138 It would be better if you died before me.
One of the women even urged, "My benefactor, you should leave quickly. The Chai family are the rulers of the city, and so are the Huang family. If they find out, they'll probably come to kill you immediately. My benefactor, you should leave quickly."
He Chen nodded. "Thank you all for the reminder. You should leave now. Leave through the back door. Wait a minute, it won't be safe here." Then he looked at the others and said, "You guys wait a while before you leave."
After saying that, he picked up the copper hammer and threw it directly at Young Master Huang. With a scream of "Ah!", he spat out blood, which traveled three steps away. Those around him were horrified.
Young Master Huang's face was filled with disbelief, and he mumbled venomously, "How dare you! I am the young master of the Huang family. You're courting death!" His voice sounded like a vengeful ghost demanding a life.
A look of hatred. A gaze filled with gritted teeth. Arrogance that lasted until death, a domineering air, as if he had suffered a great injustice. Suddenly, a powerful aura of resentment erupted, about to materialize into a vengeful ghost.
He Chen stepped forward and slapped the vengeful ghost with a backhand slap that was about to form, his hand still flaming. In an instant, he killed the ghost with a single blow. The flames burned for a while within the ghost's yin energy.
A bloodcurdling scream, sharp and piercing, terrified everyone, causing them to collapse to the ground in shock. A few of the surviving men were just about to flee when…
"Stop!" A chilling voice, like the cry of Yama, brought them to their knees. Their legs trembled violently, terrified that a large knife would come crashing down, or a bronze hammer would be hurled at them. The scene on the ground was still vivid in their minds.
He Chen said to the group of respectable women, "Leave now."
The women were terrified. They thanked them profusely and quickly fled from the backyard.
He Chen said to the three or four songstresses, "You should all leave now." The girls exchanged glances; one of them had a sallow complexion but a calm expression.
He stepped forward and said, "Sir, we were all sold here by our families. We don't even know where our home is now. It's alright, sir, you've taken us in." His eyes were very calm, but they were red.
He Chen was speechless and didn't want to say anything more. 'You all need to pack your things now. Find a place to hide. If I don't die today, you can all live normal lives.'
The songstresses thanked each other, then helped each other up and quickly left. About fifteen minutes later, they said to the remaining men, "You may leave now."
At this moment, these men were terrified, fearing they would be left behind. They knew that with the death of the second young master of the Chai family, a fierce storm was imminent. To survive that storm was tantamount to suicide. Therefore, their only thought was to escape as quickly as possible.
The man's body went weak, his legs went limp, and his body trembled. Upon hearing those words, it was as if the person who had been promised a bamboo pole had been given one; he scrambled and stumbled towards the door. One of them even grabbed a dagger from the ground.
He Chen searched around. He saw a young master who had fainted, his clothes disheveled, and a fan on the table, but he didn't pay him any more attention. He hadn't brought him out.
The second young master of the Chai family, using some unknown technique, managed to stop the bleeding from all his wounds. His face was now pale. Hearing that He Chen had allowed some people to escape, his heart was filled with hope.
After searching for a long time, He Chen had indeed collected quite a bit of silver and a few gold leaves. He also had roast duck, roast chicken, a whole roast lamb, and several side dishes.
Seeing that He Chen hadn't killed him, Young Master Chai saw a glimmer of hope. Although he was now so maimed, if he could survive, who would want to die?
So he pleaded in his softest, most humble voice, "My lord, I didn't know... Could you spare my life? I'm willing to offer you ten thousand taels of gold as a token of my respect. Please, my lord, spare my life."
'If I spare you, who will spare those you killed?'
Young Master Chai earnestly advised, "My lord, we are both cultivators, born into a high position. These lowly commoners, once dead, are simply dead. Without our protection, they would long ago be wandering ghosts. Why should you care about the lives of ants?"
He Chen remained silent. "Since that's how you think, I won't argue too much about right or wrong. You should just go in peace." With a flick of his foot, the copper hammer shot out, its beautiful and magnificent momentum and light only flashing briefly.
The force was immense, likely exceeding 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg), and it slammed into his chest instantly. The control of the force was exquisite; all the power was concentrated on the bronze hammer, which struck his chest directly. It created a hole in the hammer itself, but the force was negligible; instead, it blasted a large hole in the floor slab. It smashed into the ground of the building, creating a hole three zhang (approximately 10 meters) deep.
"Ah, ah!" Young Master Chai cried out in pain, resenting his parents for giving birth to him and his father for not coming to save him until now.
"The Chai family will never let you go. You'll regret this." He cursed as he died.
'I don't know when I'll die, but you'll definitely die first.' Just then, a figure dressed in fine silk and satin, holding a gleaming golden knife, with black and white markings, floated in.
He took out a golden lotus lamp stand, about to place Young Master Chai's soul into it. At that moment, Young Master Chai quickly awoke from his chaotic consciousness.
He said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me, my ancestors. This bastard must avenge me!"
The man replied, "The City God knows of this matter, but the living and the dead are separated, and the City God cannot interfere. We will wait until this person dies, then we will capture his soul. At that time, we can fry it in oil and burn it daily."
Young Master Chai nodded in gratitude, saying, "Yes, the ancestor was right. After you die, see how I prepare you, so you can experience the pain of being a ghost."
As she spoke, she deliberately floated in front of He Chen, as if she thought she couldn't see him at all.
With a single leap, faster than lightning, spiritual energy materialized into a hand, and instantly the two felt their throats gripped, lifted up, as if they had grown taller in an instant. The pressure on their necks, the lightning strikes, and the searing pain of burning flames slowly unfolded.
When he came to his senses, he found himself being lifted up by a large hand, and the person was standing in mid-air as if walking on flat ground.
The newcomer from the City God Temple, startled for a moment, exclaimed in terror, "You're a Martial King! You're not a sixth-rank cultivator!" Greatly alarmed, he cried, "Martial King! I must immediately inform the City God!"
With a sudden slash of his golden knife, he brought it down on He Chen's head. If it were an ordinary head, it would probably have been cleaved in half instantly.
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