Chapter 37: The Homicidal Maniac

"How dare you, you brat, treat my servant like this! You have a lot of nerve! Seize this little rascal for me! I want him to taste the experience of being ravaged!" The Imperial Uncle glared viciously at Xuanyuan Hongyu, ordering his attendants to capture the disobedient youth.

As he fantasized about the proud youth begging for mercy beneath him, his excitement grew, and his fat face flushed with anticipation. The Imperial Uncle had played with every kind of woman; he figured experimenting with a man would be quite pleasant.

Xuanyuan Hongyu detested the sight of a man looking at him with such lecherous filth. Infuriated, he didn't stop to think; he flung the loud-mouthed, pig-like Imperial Uncle aside with a powerful strike. Poor Imperial Uncle—his layers of blubber could not save his life; after a few struggles, he breathed his last.

The attendants stepped forward in disbelief. The leader cautiously checked his master’s breath and looked at the youth, whose robes fluttered in the air, with sheer shock. Heavens, the Imperial Uncle was actually dead!

They knew they would not survive this, but if they were to die, they would drag this culprit down with them! The leader shouted, "Avenge our master!"

A group of men rushed toward Xuanyuan Hongyu, wildly swinging their iron swords, fighting with their lives even though they knew they were no match for him.

It wasn't out of loyalty; they knew their survival was hopeless and had to think of their families. If they fought to the death against this villain, perhaps the Great Master would spare their families in recognition of their efforts.

Ling Wei had closed her eyes early on, not daring to look at the bloody scene before her. It was far more terrifying than slaughtering a chicken or watching Uncle Zhao perform an autopsy on someone’s head.

The person holding her wasn't just a pervert—he was a murderous demon! Ling Wei trembled in fear, too terrified to speak, lest she anger the youth and invite her own demise.

Xuanyuan Hongyu sensed the little one’s trembling and felt even more displeased. "Little fool, keep your eyes closed. Do not open them. I am clearing out the trash for you."

With a few waves of his hand, the attendants who had been shouting about revenge fell to the ground in unison, silenced forever.

Xuanyuan Hongyu looked around the inn with disdain, then swept away, carrying Ling Wei in his arms. He drifted through the air, heading straight for the General’s Mansion. He flew into the small courtyard and, with another wave of his hand, threw open the door to Ling Wei’s room. "Little girl, open your eyes. We are home; you are safe now."

Ling Wei kept her eyes tightly shut, terrified to open them for fear of seeing blood on the youth. "No, no. Go away. I don't want you here." The small creature could only think of the horrific scene she had just witnessed, and in a desperate attempt to protect herself, she shouted for Xuanyuan Hongyu to leave.

Xuanyuan Hongyu looked at her pale little face, suppressed his growing irritation, and coaxed her patiently: "Be good, open your eyes. Ling Wei, you are home. If you don't believe me, feel this—this is your little quilt, isn't it?"

"No, no, go away." Ling Wei kept her eyes clamped shut, flailing her limbs to drive away the youth who brought her such terror.

"Burning bridges after crossing? Zhantai Ling Wei, you've got guts!" Where had Xuanyuan Hongyu ever suffered such insolence? He had offered kindness, only to be met with defiance! The increasingly angry youth, uncharacteristically losing his composure, tossed the little thing into her silk quilt.

"I command you to open your eyes! Look at me! Look at me!" Enraged, the youth pinned the wriggling creature on the bed with one hand while trying to force her eyes open with the other.

"Zhantai Ling Wei, do not provoke me again! You will not like my punishment!" Xuanyuan Hongyu did not know what had gone wrong; this little girl’s sudden outburst was completely beyond his understanding.