Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!-Chapter 65 - Division of Spoils Additional for

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Division of Spoils [Additional for Alliance Hierarch “Dudu Rabbit”]_1

Chapter 65 -65 Division of Spoils [Additional for Alliance Hierarch “Dudu Rabbit”]_1

“Pfft—”

Upon hearing Chu Liang’s announcement of Fifty Thousand, Shang Shuwen nearly spat out an old blood on the spot.

Looking at your clean and handsome features, who knew that what comes out of your mouth would be so outrageous?

Fifty thousand Sword Coins.

You really dare to say it.

Even I, a mere Peak Master, wouldn’t have Fifty Thousand Sword Coins at disposal, let alone a Divine Consciousness Realm like you.

Even if you truly have it, such an enormous sum laid out here will be intimidating even for Zhang Xingyuan to snatch. Who will believe your bold claim that he stole this much from you? Only a fool would.

Upon hearing this, Empress Feng seemed a bit startled, perhaps she hadn’t expected the number Chu Liang quoted to be higher than she had anticipated.

Subsequently, her gaze upon Chu Liang conveyed approval.

The most frustrated person there was undoubtedly Zhang Xingyuan, standing behind Shang Shuwen.

The situation was clearly in the favor of the strong, and his Master had intended to make peace. He didn’t mind paying, but… how could things suddenly turn so preposterous?

From fifty to fifty thousand; was this some kind of surcharging?

Could anyone actually say such words?

He immediately shouted in a high-pitched voice: “Impossible! Master, as Heaven and Earth bear witness! I only demanded fifty Sword Coins from him! He is making absurd claims!”

Upon hearing this, Shang Shuwen, instantly turned around and gave him a glare.

So there really was extortion going on.

Now isn’t this admitting guilt…

Upon hearing this, Empress Feng’s eyebrows immediately lifted, “Oh? You’re saying Fifty, but he’s saying Fifty Thousand—that’s a substantial difference. Peak Master Shang, I propose…”

Her gaze shifted towards Zhang Xingyuan, a smirk appeared on her lips as she looked at the Golden Core Realm youngster.

“Why don’t we burn him, and see exactly how many Sword Coins he has on him. If there are indeed Fifty Thousand, we’ll take them and leave. If not, I’ll offer my apologies.”

“What do you think?”

Thump.

Upon hearing her words, Zhang Xingyuan instantly kneeled onto the ground with a thud. His knees were trembling so strongly that he could no longer stand!

It wasn’t something he intended to do.

But when Empress Feng looked at him and casually said the words “burn him” everyone may have taken it as a threat, but in that moment… he believed that Empress Feng would kill him with just a flick of her hand.

As easily as crushing an ant!

That was the imposing aura and pressure that the Wen Dao Realm expert carried, including the Sha qi developed from battling in blood-soaked fields. Even if just a shred of it fell onto his shoulder, it was already more than what he could possibly withstand.

Unbeknownst to him, his face was already filled with intense fear and streaming with tears.

Shang Shuwen took a step forward, positioning himself in front of Zhang Xingyuan and attempting to protect his disciple. Yet his Cultivation, being average among the Shu Mountain Peak Masters, was more than sufficient to start a sect in the jianghu. However, in front of Empress Feng it wasn’t worth much.

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Under Empress Feng’s full release of imposing pressure, he too let out a low grunt, his expression grew solemn.

After a pause, he started: “At most, I can compensate you with Five Thousand Sword Coins, and we consider this matter settled. If you still refuse to let go, we’ll take it to the Law Enforcement Hall, or to Unbounded Palace. I won’t compromise anymore.”

Admittedly, Yun Yao Peak was in the wrong in this matter, and furthermore, the other party was someone they can’t afford to provoke. Shang Shuwen had no other choice but to pay a significant sum in an attempt to cool things down.

Fifty Thousand Sword Coins was a ludicrous proposal, and even Five Thousand wasn’t a small sum.

“Five thousand?” Empress Feng squinted her eyes into a dangerous slit, as if pondering her next action. Then, she turned to Chu Liang, “Is that acceptable?”

“Master has always taught me to treat people kindly,” Chu Liang nodded, “Disciple believes since Peak Master Shang has the intention of reconciling, we shouldn’t disrupt the harmony between sect members.”

“Exactly,” Empress Feng laughed, instantly the overwhelming aura around her dissipated like clouds fading after the rain, alleviating the breaths and intestines of everyone on Yun Yao Peak, “We, at Silver Sword Peak, uphold the principle of treating people kindly, we’ll consider the Forty-Five Thousand difference as an investment in making a friend.”

“Many friends make a smooth journey,” Chu Liang nodded in agreement.

Empress Feng playfully gave herself a chest bump, “From now on, we’re brothers.”

Master and disciple were laughing and joking around, which instantly lightened the previously tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Shang Shuwen maintained a meditative expression. After a moment of silence, he casually threw a green jade slip, which Empress Feng handily caught.

“Take these sword coins and go. I still have my Yunyao Peak family affairs to handle.” Shang Shuwen forced out the words, doing his best to sound dismissive.

“See you later then.” Empress Feng accepted the small storage jade slip, gave it a sweep with her divine sense to confirm the number of sword coins was correct, and didn’t linger around more than necessary.

Master and disciple wore grinning faces as they went back home, absolutely thrilled.

Left alone, Shang Shuwen turned around to look at his still trembling disciple, kneeling on the ground, and the remains of what used to be his home now turned into a devastated land.

“What exactly happened?” He asked.

“It was… It was Brother Shang.” Knowing he couldn’t hide the truth any longer since the issue had escalated this much, Zhang Xingyuan figured he might as well admit that Shang Ziliang was involved, “He asked me to teach the disciple from Silver Sword Peak a lesson, I just… I just did it…”

“Shang Ziliang?” Upon hearing his son’s name, Shang Shuwen’s brows finally knitted together.

Without any hesitation, he summoned Shang Ziliang through the air. A gust of wind encapsulated Shang Ziliang and brought him over.

Shang Ziliang had been on Yunyao Peak, and was fully aware of what just happened. He was already on edge and just as he suspected, he found himself being pulled in by his father in the blink of an eye.

Facing the cold expression on Shang Shuwen’s face, beads of perspiration broke out on Shang Ziliang’s forehead, falling like a waterfall.

“What happened?” Shang Shuwen’s tone remained calm.

But Shang Ziliang knew this was when his father was the most furious.

“Dad…” He couldn’t help but tremble, barely able to put together a coherent sentence, “That… I confess, I confess everything. But before that I want to confirm something. That is… ”

“I am your biological son, right?”

…

“You did a great job today.”

Inside the loft of Silver Sword Peak, Empress Feng highly praised Chu Liang.

“I was worried you wouldn’t speak up enough, but you exceeded my expectations. You’ve got guts, young man.”

“It’s all thanks to Master’s teachings.” Chu Liang was still being modest and cautious.

“Keep it up.” Empress Feng nodded her head.

Chu Liang didn’t reply, just looked at Empress Feng without uttering a word.

“What’s wrong?” Empress Feng asked, puzzled.

“Master, we made quite the loot today…” Chu Liang said with a smile.

“Ah, you rascal…” Empress Feng also broke into a smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t forget your share. We’ll split it seventy-thirty!”

Saying this, Empress Feng tossed a bag full of sword coins.

Chu Liang caught it, weighed it in his hand, and found it to be around a hundred or so. When his divine sense swept over it, he realized the precise count was one hundred and fifty.

“Master?” He blinked.

“We split seventy-thirty, right? So you get thirty percent, I get seventy percent. That’s fair, isn’t it?” Empress Feng asserted.

“…” Chu Liang was left speechless.

However, since today’s victory was all thanks to Empress Feng, being able to freeload was already a good deal. Plus, he was familiar with his master’s style. Once money was in her hand, it was like food in a dog’s stomach – he was fortunate that she allowed him a share this time.

He didn’t dwell on it.

As long as he could peacefully sell his fruit tea, he will still be able to lead a good life.

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly felt a jolt from within his robe.

The Soul Summoning Order?