Chapter 931: Hanging by a Thread
The Steward Demonic Emperor
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âThen you can go and tell him his son is safe and sound, treated like a prince. He can make the exchange without worry. As for seeing him, ha-ha-ha, I find it unnecessary.â
Baili Jingwei showed a crafty smile as he sipped tea.
Shangguan Feiyun mocked, âYep, so go ahead and tell him that. Itâs not like he has some divine eye that can tell him if you have seen the kid or not.â
âI wish it were that simple.â
Shangguan Yulin sighed in distress, âYou know as well the punk is lively as a monkey. He wonât be fooled with just that. He told me he and his son had a signal. I need to see the child in person and relay this signal. When I reply, heâll only believe if I come with the matching signal, or heâd believe his son is dead and the deal is off. Heâll just give the sword to Shangguan Yulin and throw his lot with themâ¦â
Shangguan Feiyun cried out, âThereâs something like that? You just have to see the brat?â
âIt seems like itâ¦â Shangguan Yulin had no intention of seeing Gu Santong if he could help it, which he couldnât.
He was always scared here, in the Flying Cloud manor and the faster he left, the better. There was no way he could feel safe, not when Shangguan Feiyun was right there flexing his power.
Shangguan Feiyun frowned and turned to Baili Jingwei, but the man was deep in thought.
Shangguan Yulinâs heart sank, having a really bad feeling. âY-you didnât actually kill him, did you? Donât you want the Soaring Sword? If Gu Yifan doesnât get confirmation, then thereâs no deal. You wonât get the sword and my body will be ruined. H-how could you just kill him? You could at least wait to get the divine sword. Prime Minister, youâre a man of wisdom so howâ¦â
âSilence!â
Shangguan Feiyun glared, âEnough of your chattering! Heâs not dead.â
[Oh, so heâs alive.]
[Then why are you so sensitive to the topic? Just let me see the brat and donât make it harder on me. I almost had a heart attack thinking Iâd see a corpseâ¦]
SIghing, Shangguan Yulin unclenched, regarding them with renewed hope and waiting for an answer.
Baili Jingwei glanced over and nodded, âFine, Iâll take you to the boy. Though itâs up to luck if you can squeeze even a word out of him.â
âW-what does that mean? What did you do? Did you beat him to an inch of his life and now he canât even speak?â Shangguan Yulin cried out.
Seeing their eyes had him trembling in fear.
[These savages wonât spare even a child, how brutal!]
Not like Shangguan Yulin was any better. At the very least he would not start tormenting women and children.
He was the young master of a renowned clan and had to act like it, knowing how far to take his cruelty.
[But these menâ¦]
Shangguan Feiyun snapped at him, âWhatâs with that look? Are you thinking we did this to him? You call a monster like that a child?â
âThatâsâ¦â
âThis way, young master Shangguan.â
Baili Jingwei interrupted, standing up and leading the way with the Sword Kings by his side. Shangguan Yulin scratched his head as he went along.
The four passed through many places before arriving at a rock garden. Shangguan Feiyun made a sign and the space warped to reveal a dark hole.
The four went down the dark abyss then lights came to life. As they descended, two rows of Soul Harmony and Genesis Stage guards welcomed them, standing there like statues, fifty in total.
Their auras had Shangguan Yulin scared silly.
[Flying Cloud manorâs secret jail is under such a tight guard.] n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yet all this secret place had locked up was none other than a child. This went to show just how wary Baili Jingwei and the Sword Kings were of him or maybe Gu Yifan.
The four reached the end, but it was beyond the gloomy and damp hell Shangguan Yulin pictured. Instead he saw silk and lights, a carved table and a granite chair; quite fancy. The bed in particular caught eyes with its carved and intricate jade supports buffed to a shine.
[You call this a jail cell? More like a kingâs chambers!]
Shangguan Feiyun patted his shoulder and pointed at the pale and resting child on the bed, âHereâs the brat you wanted to see. Does it look like I touched him?â
[Heâs Gu Yifanâs son?]â
Shangguan Yulin cheered.
[Heâs still alive!]
âYoung Sanzi!â
In the Flying Cloud City, in a dark corner bordering the manor, a sitting shadow made signs as it cried out.
He slipped into Flying Cloud City, right behind Shangguan Yulin, and lay in ambush.
Out of anyoneâs perception, the swarming maggots in Shangguan Yulinâs belly withdrew to reveal a scarlet image of an infant.
The idea behind dumping so many Bloodworms into Shangguan Yulin was not to threaten him into submission. He had other ways to do that. The Bloodworms worked to those below the Ethereal Stage since it tortured oneâs body. But it hardly posed a threat to a cultivatorâs soul.
The other would just have to take the consequence of ruining his body and you had no way of using him after.
Zhuo Fan stuffed him with Bloodworms to hide the Blood Infantâs scent.
Zhuo Fan had him knocked unconscious to blind him of the process and just what else was hidden in there. Blood Infant was one, Bloodworms were another, while also sealing the guyâs senses. So when Shangguan Feiyun came to check, heâd only see the Bloodworms, unaware of the Blood Infant lurking beneath.
It was the perfect way to get Shangguan Yulin to help him find young Sanzi.
All of it was set up to find young Sanzi as soon as possible. Any rescue attempt could only start when the targetâs location was confirmed.
Zhuo Fanâs brow shook, seeing through Blood Infantâs eyes the frail child behind the silk covers. His fists clenched, his heart shuddered in pain.
But calm soon returned.
It was not the time for action, but patienceâ¦
Shangguan Yulin approached Gu Santongâs side and checked his vitals. He turned to Shangguan Feiyun in shock, âHow is he?â
âHeâs weakened by severe blood loss.â Shangguan Feiyun rolled his eyes.
Shangguan Yulin checked again and noticed Gu Santongâs damaged arm. Even with the bandages to staunch the bleeding, blood was seeping still, following the arm and dripping into a bowl.
Startled, Shangguan Yulin asked, âAre you letting out blood? Why?â
âBullshit!â
Shangguan Feiyun cursed, âIâm no saint, but never this vile as to bleed out a child. I never once tortured him and even used my personal training room to heal him. And youâre asking if I bled him?â
âThis is your personal room?â
âWhat else, a prison?â
Shangguan Yulin huffed and glared at him, turning to Gu Santong, âThe kid is weird. I planned on using him to threaten that Gu guy after my blade hurt him, so I had my alchemists heal him. But the odd thing is that no medicine can halt the bleeding. Thatâs why I was hesitating about letting you see him. While not dead, heâs not long for this world. Itâs unclear if he can get us the sword as he is.â
Shangguan Yulinâs brow shook.
[So thatâs what all that stalling was about. The brat is hanging by a thread. He might not even live past a fortnight to see the exchange.]
[Gu Yifan will never go with the damn thing if he knew and will throw his lot with Shangguan clan, raising a family, but without his sonâ¦]
Zhuo Fan was overwhelmed at the truth about his condition, worried and flustered.
[Young Sanzi canât heal? W-whyâ¦]