Chapter 219: Chapter 139: Your Fiancée Is Not Bad (Part 2)
After pouring the wine, she immediately fell to her knees at Chen Sheng’s feet, her voice choked with sobs. "Lord... Lord Chen... I’ll do anything, anything at all! I just... I just beg you to spare my life."
Chen Sheng glanced down, his eyes perfectly calm as he asked:
"What’s your name?"
"Song... Song Yulian."
"Look up."
Song Yulian complied, slowly raising her face. Beneath the terror in her eyes, a bone-deep hatred suddenly erupted. She flung her mouth open, and a crimson arrow of blood, like a viper striking, shot toward Chen Sheng’s face from an impossibly tricky angle.
This sudden, desperate attack was nothing short of insidious and vicious.
However, it was as if Chen Sheng had anticipated it all along.
Before the blood arrow could even reach him, the phantom image of the evil Golden Bell around his body flickered. A vast wave of Evil Qi automatically circulated, effortlessly shattering the blood arrow and dissipating it into nothingness.
"What a pity."
Chen Sheng’s tone was still level, even tinged with a hint of regret. "I was going to let you live a little longer."
Before his voice had faded, he gave a casual wave of his sleeve.
Song Yulian felt an irresistible, overwhelming force strike her. With a cry of alarm, she was lifted into the air, flying helplessly toward the nearby Xu Shenzhi.
Xu Shenzhi’s expression was like stone. Without a moment’s hesitation, his blade flashed. A shower of blood rained down from midair as the legitimate daughter of the Song Family perished in an instant.
Chen Sheng didn’t even glance at the two halves of her falling corpse, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust. He picked up the full cup of wine and took a small sip. The rich, mellow fragrance of the wine spread through his mouth, dispelling some of the stench of blood.
’Good wine,’ Chen Sheng noted internally.
The Song Family had truly spared no expense for this wedding.
After finishing the wine, Chen Sheng rose. Ignoring the surrounding gazes—a mixture of awe, fear, and other complex emotions—he walked straight toward the depths of the Song Family’s inner residence.
A short while later, when he reappeared, he was carrying a green porcelain bottle.
Profound Origin Spirit Water.
This was one of the true reasons he had chosen to strike at the Song Family, why he had been willing to brazenly annihilate their entire clan.
Their other wealth was certainly considerable, but compared to a heavenly treasure like this that could advance one’s Cultivation, it was all worthless.
About a quarter of an hour later, the sounds of fighting and crying from within the Song Mansion gradually faded, eventually giving way to dead silence.
Only the thick stench of blood and the corpses littering the ground testified to the tragic annihilation that had just occurred.
All the guests stood frozen in place. Surrounded by the grim stares of the Jingwu Guard, no one dared to move, and no one dared to speak.
Li Huai Sheng strode forward, his Profound Armor stained with dark red blood. He cupped his fist and reported in a deep voice:
"Captain, all four hundred and twelve members of the Song Family, from top to bottom, have been executed. None escaped."
"Seize everything."
Chen Sheng set down his wine cup. His voice wasn’t loud, but it held an undeniable authority. "Confiscate and seal all assets of the Song Family. Transport them back to G Camp. I will inspect them personally."
"As you command!"
Li Huai Sheng accepted the order and withdrew.
Only then did Chen Sheng’s gaze slowly sweep across the guests, who were silent as cicadas in winter. His tone was casual again, yet it carried an invisible pressure. "The show is over. Are you all not leaving? Or do you require me to have my men see you out?"
"We wouldn’t dare, we wouldn’t dare."
"Thank you, Captain Chen. I will take my leave now."
"Farewell!"
The crowd, as if granted a grand amnesty, hastily bowed and then scrambled toward the gates of the Song Mansion as if fleeing for their lives. They were terrified that if they were a step too slow, this Slaughter God might change his mind and add them to the purge list.
The bloody lesson of the Song Family was laid out right before their eyes. Who would dare gamble on Chen Sheng’s mood?
However, just as the crowd was scattering in every direction, a grim voice suddenly rang out, halting many in their tracks.
"Deputy Captain Chen, what a move. Truly, what a fine move. Today, you have truly opened my eyes."
Lu Maozhi stepped out from the crowd. Squinting, he stared intently at Chen Sheng, his voice laced with a bitter unwillingness to accept the situation.
Chen Sheng looked up, the corners of his lips seeming to curve into a slight smile.
"So, what wisdom does Young Master Lu have to impart?"
The indifference beneath that placid reaction made Lu Maozhi feel Chen Sheng’s contempt with stinging clarity. The fire in his heart burned even hotter.
In truth, he had been tempted to intervene ever since Chen Sheng killed Song Renyi. He had only held back out of concern that escalating the situation would lead to an unmanageable outcome, so he had been weighing the pros and cons.
But the Song Family of Qu Shui was, after all, a power sworn to his Luoyun Manor. As a True Inheritor of the manor’s Direct Lineage, if he simply stood by and watched a vassal family get exterminated without doing anything, what would become of Luoyun Manor’s prestige once word got out?
What would all the other vassal powers, big and small, think?
’Once hearts and minds are scattered, they are difficult to gather again.’
After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Maozhi decided he had to fight this battle, no matter what.
At the very least, he had to force Chen Sheng to fight. Even if it was just a "spar," he had to blunt his edge and save some face.
As for victory or defeat?
’What do I, Lu Maozhi, have to fear!’
Chen Sheng was strong, yes. He had killed Song Renyi.
But he, Lu Maozhi, was one of the "Ning’an Ten Heroes."
Even if he was ranked last among them, the title still represented the pinnacle of talent, strength, and potential among the younger generation under thirty in Ning’an Prefecture.
Furthermore, his Cultivation had long been stabilized at the peak of the Earth Fiend realm, and he was but a single step away from the Profound Gang realm. He was confident that as long as Chen Sheng dared to accept the challenge, not only would he absolutely not lose, he might even be able to make his opponent suffer a fair bit.
"I have long heard that Deputy Captain Chen is a peerless talent, possessing the bearing of one of the Ten Heroes. It seems now that your reputation is well-deserved."
Lu Maozhi suppressed his fury and adopted a seemingly sincere tone.
"Now that you have entered the Earth Fiend realm, Deputy Captain, your strength is extraordinary. With time, a place among the Ten Heroes will surely be yours. Seeing such a fine warrior has stirred my own desire for a match. I would like to spar with you here. If you can win, Deputy Captain, then you can claim the title of one of the ’Ten Heroes’ with no one to dispute it. What do you say?"
To lure Chen Sheng into his trap, he was even willing to dangle the title of a Ning’an Ten Hero as bait.
