Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 366 Being a gigolo is really delicious (13,000 words)

"Alright, now that you and my husband are at the same level, you can have a fair and just one-on-one duel," Hua Lianyue said with a smile.

Her tone was as gentle as ever, with a silky, sticky quality that was very pleasant to hear.

These words, however, caused the Ghost Cave Master a suffocating discomfort. His two arms and two legs had been brutally torn off by Hua Lian Yue. As a ninth-rank martial artist, the Ghost Cave Master had experienced countless battles and suffered numerous injuries, cultivating an extraordinary level of endurance. Yet, under such torture, he was still in excruciating pain, but even so, he endured it all.

But I couldn't bear it; a sharp pain shot through my heart.

With a loud "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Listen to this, listen to this, is this something a human being could say?
You fucking crippled all four of my limbs, turned me into a human pig, and then you're telling me it's a fair and just one-on-one fight?

Have some shame.

You are a grandmaster.

Aren't all grandmasters people of high moral character and great prestige, who exude an air of otherworldly elegance just by standing there?

How could they be so shameless?
Even Song Yan couldn't help but cough softly, his expression strange.

However, Hua Lianyue's clever and ruthless methods startled Song Yan.

But then I realized that Hua Lian Yue had gained her current strength through countless battles, both large and small, over the years. The number of people who had died at her hands was probably countless.

Having reached such a level of power, I wouldn't say they treat human lives as worthless, but they certainly don't care much about a few lives.

In other words, their relationship was rather special. This is why Hua Lian Yue was relatively obedient, docile, and sensible in front of him, but with others, it depended entirely on her mood. When she was in a bad mood, that's what happened to Guo Sheng's family, and even the Ghost Cave Master before them.

Of course, no matter what Hua Lianyue really looks like, one thing is undeniable: this gigolo is really delicious.

Moreover, it's fed directly into your mouth, as if they'd chew it up for you.

Song Yan blinked helplessly, reached out and picked up the hammer from the ground. He really didn't have much strength left. When he first grabbed the hammer, Song Yan didn't take it seriously and wielded it as if it were an extension of his arm.

But now, my whole hand is numb and stiff, and my fingers are almost unresponsive.

Holding the hammer in my hand, I felt it weighed a ton.

He pursed his lips and slowly walked towards the Ghost Cave Master. Naturally, Song Yan would not have much pity for such a person. Putting aside how shameless it was for a ninth-grade martial artist to challenge him, a fifth-grade martial artist, to fight him one-on-one, just the things this guy had done were sins that he could not atone for even if he died a thousand or ten thousand times.

Abducting women.

kill.

What Song Yan found most intolerable was child trafficking, even deliberately breaking children's limbs, gouging out their eyes, and forcing them to beg.

In his past life, what he hated most was human traffickers.

This life will be the same.

If it weren't for the unsuitable time and place, and the fact that Hua Lianyue had torn off his limbs and his wounds were still gushing blood, Song Yan would have liked to give this guy a thorough dressing-down.

“Lord of the Cave, let’s have a one-on-one duel.” Song Yan was quite generous: “Although I have just been through a battle and don’t have much strength left, you have also had your limbs torn off, so we are evenly matched.”

"In that case, I won't take advantage of you. You go first."

your sister.

The Ghost Cave Master opened his mouth wide, wanting to unleash a torrent of abuse on Song Yan. He finally understood why Hua Lian Yue, a Grandmaster, could be so shameless; she had clearly been corrupted by Song Yan.

They really are a perfect match, husband and wife.

Make a move? I'd like to make a move, you know.

But do I still have hands?

Unfortunately, he seemed so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Huh? If you're not going to make the first move, then I will." Song Yan chuckled, aimed at the Ghost Cave Master's head, and swung his arm forcefully. With a whoosh, the iron hammer flew towards the Ghost Cave Master.

However, my fingers are a little unresponsive.

The hammer slipped slightly the moment it left my hand, causing it to arc through the air before falling about a meter away.

boom!
"Ouch..."

In an instant, a scream like a wolf's howl echoed through the ghost cave.

The atmosphere was chilling, painful, and hopeless; for a moment, the ghost cave was filled with eerie energy that sent shivers down one's spine.

It should be noted that even when his limbs were torn off before, the Ghost Cave Master did not scream so horribly.

Song Yan's vision was a little blurry. When he looked closely, his lips trembled. Good heavens, the spot where it hit him was absolutely perfect.

It was right in the middle of my legs.

Uh, this guy has no legs.

So it should be about seven inches below the lower abdomen?

In short, it's the key point.

It turned into a paste immediately.

If Song Zhe were still alive, the Ghost Cave Master could have become good sisters with her.

Tsk.

The strange voices of ten black-armored warriors came from behind them, and their eyes were full of respect as they looked at their leader... This was their general. Killing someone was just a matter of beheading, what was the point?
From physical to mental torment, that's the style of a general.

Look at what happened to those who offended their own general. Song Zhen, Song Yun, Yang Miaoqing, Song Zhe—which one of them didn't die in extreme pain, despair, resentful hatred, and utterly unable to avenge themselves?
You absolutely must learn this technique.

It might come in handy when we fight the Jurchens next year.

"Sorry, my hand slipped, my hand slipped..." Song Yan apologized sincerely.

Unfortunately, the Ghost Cave Master, his face flushed, eyes wide, mouth agape as if he could swallow an egg, was unable to accept Song Yan's apology.

With a smile, Song Yan took a few steps forward again, picked up the iron hammer, and then slowly and carefully placed it on the chest of the Ghost Cave Master.

The Ghost Cave Master's upper body, which he had struggled to lift, was instantly pressed to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

This is actually a cruel method of murder, often involving pressing a sandbag against the suspect's chest. This causes the lungs to expand and contract more slowly, gradually suffocating the victim until their strength is exhausted and their lungs can no longer expand, resulting in death by suffocation.

Just like the current master of Ghost Cave.

The amplitude and frequency of chest movements decreased significantly.

A strange cyanosis began to appear on his face, his pupils dilated, the large blood vessels in his neck bulged, and his sternum gradually caved in. Blood vessels burst open in his wide eyes.

He struggled desperately, opening his mouth but unable to utter a sound, his eyes rolling upwards and turning white. This agonizing ordeal lasted for about five or six minutes, until his eyes rolled back, his head finally slumped limply to the side, and he fell completely silent.

This can be considered as defeating and killing a ninth-rank martial artist.

With my fifth-grade cultivation level, who else but me can kill a ninth-grade martial artist?

It is likely that since the emergence of martial arts, there has never been such an exaggerated challenge to someone of a higher level.

Song Yan felt a little smug.

Although Hua Lianyue helped a little bit in this process.

Shaking his head, Song Yan suppressed the strange thoughts that had arisen in his mind. He glanced around and then walked steadily toward the last door.

Now that he'd come to the Ghost Cave, he couldn't leave empty-handed; that wasn't in his nature.

Behind the door was the cave master's residence, complete with a house, tables, and chairs. In this dark ditch, such a residence could definitely be considered luxurious.

There are even bookshelves.

The bookshelves are mostly filled with the Four Books and Five Classics.

Song Yan wasn't particularly interested in these books; he just flipped through them casually.

Soon, a silver note was found in a page of the Analects.

Ten thousand taels.

Song Yan's face twitched.

He knew that the Ghost Cave must have amassed a considerable fortune over the years, and he also knew that the Ghost Cave Master would try to hide his wealth, but he never expected it to be hidden inside the book.

Are you a junior high school student?

Song Yan waved his hand, calling for people to come and help search.

Every now and then a gasp could be heard, and for some reason, it gave me a strange sense of excitement, like opening a treasure chest and getting something good.

The Ghost Cave Master hid his money in all sorts of bizarre places: inside books, pillows, blankets, the hidden compartments of desk drawers, the recesses under chairs… If everyone hadn't searched so meticulously, they probably wouldn't have found it. All in all, there were fifty-six silver notes worth ten thousand taels of silver, slightly less than Song Yan had expected. He had assumed that after so many years, the Ghost Cave must have accumulated several million in savings. Although somewhat disappointed, Song Yan was still very happy to have received fifty-six thousand taels of silver for free.

Besides these silver notes, after knocking over the bookshelf, they actually found an account book. The account book recorded all the income and expenses of the Ghost Cave in detail... Song Yan glanced at it and saw that a small part of the expenses were used to support the eight hundred martial artists and those ordinary people, while the vast majority were tributes to the higher-ups.

Just flipping through a few pages, several names made Song Yan's heart skip a beat.

If these account books fall into the hands of Emperor Ninghe, the court will likely be thrown into chaos.

Be nice.

After thinking for a moment, Song Yan picked up the ledger, walked to the corpse of the Ghost Cave Master, and stained it with a little blood. This made it look more sinister and, for some reason, more convincing.

That's not all. Inside the desk leg, they also found a piece of paper covered with densely packed names... This was a list of officials from Dongling Prefecture who had been bribed by the Ghost Cave.

It's another extremely valuable item.

In addition, there is a roster of Ghost Cave's surface strongholds in Dongling City.

The dwarf had previously stated that there were seven strongholds on the surface, but this roster records as many as thirteen. Either the dwarf was hiding something, or there were some strongholds that even the dwarf didn't know about.

They carefully collected all the items and searched the place thoroughly, inside and out. They didn't even spare the corpses outside. The ten black-armored soldiers were particularly excited. Since the general's head was the main body, it was good for them to get a share. Every time they found a few pieces of silver from the chest or sleeve of a corpse, they were overjoyed... In the end, each of them was carrying a small cloth bag containing several years' worth of military pay.

After all that trouble, an hour had passed.

Seeing that it was almost time, the group left the ditch.

When it saw the light of day again, the moon was still high in the sky.

The night breeze, carrying fresh air, swept over me, and the stench and blood that had enveloped me gradually dissipated.

Fang family.

Fang Hai, Fang Jiang, Fang He, and Fang Shan were all anxiously waiting at the door.

Even Mr. Fang De was the same.

The group of people frowned, looking somewhat anxious and uneasy.

Fangshan originally planned to gather constables to cooperate with Song Yan in his actions, or at least provide support, since it would be too dangerous for Song Yan to act alone.

Unfortunately, Song Yan rejected the suggestion.

As per Song Yan's request, all the constables and police officers were gathered together and kept in Dongling Prefecture, with guards stationed at both the front and back gates, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.

Such anxious waiting is extremely agonizing.

Just as Fang Hai was starting to scratch his head in frustration, figures finally emerged from the darkness, their heavy footsteps unusually clear in the quiet night.

When they got closer and could finally see the person clearly, the Fang family members all breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Song Yan and his group.

Although the outcome of the battle is unknown, they have returned safely.

When they returned, Hua Lianyue and Luo Tianxuan were nowhere to be seen.

Fang Hai had the best relationship with Song Yan. Even from a distance, he hurried over, pulled Song Yan aside, and looked him over. Finding that although Song Yan was covered in scarlet blood, he didn't have any particularly serious wounds, he sighed heavily. "Nephew, I did teach you that when you get to Dongling, you should either hide your talents or act crazy, but not like this." Fang Hai was somewhat annoyed, feeling that he had corrupted Song Yan. He didn't even know how he had been so easily swayed by Song Yan's words.

After Song Yan left with his men, he was filled with remorse.

"Uncle Lao is worried." Song Yan smiled.

Although the two were entangled because of interests, Song Yan could sense that Fang Hai's concern for her was genuine.

I felt a little touched.

Just then, the others also came over.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." Fang De also breathed a sigh of relief. Song Yan is now an extremely important force on Emperor Ninghe's side, and also another target for the Fang family to bet on.

He originally disagreed with Song Yan's actions. Unfortunately, Song Yan acted quickly; he only went to the palace once, and then disappeared without a trace upon his return.

Song Yan smiled and took out two pieces of paper, placing them in Fang Shan's hand: "This is for your credit."

"The rats in the gutter are gone; only these visible ones remain."

Upon hearing this, everyone was even more shocked.

What does this mean?
Has the Ghost Cave been completely resolved?

This...how is this possible?

The Ghost Cave has been entrenched in Dongling for so many years. Countless people have tried to wipe it out, spending days or even months preparing, only to end up with nothing to show for their efforts. How come it was so easy for Song Yan? He finished everything in just a few hours.
Fang Jiang and Fang He both had deep suspicion in their eyes.

Only Fang Shan, upon seeing the two yellowed papers, felt his pupils slightly contract and his breathing quicken. He took a deep breath: "I'm starting to take action on my end too."

After leaving those words behind, Fang Shan hurriedly led his three hundred guards towards the Eastern Mausoleum.

"I need to go back and take a shower; I feel sticky and uncomfortable." Song Yan stretched his limbs, then took out the account book and handed it to Fang De: "Grandpa, take a look at this first."

Fang De was still somewhat confused and didn't know what this was.

Song Yan was already extremely exhausted. He simply waved his hand slightly and went to his bedroom.

The housekeeper arranged a new bedroom, bathtub, and hot water, all prepared in a short time. As her body soaked in the warm water, the thick blood clots on her body dissolved with the warm water, and Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes slightly.

When you're extremely tired, a warm bath is definitely a treat.

Fang De, Fang Jiang, Fang He, and Fang Hai also arrived at the study.

"Father, what exactly did Song Yan give you? Do you really believe that he destroyed the Ghost Cave all by himself?" Fang Jiang frowned as soon as he sat down.

His words were fraught with doubt.

Judging from the appearance of Song Yan and his group, Fang Jiang had no doubt that Song Yan had experienced a bloody battle, nor did he doubt that Song Yan had killed many people in Ghost Cave.

But he still didn't quite believe that the Ghost Cave would be wiped out.

Fang De ignored him and just looked through the things in his hands.

"I don't really believe it either," Fang He couldn't help but say. "I think we should call Fang Shan back now. It's best if our Fang family doesn't get involved in this matter. If Song Yan goes around bragging that he has eliminated the Ghost Cave, and then the Ghost Cave reappears a few days later, the Fang family will lose face."

People from these large families always place great importance on their reputation.

Fang De, who was looking through the account books, felt annoyed by the noise around him and couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Shut up, all of you."

Fang Jiang and Fang He reluctantly shut their mouths, not daring to utter a sound.

Fang De continued to flip through the account books, his expression growing increasingly solemn and alarmed. In the end, his face turned deathly pale, his breathing became rapid, his eyes widened, and even his fingers trembled slightly as he turned the pages.

I've only flipped through a third of the ledger, and eleven familiar names have already appeared on it.

This...this is going to turn the world upside down.

The vast majority of these people were from Bailu Academy, making up more than half. A small number were from the Yang family faction, and there were even two royalists.

Are all these people crazy?
How could you dare to take money like that?
Such an account book would naturally be extremely secretive, perhaps even kept by the Ghost Cave Master himself. Now it has fallen into Song Yan's hands. Looking at the fresh bloodstains on the account book, it may have been stolen after killing the Ghost Cave Master.

The destruction of Ghost Cave is a foregone conclusion and beyond doubt.

Even if some people are still alive, there are only a handful, not enough to cause any real trouble.

Only after finishing reading it did Fang De let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He had already valued Song Yan highly, but now he realized that he had underestimated the young man; he was even more outstanding than he had imagined.

"Father, what exactly is that?" Unable to contain his curiosity, Fang Jiang asked in a low voice.

"Don't ask so many questions." Fang De shook his head: "You all go out first. By the way, after Song Yan finishes washing up, call him... no, invite him over. I have something important to discuss with him."

He waved his hand, signaling his sons to go back to where they came from.

Although the sons looked confused, they dared not disobey their father, so they left one by one with suspicious looks. Just as they reached the door, they heard Fang De's voice again: "By the way, eldest son, go and find your younger sister and tell her to come back to the Fang family. Don't let her stay in the Taoist temple all day."

"In a couple of days, Brother Song will be moving. Let's take advantage of the opportunity to let her come back and spend more time with Brother Song."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became even more strange.

Little sister?

That was naturally Fang De's youngest daughter.

She is also the younger sister of Fang Hai, Fang Jiang, and Fang He.

Fang Wanlin!
What did Father mean by that?
Could it be that he really wants to marry his younger sister to Song Yan?

The generations are messed up!
(End of this chapter)