber-type tool, pulled out a high-grade shield magic tool, and desperately tried to block.
He then saw the gray-black giant hand tear straight through the shield’s spiritual barrier, smashing a deep pit into the shield itself, and the real arm that followed punched entirely through the magic tool.
It then thrust into his chest and abdomen, seizing his spine.
In the next instant, explosive strength erupted.
Wang Yu wrenched out his spine along with his skull, as if pulling out a bloody scorpion tail, bare-handed and utterly brutal.
A Qi Refining ninth-layer veteran, a cultivator only one step away from attempting Foundation Establishment, was slaughtered by Wang Yu in just a few exchanges.
In truth, he had to thank that severed arm from back then. Without that misfortune, he would not have resolved to cultivate the Corpse Demon Secret Method, nor would he have gained such overwhelming combat power.
At the very least, he would have been one tier weaker, and would not have crushed Old Man Ning so easily.
In one day, avenging two long-standing grudges lightened the heavy mood he had carried since hearing the grim news from the Wang Clan.
Now, apart from tying up loose ends at Stone Lake, only Wang Wu remained to be dealt with.
Arriving at Stone Lake City for less than a single day, to accomplish this much so efficiently, gave him a sense of grim satisfaction.
He collected the corpse and the storage pouches without tallying the spoils, immediately activated the Night Concealment, and quickly slipped out of the city to hide.
The commotion just now had awakened all the surrounding residents. The City Lord’s Mansion would surely have noticed. Wang Yu had not yet investigated the situation there, so caution dictated retreat.
An hour later, near Stone Lake, Wang Yu examined Old Ning’s storage pouches one by one, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Rich, so rich.
Just the low-grade spirit stones alone numbered twenty-three thousand. Some of them must have been funds from Cold Blood Peak, but now they were all his.
One set of high-grade magic tools. One set of high-grade formation flags.
Several bottles of pills. The most valuable was a life-saving pill worth at least five hundred spirit stones. Various miscellaneous items. A first-rank Spirit Beast Pouch, containing a scaled-horned Pegasus used for pulling carriages, with the ability to fly.
But beyond these, the most precious were two tokens.
One was a Blackbone Mountain pass token bearing the seal of the Biyun Sect.
The other was connected to the secret behind him.
It was a token inscribed with the character “Desire.” As for how to make use of it, Wang Yu had not yet decided. He certainly would not risk himself directly. His greatest strength was that he heeded good advice.
Since the old City Lord had given his life to teach him a lesson, there was no need to betray such goodwill.
When retreat is wise, retreat.
Even Wang Yu, with his considerable wealth, felt satisfied at Old Ning’s fortune. It showed how deep the man’s coffers had been. Within the Qi Refining stage, he had been among the very top tier.
After swallowing a supreme-grade Spirit Recovery Pill, Wang Yu pressed forward for a few more minutes. Soon, Lake came into sight.
The slave-catching squad had only numbered a dozen people when they set out.