Free Web NovelChapter 1654: Chapter 1656: My Head Hurts
The progress of things was incredibly smooth, and with the increasing control over the Nascent Soul Stage, this matter became increasingly smooth.
Thus, silently and without a sound, Lu Xiaobu took control of all the Nascent Soul Stage practitioners in Hengqin City and Yuchi City.
At this point, Hengqin City and Yuchi City should change their name completely—to surname Lu!
"Alright, I’ve finished adjusting, everyone is fine now, right!" Lu Xiaobu said with a cheery smile, looking at everyone who had sat back down.
"No problem."
The faces of the Nascent Soul Stage practitioners turned green as they responded.
"What’s going on, we are all your subordinates, and ones controlled over life and death, whether we lose or gain money, how does it matter?"
"Then let’s each keep to ourselves!" Lu Xiaobu waved his hand and turned to leave.
He wasn’t ready to reveal this matter yet.
After all, a non-central figure wielding power wouldn’t attract much notice, at most some slight targeting.
However, if the outside world learned that Lu Xiaobu had silently taken control of two major cities with Nascent Soul Stage practitioners, it would surely attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.
If they started investigating, there’s no way this could be kept secret.
After all, the Demon Realm’s unique presence in this world was too conspicuous!
Returning to Nanshan City, even now, the four City Lords were still utterly confused.
"Young Master, today, no, rather these past few days, what exactly has happened?!" Liu Funing asked.
Unlike others who were bewildered and uncomprehending, his eyes showed a gleam of excitement.
This kind of thing seemed to have a natural attraction for him.
The remaining three curious ones all nodded eagerly: "Yes, Young Master, please tell us! What’s really going on?"
"There’s not much to say." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand: "I just stayed in Hengqin City for two or three days, waited for a chance to run into Ji Chenghong, and touched him slightly."
"He tried to use me, but I turned the tables on him. In the end, I stirred up some conflict on the battlefield between both sides, leading them into deadly combat, and took the opportunity to kill them."
A description as casual as a yawn, as if everything was so effortlessly done by Lu Xiaobu.
Yet, this tale made the four people shiver in fright.
Yes, that’s it—shivering in fright, rather than simply being shocked.
Spies, undercover agents, this type of work has always been hated and yet admired throughout history.
My villain, another’s hero.
However, the difficulty of being a spy is easy to imagine.
A spy often requires years, even decades of skill to infiltrate.
In the process, they must be prepared to endure various threats and temptations.
And often in the end, all they can deliver is a message, or kill someone.
Which makes one wonder how much those who accomplish great deeds in espionage really have to pay!
Yet.
What about their Young Master?
Three days, just three days in Hengqin City.
And he achieved so much!?
The difficulty here can’t be explained with mere words.
Think about it, the simplest thing, how did someone of unknown origin connect with the renowned Ji Chenghong?
He even made Ji Chenghong heedlessly start a war with Yuchi City because of his words!
This... is this something a human could accomplish?!
Hu Nanshan, Qi Jiatong, He Quwu looked at Lu Xiaobu with eyes full of awe.
They even thought, was the world called Demon Realm simply because its people wouldn’t admit the Demon Realm’s rule, otherwise it would’ve long been named Divine Realm!
Only Liu Funing’s eyes were fervent, excited, to the point it seemed he would soon have a stroke!
Admiration! Worship! Utter obeisance!
He couldn’t even begin to describe his thoughts with words.
What he admired most was such shrewdness that could strategize globally, too powerful, too powerful!
"And now?" Qi Jiatong asked the final question: "Why aren’t Hengqin City and Yuchi City fighting?"
"They? They are like you now." Lu Xiaobu waved.
"Like us?!" Qi Jiatong was stunned, like us how?!
But soon, he realized.
"Young Master, do you mean, now they are also..."
Qi Jiatong spoke with somewhat blurry eyes, Nascent Soul Stage, they too became the Young Master’s slaves?!
He even felt a tinge of unease.
The Young Master already had Nascent Soul Stage slaves, what about them?!
Would they be used as cannon fodder?!
The few exchanged glances, clearly they all considered this issue, and became anxious.
This included He Quwu who was most concerned.
Liu Funing and Qi Jiatong possessed combat divine skills.
Hu Nanshan’s divine skills have repeatedly proven useful, only him, feeling like a menial laborer, always busy with finances of uncertain use.
Especially when being from a small world, advancing to Nascent Soul Stage cannot be achieved by effort alone, especially so!
He felt uneasy, fearful, worried he might soon be just used as a pawn!
At this moment, the once begrudging Gourd Waste four City Lords, forced allegiance after rebellion, had thoroughly changed their minds.
They were no longer concerned about freedom; all they worried about was not being used as cannon fodder.
Lu Xiaobu didn’t notice their thoughts, as he stepped out and encountered his cheap master.
"Master, anything up?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"Mm!"
Yang Feng heard Lu Xiaobu’s call, extremely pleased, drawing out a long nasal sound.
Then continued: "I recall Ji Chenghong bothered you, right? Come, let Master help you vent!"
This was the answer she’d contemplated for a long time!
Though she might not know how to teach, she understood one thing, a protective master was easiest to earn a pupil’s respect!
So she came up with this plan.
"Uh... Master, he’s already dead." Lu Xiaobu replied with a wry smile.
"Then...then I’ll look for Cheng Yuchi, and help vent for you!"
Yang Feng was somewhat mixed-up.
She could never have imagined the ever-ominous Ji Chenghong was already dead?!
But she trusted her disciple’s words!
So she chose another adversary.
"He’s...also dead." Lu Xiaobu shook his head.
"What about Cheng Yushan!" Yang Feng grew anxious, resorting to elimination.
The first unlucky one chosen was Cheng Yuchi’s brother—Cheng Yushan.
"Dead as well." Lu Xiaobu shook his head: "Master, you don’t need to do this, I’ve killed them all, just take care of yourself!"
Yang Feng stood blankly.
She wasn’t thinking about how those three died.
What she pondered was, with such a capable disciple, how was she to reclaim her face as a Master for the rest of her life?!
Night, long!
Head, hurts!
