Chapter 36

"Is it you?"

Yang Baotian's face was a mix of shock and anger.

He never expected this little brat to not return to the city and instead break into his house in the middle of the night.

At the same time, his heart sank, fearing that this young man had already heard the words spoken earlier.

"Really didn't expect that the old clan leader, at his age, would still be thinking of rebellion."

Yang Yu beat the old man's face with the sheath of his sword, making a "slap, slap" sound:

"Rebellion is punishable by the extermination of nine generations!"

Yang Yu was filled with fear.

If he hadn't had his doubts and suspected that this old man was involved with the Liansheng Sect, and come back to check, he would have been deceived by this old man.

If this old man's rebellion succeeded, he wouldn't spare him. If it failed, the nine generations to be exterminated would include him.

"I, I..."

Yang Baotian's face turned red with anger and frustration, but he still spoke in a low, flattering tone: "Little, Little Yu..."

"Enough, this isn't the place to talk."

Yang Yu didn't want to say more, grabbed the old man who weighed less than eighty pounds, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

The Yang family estate was in chaos, and Yang Yu moved quickly, easily leaving the estate.

When Yang Qiu, who had returned in a bad mood, discovered that the old man was missing, he went into a frenzy, but that was another story.

...

Rustle, rustle~

By the bushes near the stream, Yang Baotian slowly regained consciousness. Just as he was about to get up, he heard a rustling sound.

He held his breath and looked around quietly.

In the moonlight, he saw Yang Yu sharpening his sword by the river. The moonlight reflected off the blade, casting a cold, unsettling glow.

"Little brat..."

Yang Baotian trembled, gritting his teeth.

He never imagined that a sixteen-year-old beggar would have such courage.

He also never thought that this little brat would be so ruthless, taking his money and then daring to kidnap him.

"Of all the death penalties, the most severe is lingchi, followed by flaying, then the five punishments, and the least severe are decapitation and beheading..."

Hearing the wind carry these words, Yang Baotian broke out in a cold sweat.

He then remembered that this young man had learned his sword skills from the old executioner...

Rustle, rustle~

Yang Baotian's heart was filled with fear, feeling that the sound of sharpening the sword was like a death knell. He wanted to run but couldn't move.

"Those who plot rebellion are unforgivable, and any punishment can be applied!"

Yang Yu suddenly turned his head:

"Old clan leader, which one do you choose?!"

"Ah!"

Yang Baotian felt that Yang Yu's eyes were like those of a demon, and he screamed, losing control of his bladder.

"You, you don't come closer, don't come closer!"

Seeing Yang Yu approach with his sword, Yang Baotian screamed:

"I, I still have gold, I, I still have land, the land, all of it, all of it is yours!"

"I ask, you answer!"

Yang Yu paused, sheathed his sword, and looked down at Yang Baotian from above:

"A moment of hesitation, and I cut off your ten fingers; ten moments of hesitation, and I cut off your five limbs!"

"I, I, I answer, I answer!"

Yang Baotian, who had narrowly escaped death, was drenched in sweat, feeling more humiliated and terrified than ever before.

Yang Yu took a few steps closer, his face expressionless.

A small local gentry like Yang Baotian, whose bones were far weaker than those of bandits, let alone ordinary people, would be the first to kneel when faced with danger.

But this was too much for him to handle.

"When did you join the Liansheng Sect?"

"Ah~"

Just as Yang Baotian was about to hesitate, he saw the blade coming towards him and immediately screamed: "One year, one year ago!"

This little brat really dares to kill me!

Feeling the warmth and pain on his face, Yang Baotian lowered his head, as if accepting his fate.

"Who is the leader of the Liansheng Sect?"

"Deputy leader, I, I really only know he is a deputy leader!"

"What is in the prison?"

"The deputy leader wants, we don't know, he only said that the object is not hard to find..."

"Besides you, who else is involved?"

"Several major families in the inner city have had contact with the Liansheng Sect, but they are still hesitant..."

"Is the illness in the outer city related to the Liansheng Sect?"

"I, I don't know. I only know that the people of the Liansheng Sect have not been infected..."

"Is the Liansheng Sect planning a rebellion?"

"I, I don't know. Ah, I really don't know, maybe, maybe?"

"Several months ago, someone followed me. Was it you who sent them?"

"This... Ah!"

A scream of pain, Yang Baotian rolled on the ground, holding his right hand, and screamed: "Yes, it was me, it was me!"

The pain he had never experienced before almost made him collapse. How could he endure such suffering?

Seeing the blade again, he immediately broke down:

"Yes, it was me!"

"It was me who ordered Wang Liu! But I had no choice, if I couldn't find that thing, my son would die, I had no choice."

"Please, please spare my old life!"

Yang Baotian was in tears, confessing everything.

"Your son's life is important..."

Yang Yu looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes cold, his voice low: "But is my life and the old lady's life not important?!"

"No, no, don't!"

Seeming to sense something, Yang Baotian retreated, struggling to escape.

But how could he be faster than Yang Yu's sword?

Swoosh~

The blade flashed and disappeared.

Yang Baotian fell backward, clutching his throat, and groaned:

"Killing me, the Liansheng Sect won't let you go, they won't!"

"If I spare you, who will spare me?"

Yang Yu muttered to himself.

He was inexperienced, but not stupid.

In this situation, how could he possibly spare this old man?

Killing him might bring trouble, but not killing him would bring even more.

Swoosh, swoosh~

Yang Yu pulled out his sword again, picked up some dry branches and leaves, and covered Yang Baotian with them.

Then, a flame burst into a ball, enveloping the entire body.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

Yang Yu stood by the stream, watching the flames rise, his eyes flickering.

He wanted to follow the law, but this world didn't allow it.

For a moment, Yang Yu was in a daze.

He felt that the fire was not just burning Yang Baotian, but also himself, the self who had studied for twelve years and was determined to uphold the law.

Clap, clap, clap~

Suddenly, loud clapping came from the forest.

Yang Yu turned around, sword in hand.

He saw the tall man in white, who had been chased and fled earlier, step out of the shadows and approach.

Compared to before, he looked disheveled, with blood dripping from his torn white clothes, almost covering his neck and thighs.

At first glance, he looked like a black bear that had lost its fur.

"Wang Wu?"

Yang Yu was on high alert, the man's bloodlust was overwhelming, and even from several yards away, he could feel the heat.

"Spit!"

Wang Wu spat out a mouthful of blood:

"Call me Master Wu!"

Yang Yu frowned slightly, pondering the man's identity.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Wang Wu glanced at the burning flames and laughed:

"Killing and setting fire! You, the bailiff, are really tough!"