My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 107 - 94: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

Chapter 107 -94: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

Liu Sanbian scooped up a bowl of noodles from the pot himself and returned.

Before leaving, he tossed all the silver he had onto the stove next to the noodle pot.

He carried the bowl and, when passing the dirty black wooden board placed beside the table, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He crouched down.

He reached out.

He extended two fingers.

Gently, he lifted one corner of the board.

What met his eyes was a deeply dark shade of red!

It looked just like the chili oil that had just been added to the noodles.

He slightly raised his eyes.

Looking further inside; this pool of dark red spread into the darkness unoccupied by light beneath the board.

He did not know how much area it actually covered.

Liu Sanbian did not continue to look; he lowered the slightly lifted corner of the board, withdrawn his fingers.

The swath of dark red retreated back into the darkness.

He slightly lowered his head and licked his lips, then slowly stood up.

Returning to the table, he grasped the chili oil from the table with all five fingers, and shook it all into the bowl.

He buried his head and ate his noodles.

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Qin Ji took pride in two matters.

The first was that he was born into a good life.

He belonged to the direct lineage of the Langxi Qin family; his father was a Confucian Golden Core cultivator who held great power in the Wei Dynasty.

The second was that his reputation was loud and clear, known and understood by everyone.

The former depended on fate, while the latter on his own efforts.

Qin Ji was very satisfied.

Today, just like usual, he woke up in the Zuixian Building, lying among the crowd of women.

He favored visiting the brothel in the past few years.

Not because he lacked women, but because he was tired of playing.

Whether it was beautiful concubines of his house, handsome maids, pure village maidens, daughters of officials, or heroines.

He had gotten tired of them all.

Even the virtuous families that he had been infatuated with for a good while in previous years now also seemed tasteless.

As for the love of men, he had tried it but found it just so-so, whether topping or bottoming…

However, Qin Ji felt he couldn’t let down his reputation throughout the Wei as “the extravagant young master.”

He couldn’t fail the eager expectations that the people of Liangjing had placed on him by giving him this title.

Therefore, he believed that the brothel was a good place to go not only for fun but also to learn something new.

Actually, this morning when he rose, Qin Ji did not plan to return home so early. Nor did he feel motivated to continue “enhancing his reputation” by deceiving men and domineering women.

It could not be helped; he was too famous, already a well-known figure throughout Liangjing.

Especially after beating an old geezer to death six months ago, the citizens of Liangjing City would avoid him and give him a wide berth whenever they saw him.

At first, Qin Ji found this quite imposing and was satisfied, but as time went on he found it tasteless and even contemplated visiting the Imperial Palace for fun one day, but Li Shida, his father’s student, persuaded him against it, promising to find him new amusement every day.

Like today.

Right after he got up, he heard from Li Shida that an audacious Martial Artist was coming to seek revenge on him.

He finally encountered a valiant hero who was not only fearless but also wanted his “damn life.”

Qin Ji was so excited that he hadn’t even had the time to wash up properly; his clothes were barely on when he casually draped a brocade robe over himself and rushed out with a band of followers to witness this hero myself.

To properly meet him.

Remember, the last time someone from the martial fraternity had tried to assassinate him was eight years ago.

He missed it dearly.

What happened to those who tried to assassinate him?

Qin Ji thought for a while on his way there.

It seemed they had been turned into human pigs.

So this time, he would change the pattern. He couldn’t allow such a daring hero to die too easily; that would be disrespectful to the hero’s iron backbone.

This kind of hero, daring to seek his “damn life,” must be given ample respect!

“By the way, Li Shida, you said this hero came for revenge, haha, could it be that I cuckolded him?” Qin Ji laughed loudly.

His face was flushed red at this moment, draped in a colorful embroidered robe, with his chest bare and his hair carelessly flowing.

Although in debauchery day and night, his vitality was exceptionally strong.

Because the Langxi Qin family was an influential clan, he had been consuming Spiritual Objects from the Immortal since childhood. Moreover, ever since that incident half a year ago, his father had assigned his proudest student, Li Shida, to take care of him; it was unlikely that his health would bear any issues.

Li Shida was a Confucian Scholar around twenty years old, dressed plainly, with a handsome and proper appearance, composed and steady.

At the moment, he was holding a Blackwood Token at his waist, lost in thought, when he heard the query from the man he admired as a teacher’s son, he immediately released the token, looking up,

“He was the adopted son of Liu Jin, the Imperial Censor who died half a year ago.”

“Aren’t both of that old man’s adopted sons cowards?”

“Liu Jin had three adopted sons, he is the eldest who left Great Wei long ago, currently a cultivator in Yunshui Cave of Lihuo Country, and he has returned this time for vengeance.”

Li Shida spoke in an even tone.

Qin Ji nodded slightly, his gaze briefly flickering over the civilians fleeing in all directions on the street, his smile slightly fading.

Because he was reminded again of that aged figure standing tall and straight.

Initially, he had taken his followers to find that old Imperial Censor, Liu Jin, intending to sincerely thank the old man.

Moreover, when he heard from his followers that the old man lived a life of solitude and humble simplicity, he even considered whether to send some youthful and beautiful concubines to warm the old man’s bed and restore his vigor.

Along with several mansions and thousands of taels of silver.

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Because, in the impeachment memorandum that targeted his father, there was a clause about him.

It said he was indulgent in luxury, committed every conceivable sin, was a scourge to Liangjing, and was a notorious figure in the Capital.

Upon learning this, he was elated and complacent, feeling as though a dusty gem had been rediscovered under the sun.

Priorly, no Imperial Censor from the Imperial Censorate had dared to accuse him in front of the Emperor of Wei, which had always disappointed him, and this old man was the first to dare to do so.

This surprised him greatly, and he felt sure that his reputation would be known throughout the entire court.

Thus, he met the old man at that open-air noodle shop, led there by his followers.

What happened next, however, was something he had not anticipated—he became enraged.

It was not because the old man showed disrespect by refusing his favors.

The old man did not curse at him.

There was no despising expression, no disdainful look in his eyes.

He did not overestimate his strength and try to make a move against him.

Rather, a fuse that he had not expected was lit, utterly infuriating him.

At that moment,

the old man finished his last mouthful of noodles unhurriedly, put down his chopsticks, and cast a calm glance at him.

Then,

he became angry.

It was a look of pity.

It was actually a look of pity!

How dare this old man pity me?

At that moment, he chuckled to himself and glanced around.

Afterward,

he whipped the old man to death, one lash at a time.

All he could see was blood then.

There was a bloodied figure on the ground, and he was covered in blood too.

“Li Shida, we can’t let this man die, capture him alive for me,” Qin Ji ground his stark white teeth.

“That old one died after a few lashes and I wasn’t satisfied; this younger one has now returned, and I want to have some fun.”

“Understood.”

Qin Ji suddenly turned to Li Shida with a bright smile.

“Li Shida, you really are like a dog.”

Qin Ji observed the calm face of the man before him and chuckled, “Don’t feel upset, I’m actually praising you. To be able to serve as the Qin family’s dog is indeed very fortunate; even I am a bit envious of you.”

Upon hearing this, Li Shida’s mouth twitched into a slight smile, “Master Qin is jesting.”

Qin Ji clicked his tongue twice, gave Li Shida a couple of looks, and then turned away.

“My father has given you some control over the family’s loyal retainers; don’t mess this up for me.”

Li Shida remained silent, touched the Blackwood Token at his waist, and nodded.

Soon.

They hurried to a long street that was almost deserted.

Qin Ji looked off into the distance and spotted a lone figure.

His smile exuberant, he hastened forward with his followers.

Li Shida quietly left the group, leisurely heading towards a deserted building by the street.

He strode upstairs and arrived in front of a private room.

Before he could act, the door to the room was already open.

Li Shida, with an unwavering gaze, stepped through the door without turning his head to look at the other person who had opened the door for him, heading straight towards the window that offered a clear view of the street.

While he toyed with the Blackwood Token at his waist, he looked down at the scene on the street not far below.

“Mr. Li.”

Behind him, a man in dark clothes spoke respectfully.

The room was quiet for a while.

The Confucian Scholar by the window finally spoke, his voice unhurried,

“I truly thank you, Manor Master Gao.”