Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Your Family’s Little Experts Are Nothing But Ants
Ge Xuan’s back violently arched, his head slamming against the carriage ceiling as fresh agony tore through his nervous system.
"Listen to me very carefully, you worthless piece of meat," Shen Yu whispered, leaning in so close that his long green hair brushed against Ge Xuan’s sweating, pale face.
He applied a downward pressure on the spear, grinding the blade against the bone.
He started boasting shamelessly, "Your family’s little experts are nothing but ants to me. I can erase your entire Ge Clan from the map before tomorrow’s sunrise."
"Right now, I am being extremely merciful. If you don’t agree to my terms within the next three seconds, my next thrust won’t hit your thigh. I will personally castrate you, chop your dick into mincemeat, and force you to swallow it before I let you bleed out."
To emphasize his words, Shen Yu subtly shifted the blade, the cold metal brushing directly against the base of Ge Xuan’s groin.
The absolute, icy certainty in Shen Yu’s voice completely broke the last remaining shards of Ge Xuan’s arrogance.
The agonizing pain in his legs, combined with the horrifying prospect of losing his manhood, sent him crashing into a state of pure, unadulterated terror.
The absolute, icy certainty in Shen Yu’s voice completely shattered the last remaining shards of Ge Xuan’s pride.
He realized with absolute clarity that the terrifying monster sitting in front of him did not care about his status, his wealth, or his family. This man would truly do it.
"I AGREE! I AGREE! I’LL CANCEL IT!"
Ge Xuan sobbed hysterically, tears and snot streaming down his multiple chins as he nodded his head frantically.
In a desperate, pathetic scramble, he dragged his bleeding, bloated frame off the cushions, throwing himself onto his knees right on the blood-slicked floorboards of the carriage.
Every ounce of his previous lust, his upcoming marriage, and his arrogant pride was completely wiped clean from his mind.
He just wanted to live.
"Please! Take it away! I’ll turn the caravan around right now!" he begged, fat hands clasped together as he wept at Shen Yu’s feet.
"We’ll go back! We’ll never come back to Crimson Iron City!"
"Just don’t cut it off!"
"Please, Senior, have mercy!"
Shen Yu stared down at the blubbering, pathetic mess for a long moment, the absolute disgust in his eyes cutting deeper than any blade.
He slowly pulled the black spear out of Ge Xuan’s left thigh, letting the fatass slump back against the blood-soaked silk cushions with a pitiful, breathless groan.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Shen Yu sent the spear dissolving back into a ripple of spatial energy.
He stood up, his slender figure towering over the trembling noble, casting a long, suffocating shadow across the interior of the carriage.
"You have twenty-four hours to get your pathetic entourage out of my sight and back across the border of the Crimson Mountain Range."
Shen Yu murmured, his voice echoing with an icy, simulated Nascent Soul resonance that rattled the very wooden frame of the carriage.
"If my shadow catches a single one of your scouts loitering near Crimson Iron City after tomorrow morning... I won’t just come for you. I will personally visit Flowing Spring City and turn your family’s estate into a mass grave."
"Y-Yes, Senior! Instantly! We are leaving instantly!"
Ge Xuan whimpered hysterically, clutching his heavily bleeding thighs as he squeezed his eyes shut, terrified that even looking at the green-haired monster might provoke another strike.
Shen Yu didn’t bother replying.
With a silent activation of the Phantom Void Mirage Step, his form blurred and completely vanished from the cabin, leaving behind nothing but the heavy scent of copper, iron, and absolute terror.
Outside, the remaining mercenary guards were standing in a frantic, disorganized defensive circle, their faces pale as they stared at the mutilated corpses of their comrades.
Suddenly, Ge Xuan’s tear-stained, pale face poked out of the window, his voice screeching with an unprecedented, panicked urgency.
"Turn the horses around! Turn them around right now, you useless bastards!"the young master screamed, his voice cracking comically.
"Forget the Cao Clan! Forget the banquet! We are going back to Flowing Spring City this instant! Drive the beasts until their hearts burst! Move! Move! Move!"
The mercenary captains blinked in utter confusion, but seeing the pure, unadulterated horror painted across their employer’s face, and the literal pool of blood leaking from his legs, they didn’t dare question the order.
Within minutes, the massive sandalwood carriage was forcefully whipped around, the entire caravan frantically retreating back down the rugged mountain pass, fleeing from Crimson Iron City as if Death itself were snapping at their heels.
Standing high upon a jagged, metallic-red cliff overlooking the pass, Shen Yu watched the dust cloud of the retreating convoy fade into the distance.
The crisp mountain breeze whipped his long green hair around his shoulders, his hidden golden pupils glowing with a dark, predatory satisfaction as he watched the distant dust cloud settle.
The Ge Clan was handled.
The political lifeline that was supposed to resurrect the Cao Clan from absolute bankruptcy had been violently severed before it could even reach the city gates.
’Now,’ Shen Yu thought, a sharp, merciless smirk carving across his handsome face as he turned his gaze back toward the distant horizon, where the massive, smoking chimneys of the city choked the sky.
’Let’s see how well Bai Ruolan plays her part.’
With the alliance shattered, the Cao Clan’s upcoming grand banquet would turn from a triumphant celebration into a desperate, empty farce.
They would be left hosting a room full of local elites with absolutely no backing to show for it.
And when the Golden Cauldron Merchant Union flooded the commercial districts with a flawless, high-purity Tier 3 Iron-Cleansing Hearth Pill tomorrow morning, the economic vice he had meticulously constructed would finally snap shut on their necks.
His silhouette blurred against the bleeding crimson of the afternoon sky.
With a silent leap from the jagged cliffside, he began his high-speed descent back toward the city, an invisible puppet master returning to the front row to watch his grand design utterly crush his enemies.
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