Chapter 55 : Chapter 55
Chapter 55: Would You Care to Share My Pillow Tonight?
The Li Clan split into four columns, each filled with killing intent, and advanced toward the seats of the four great families.
Before Baibo Valley,
Li Xingge waved his hand, and the Li Clan cultivators behind him began attacking the valley.
Since all the Song Clan’s elite cultivators had been taken away by Song Zhong to attack Qingfeng Valley, those left behind to guard the family were all old, weak, sick, or crippled.
Against the Li Clan elites, whose morale was soaring, they had absolutely no strength to resist. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Li Clan forces broke through their defenses, stormed into the valley, and began slaughtering freely.
At once, cries of grief and shrieks of agony rose without end.
Baibo Valley turned into a living hell on earth.
Li Xingge advanced into the valley with his hands clasped behind him, stepping over corpse after corpse.
Yet at that very moment, a sudden change occurred.
WHOOSH.
A sharp sound tore through the air. An arrow gleaming with cold light shot toward Li Xingge’s back with lightning speed.
Li Xingge calmly raised his hand and caught the incoming arrow between two fingers.
Behind him, the four Li Clan cultivators, seeing that someone had dared attempt to assassinate the Family Head, were filled with shock and fury. They immediately searched toward the direction from which the arrow had come.
Not long afterward, a woman hidden in the shadows was dragged out by the four men and brought before Li Xingge.
“Kneel!”
the Li Clan cultivator barked furiously.
“Li bandit, if you want to kill me, then kill me. If you want to flay me, then flay me!”
the woman said mockingly. Her voice was cold and clear like silver bells.
The Li Clan cultivators behind her had no intention of indulging her. One of them kicked her in the leg, and with a cry of pain, the woman dropped to her knees. Even so, she still struggled fiercely.
Li Xingge grasped her chin and forced her face upward. The moment he saw her clearly, even he could not help being taken aback.
This woman was truly breathtakingly beautiful, with a face like peach blossoms, beauty like spring flowers, skin like congealed jade, and a graceful figure. Most captivating of all was the aura of a noble young lady from a great house that clung to her.
“Madam... no, beauty, would you care to share my bed tonight?”
As though possessed by some sudden impulse, Li Xingge said those words.
The woman was first stunned, and then a flush of anger spread across her pale face.
With scorn in her voice, she said, “I had thought that the dignified Family Head of the Qingfeng Li Clan was a peerless young prodigy unlike any other beneath heaven. But now that I have met you, you are nothing more than a common vulgar man led astray by lust! If you want me, Song Jiao’er, to serve you, then keep dreaming!”
With that, she turned her head aside and exposed her neck in a posture of awaiting death.
“Song Jiao’er?”
Li Xingge froze for a moment. Then he remembered who Song Jiao’er was—the granddaughter of Song Tianbo, the Song Clan Family Head. No wonder she carried such an air of nobility.
Though Song Jiao’er had rejected him, Li Xingge was not angered. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed. “Good, good, good! I rather like that unbending spirit of yours. I, Li Xingge, never force others—least of all women. Since that is the case... men!”
Li Xingge beckoned with a hand.
“Family Head!”
Two Li Clan cultivators behind him bowed with cupped fists.
“Go and bring all the remaining Song Clan remnants here.”
Li Xingge ordered lightly.
“Yes!”
Before long, the two returned with dozens of the Song Clan’s old, weak, women, and children.
“Take a look. These are all your clansmen. Among them, I imagine there are quite a few close to you.”
Li Xingge said with a smile on his face.
Song Jiao’er’s expression changed. “What do you intend to do?”
Li Xingge replied, “Have you not already guessed?”
“Li bandit, you will die a miserable death!”
Song Jiao’er’s eyes widened as she cursed Li Xingge loudly.
“You cursed me with seven words.”
Song Jiao’er was utterly bewildered at first, but then she understood. Seven Song Clan clansmen, weeping bitterly, were dragged out. The steel blade rose and fell, blood splashed, and the crying stopped at once.
Song Jiao’er was stunned by what she saw before her. Instinctively, she was about to curse Li Xingge again,
but the moment she thought of the terrifying consequence, she forcibly swallowed the words back down.
Her silver teeth were nearly ground to pieces as she trembled and asked, “What do you want before you will spare them?”
Li Xingge let out a laugh. Another five people were dragged out, among them a little girl of about six or seven wearing an elegant ru skirt.
The moment the little girl saw the woman in the distance, she struggled madly to break free from her restraints. In a childish crying voice, she wailed, “Big Sister, save me! They’re bad people! They killed Father and Mother, wuuu... wuuu...”
The instant she saw that little girl, Song Jiao’er’s pupils shrank violently.
“She is your younger sister? Not bad. She looks like you. Very cute.”
Li Xingge said with a smile.
Yet that smile, warm as a spring breeze, looked to Song Jiao’er exactly like the smile of a devil.
Behind them, the Li Clan cultivators raised their blades once more.
“No!”
Song Jiao’er’s mental defenses finally broke. She burst into sobs and begged Li Xingge frantically, “Don’t kill her. I beg you. I agree. Whatever you want, I agree to it all...”
Li Xingge shook his head. “But I do not like forcing others.”
Song Jiao’er hugged Li Xingge’s leg and shook her head desperately. “You are not forcing me. I am willing. As long as you spare her.”
Li Xingge burst into hearty laughter.
He raised a hand, and the blades lifted behind him lowered once more.
“Do not disappoint me.”
With that, he scooped the beauty into his arms in a princess carry and walked toward the room.
Several Li Clan cultivators followed behind. Chuckling darkly, they closed the door and stood guard at either side.
Inside the room, spring filled the air, and soft cries rang without cease.
(Not suitable for children. As a wholesome and upright author, I shall omit one hundred thousand words here, unless...)
A short while later, the storm finally subsided.
Song Jiao’er lay within Li Xingge’s arms, her face like peach blossoms. “Li Lang, you promised just now that you would marry me, didn’t you?”
“Of course.”
Li Xingge answered without the slightest hesitation.
“Then you will also spare my little sister, and the rest of my clansmen, right?”
“Of course. In consideration of how hard you worked just now, I’ll let you be reunited with them shortly.”
Li Xingge stroked her smooth hair, his eyes full of tender affection.
After hearing this, Song Jiao’er revealed a smile as radiant as a flower. Yet the moment she lowered her head, that smile turned into venomous hatred carved into the bone.
Under Song Jiao’er’s service, Li Xingge dressed himself again and stepped out of the room refreshed and full of spirit.
“Family Head.”
“Give her a dignified end.”
Li Xingge said expressionlessly.
The two men hesitated for a moment, but when they saw their Family Head’s face growing ever colder, they both shivered.
“Yes.”
The two Li Clan cultivators exchanged a glance, then entered the room carrying three chi of white silk. Inside, Song Jiao’er’s voice rang out in furious disbelief.
“Li Xingge, you liar! You will die a miserable death! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!”
Li Xingge coughed lightly and muttered under his breath, “And you believed a man’s words spoken in bed.”
“But what does a ghost feel like, I wonder?”
Li Xingge, who had lived through two lives, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He found himself a little curious. He even felt a slight anticipation.
Inside the room...
the curses grew weaker and weaker, until at last they disappeared completely.
“Family Head, it has all been handled. Not a single one escaped. Even the earthworms crawling outside were split lengthwise by us.”
A Li Clan steward came forward to report.
Li Xingge was highly satisfied with the diligence and dedication his subordinates showed in their work, and nodded in approval.
After stripping away the Song Clan’s hundred-year accumulation of wealth,
a single great fire reduced Baibo Valley to ashes.