Now that this Blood Fang dared to threaten him and disturb his mental peace, it was only natural that they pay for it.
Without saying a word, the steward started walking with Wang Chen following silently behind.
While walking silently, the steward glanced at the man following behind him.
Inwardly he couldn't stop himself from sneering.
How arrogant, daring to follow me into my palace. Just how stupid can you be?
Wang Chen also knew he was directly walking into a wolf's den, but he had his means, so he didn't really care.
The sky above the imperial city was pristine blue, with the sun hung high up in the sky.
Thousands upon thousands of people filled with hope and dreams entered and exited the city almost every hour. Being one of the biggest cities within hundreds of kilometers, the Imperial City attracted a lot of people from the surroundings.
With a prosperous market in the open, there flourished a hidden unregulated market on the outskirts of the city, run by powerful bosses with hidden affiliations with noble families of the city.
One such gang was Blood Fang Gang. According to the rumors, the leader was a close friend of the young master of the Song family, one of the five major families of the Five Element Dynasty.
Inside one of their headquarters hung several chained figures with their bodies hung upside down like pieces of meat. A tube-like structure seemed to be attached behind their backs, each not older than fourteen—the prime time to start cultivating and establish the foundation.
The room reeked of iron and a strange alcoholic scent.
Just at that time the gate opened, and a masked man pushing a wheel cart entered the room.
Looking at these figures, the masked man's eyes flashed with disgust and he coldly said:
"I can't understand what is the need to feed these useless trash. Can't we just simply replace them once they die?"
The masked figure's voice was unusually loud considering the fact the room was eerily quiet, so there was no need to speak out loud, but it appeared the masked man purposely said this.
With a smirk on his face, the man pushed his cart while throwing a blood-red pill in every figure's direction. As the pills were thrown without care, some of them landed so far from the figures that they could barely reach them, while others could not reach them at all no matter what they did.
However, even then the hanging figures immediately scrambled into motion, trying to grab the pills. After all, it was their only source of food in weeks—the hunger was almost driving them mad.
The masked man watched them struggle with a clear look of superiority on his face.
Others might not know it, but this masked man was a natural cripple unable to cultivate, while all of these people here were geniuses with strong vital energy. However, while he, a natural cripple, was living like a king, these geniuses had become nothing more than living machines constantly producing fresh blood.
Thinking of this, a sickening laugh escaped the masked man's face.
"Hehehe..." Soon the masked man left.
Strangely, however, there was one figure who didn't move from start to finish, as if he wasn't on the verge of dying from hunger.
It was a young man in the last corner. Although his skin had shriveled after weeks of sickening hunger, still those sharp cheekbones were evidence of his handsome appearance.
The young man's eyes were hollow, as he stared empty into the air.
If you were to get close to the young man, you could even hear him mutter only a single word again and again:
"Why, why, why..."
As if possessed.
Meanwhile above in the sky floated two veiled figures, one with a mature but seductive appearance, a body curvaceous as a snake, while the other was a petite figure with the right amount of flesh at the right places.
Just then the younger figure turned her eyes away from the young man and coldly said:
"Let's go, Master. There is no need to kill him."
Hearing her disciple's words, the mature woman laughed out loud. As she laughed, her two mounds jiggled in an exaggerated motion. Sadly, there was no one to witness that scene.
"As expected from my disciple! Truly the young generation are bound to throw us old people in the dust!"
"Not only did you extract his innate sword bone and turn him into a cripple, but also sold him to the Blood Fang gang. Truly my disciple, Master is proud of you!"
Listening to these words, the woman barely reacted. However, from how her lips had curled upward subtly showed that the young woman was indeed satisfied by her master's praise.
Finally, in the end it was over. She was starting to get tired of the boy's nonsense.
Then she inwardly muttered in contempt, her eyes flaring with hatred: Big brother, my foot.
With that, a cold gust of wind blew and the two figures were gone as if they never existed in the first place.
Just at this time, the young man hanging in the hall seemed to have felt something and turned his gaze upwards.
Slowly, clarity seemed to have appeared in his eyes, and then a single teardrop fell to the ground.
The young man couldn't hold it any longer and finally burst out crying.
"Was it all fake from the start?"
Lin Huang could vividly remember the moment when he first met her.
Those peach blossom eyes filled with innocence, how she had lovingly called him brother for the first time.
How she had followed him around wherever he went. When he got hurt, how she would bandage his wounds.
At some point Lin Huang stopped sobbing, his expression growing a little numb.
"So from the start to finish it was all fake... but why go through all this drama? If you wanted my innate sword bone you could have simply extracted it. Why play with my emotions?"