"Mysterious expert?"
This immediately piqued Zhao Yuanshan's interest. He knew very well how proud his cousin's family was. What kind of mysterious expert could attract them to come all the way to Jinling?
Zhao Jiancheng nodded slightly. "I've heard that an extraordinary expert has emerged in Jinling, possibly even a 9th Realm Land Immortal!"
Hiss!
Zhao Yuanshan couldn't help but take a sharp breath. Although he wasn't a martial artist, he had some understanding of the Martial Dao. A Land Immortal was the pinnacle of martial prowess. He never imagined that such a formidable expert would appear in Jinling.
In his eyes, let alone a 9th Realm Land Immortal, even his cousin, a 5th Realm Grandmaster, was an unattainable existence.
One could only imagine how terrifying the 9th Realm was.
Tap, tap, tap...
Zhao Yuanshan was about to ask more when Zhao Donglai came out. His eyes lit up upon seeing Zhao Jiancheng. "Brother, what brings you here?"
Zhao Jiancheng glanced at his cousin, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. Just from the surface, he could tell that Zhao Donglai was a man drained by indulgence in women. As a martial artist, he looked down on such a waste, but since Zhao Donglai was his cousin, he naturally didn't show his contempt.
"You, you should learn from your brother and practice martial arts more," Zhao Yuanshan said, somewhat disappointed in his son. Compared to Zhao Jiancheng, they were on completely different levels.
One looked vigorous and sharp, while his son appeared hollow and frail. Without comparison, there would be no harm. His son would eventually be drained by women.
Zhao Donglai sat down with a grin. "Dad, I'm just not cut out for martial arts."
He knew well how grueling martial arts training was. At his age, he only wanted to enjoy life, not endure hardship.
"Martial arts require talent," Zhao Jiancheng said flatly, implying Zhao Donglai lacked it.
"Give me back my Miss!!!"
Suddenly, a shrill cry came from outside.
"What's going on?" Zhao Yuanshan frowned. "Don't they see I have an honored guest?" Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
The steward hurried in, whispering, "Master, it's a servant from the Qin Family."
Zhao Yuanshan was furious. "A mere servant dares to shout here? Throw them out!"
"Wait."
Zhao Donglai chuckled. "Return her Miss to her. She's already half-dead. If she dies here, it would be too unlucky."
"Yes," the steward replied.
Zhao Yuanshan apologized to Zhao Jiancheng. "Nephew, sorry for the spectacle."
Zhao Jiancheng waved it off, indifferent. As a martial artist, he naturally didn't care about ordinary people. Killing a woman, or even a hundred, wouldn't make him blink. It wasn't unheard of in the Martial Dao World.
This was a world where the weak were prey to the strong, and the weak deserved no sympathy.
Qin Lan was thrown in front of the servant, who, upon seeing the Young Miss's state, burst into heart-wrenching sobs. "Miss... don't scare me..."
"Take her away quickly. Don't wail in the Zhao Family, it's bad luck!" the steward snorted coldly.
"You..." The servant pointed at the Zhao Family. "I'll call the police, I'll have you arrested!"
"Call the police?"
Zhao Donglai loved hearing these cries. It gave him a special thrill, so he came out to watch the servant's heart-wrenching display, then kicked her away. "Feel free to call the police, but I can't guarantee your Miss will see tomorrow's sun."
"You beast!!" the servant shouted.
"You bastard!" Zhao Donglai was enraged, grabbing the barely conscious Qin Lan and slapping her repeatedly. "If the dog misbehaves, I can only teach the owner."
"Let go of my Miss..." The servant lunged forward.
"Kneel!" Zhao Donglai pointed to the ground.
Zhao Donglai noticed the servant had some looks. Though not very pretty, she was passable, and he had a wicked thought. He chuckled, "If you want me to let your Miss go, it's not impossible. Just take off your clothes now!"
The servant trembled. Though in her thirties and unmarried, young men usually weren't interested in her. She never expected the Zhao Family's Young Master to be so perverse. But in Zhao Donglai's hands, she could only comply, slowly removing her clothes...
In the living room, Zhao Jiancheng sipped his tea indifferently. He wouldn't sympathize with an ordinary person, merely saying, "Donglai is too slow. Such people should be killed to avoid future trouble."
"You're right, nephew. I'll have Donglai handle it later," Zhao Yuanshan nodded in agreement, inwardly puzzled. Martial artists truly were different, killing as easily as drinking water. But indeed, to these martial experts, ordinary people were like ants.
The Zhao Family courtyard had many servants watching the servant slowly undress. Some men couldn't help but swallow. Despite being in her thirties, the servant's skin was tight and fair.
Piece by piece, the clothes came off, leaving only the final covering on her body.
"Take it off!" Zhao Donglai grew impatient with the servant's hesitation.
"Sister Wu... don't..." Qin Lan, barely conscious, spoke with difficulty.
Sister Wu, tears streaming, was about to remove the last covering, exciting some men.
Boom!
At that moment, a loud noise erupted.
A figure appeared in the courtyard, standing before Zhao Donglai. Qin Lan, who had been in Zhao Donglai's grasp, was now in the figure's arms.
"Who the hell are you?"
Zhao Donglai was furious at the sudden intruder. "Don't you know this is the Zhao Family?"
The Zhao Family's thugs knew it was time to act. They slowly surrounded the newcomer, ready to strike at Zhao Donglai's command.
Barely conscious, Qin Lan felt the warmth of the embrace. Her eyes were cloudy, her vision blurred. After a moment, she recognized the familiar face, and tears streamed down. She hadn't cried when Zhao Donglai tormented her, nor when her body was ravaged to this state.
But at this moment, she cried...
"Sob... Brother..."