Chapter 250: Do You Want to Live Long? Dare to Touch My Man?
The next day, the entire Floating Splendor Commerce was thrown into chaos.
Their own president unexpectedly canceled all responsibilities and chose to go into seclusion, disappearing without a trace.
This was no small matter.
After all, the president was the core of the commerce, managing affairs centrally. If something happened to the president, it would be fair to say the entire business would come to a halt.
Moreover, their president had always viewed the commerce as more important than anything else. It was impossible to just disappear like that.
Since their president chose to go into seclusion so suddenly and without warning, it indicated that something significant must be happening!
Many merchants under the commerce felt uneasy, fearing that the tension within the organization would affect them.
Some high-ranking members who were in the know began to speculate whether this was an omen of an impending war with the Holy Kingdom.
While the outside world was rife with conspiracy theories and paranoia, the protagonist of this situation, Bai Ming, was comfortably nestled in her bedroom, buried under a blanket, the dim light of her tablet illuminating her tousled hair.
Her fingers moved so fast they left traces in the air as she was furiously typing one line after another.
At that moment, she seemed to be overflowing with inspiration, writing her story like a madwoman.
It was as if she had rediscovered the joy of lightly grazing the paper with her pen on those sweltering summer nights filled with excitement and longing.
Twenty thousand words was no small feat. But when inspired, she lost all sense of time.
By the time Bai Ming finished, the sun was already setting.
“Phew…”
After clicking send, Bai Ming closed her tablet with a long sigh of relief.
For the first time, her heart was filled with a sense of fulfillment and happiness.
At this moment, she was full of anticipation, eager for Sang Zhe’s response, no matter if it was good or bad.
It had been so long since she had experienced such a fluttering, youthful excitement.
Every now and then, she would sneak a peek at the messages, wondering if Sang Zhe had replied.
However, an hour passed without any news.
“Oh… right.”
“Sang Zhe went back to the Demon Cult today.” Bai Ming suddenly drooped her head.
“Maybe he is on the way. I don’t know when he’ll have time to read my story.”
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Meanwhile, on the way back, Sang Zhe was muttering, “It’s almost there; it will be dark soon.”
He was having a sweet video call with his wife, Zhang Xiaoying, through a communication device.
“So, husband, what do you want to eat tonight? I’m about to go out with Aunt Yu to buy some groceries.”
“How about some beef and lamb? Might come in handy tonight.”
“You’re so annoying~ husband, you’re really not serious.”
One had to admit, after being away on a trip, having a wife who thinks of you and waits for you to come home is quite a blessing.
Sang Zhe was enjoying the playful banter with Xiaoying when she suddenly said, “By the way, Sister Gu came over to our house.”
“Really? Sister Gu has time to come down from the mountain again?”
“Yeah,” Xiaoying replied, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I told Sister Gu you were back today, and she couldn’t wait to pick you up.”
“Be careful on your way back; don’t miss her.”
Sang Zhe found it amusing that Sister Gu would be so eager to come get him.
But judging by Sister Gu’s cultivation level, she was probably already close to catching up with him.
So, Sang Zhe waved goodbye to Xiaoying and closed the communication device, starting to look around for Gu Yingmian’s figure.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Three or four figures dressed in dark golden robes had surrounded his carriage.
Sang Zhe watched as the coachman in front slowly collapsed to the ground, and he silently thought, “Nian Nian.”
“Elite members of the Holy Kingdom’s Tianlang Wei,” Nian Nian’s voice echoed in his ear.
“Two at the peak of Transformation, one in the Harmonization Stage.”
“Heh, are they coming for me?”
Sang Zhe quickly understood what was happening.
It seemed that the Holy Kingdom intended to show off against the Demon Cult.
What he didn’t expect was that the target they chose was him.
“Two at the peak of Transformation and one in Harmonization…” Sang Zhe chuckled, “The Holy Kingdom really thinks highly of me.”
“For a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, is this really necessary?”
Outside the carriage, a booming ghostly voice rang out, “The dead don’t need to know so much.”
“Dead?” Sang Zhe raised an eyebrow, “Is the mission from the Holy Kingdom not to take me back but to kill me?”
“…The dead don’t need to know so much.”
“No, I need clarity even in death! Isn’t the Holy Kingdom about to index the Demon Cult, rather than simply showing off?”
“…The dead don’t need to know so much.”
“…Dude, do you only know how to say that one line?”
“…”
Soon, Nian Nian’s voice echoed in his ear, “Every Tianlang Wei member is an elite trained assassin from the Holy Kingdom. They have been rigorously trained not to reveal too much about their tasks, so all they say to their targets is that line.”
So he really does only know that one line. Sang Zhe was speechless.
“Alright then. Go ahead and make your move.”
With a hint of impatience, Sang Zhe glanced at the time on the communication device. “Hurry up, I still need to get home for dinner with my wife.”
The three Tianlang Wei members exchanged glances.
Clearly, they were puzzled.
Isn’t he just a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?
Isn’t he afraid of death?
But the Tianlang Wei are all dead men; to them, nothing matters except completing the mission.
So, the leader of the Harmonization Stage Tianlang Wei slowly drew out his heavy, imposing blade, taking deliberate steps toward Sang Zhe.
In his eyes, this little cultivator had likely given up on resisting and would let himself be handled.
As long as he took him back, the task would be a successful completion.
Surprisingly simple.
However, just as he was about to draw his blade and press it against Sang Zhe’s neck, it suddenly fell weakly to the ground.
The Harmonization Stage Tianlang Wei member was confused for a moment, wondering why the blade had suddenly dropped.
The next second, he realized.
It wasn’t the blade that had fallen.
It was his hand that had just been severed and lay on the ground.
He didn’t even understand how his hand had been cut off.
It was too fast.
He felt no pain. In fact, there wasn’t even blood flowing, as if it had been frozen solid.
At this moment, a striking figure in white entered his vision.
The pristine, almost celestial white garment passed right by him and walked up to Sang Zhe.
As she spoke, her unexpectedly spoiled tone contradicted her icy beauty, “Did you get hurt?”
“With my invincible Sister Gu around, how could I possibly get hurt?”
Seeing Sang Zhe laughing like it was no big deal, Gu Yingmian shot him a resentful glance.
“Still laughing. If I hadn’t decided to come pick you up on a whim, you would’ve been in serious trouble!”
Sang Zhe just smiled in reply, noncommittal.
Gu Yingmian pouted but couldn’t bring herself to scold him; she just playfully pinched his arm.
Then she turned her gaze coldly toward the Tianlang Wei member, who was now on the ground, writhing like a worm with all his limbs broken.
“Speak.”
“Is there really someone here who wishes to die?”
“…Dare to touch my man?”
