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"Steward, have you investigated the situation regarding that little bastard?"
Although Li Zheng harbored deep hatred for Lufan, he was always cautious in his actions. He would not act recklessly without understanding the enemy's background.
It was this caution that allowed him to rise from being a mere Loose Cultivator struggling at the bottom to eventually becoming the lord of a city, gaining immense power after seizing an opportunity.
"Yes, I have found out everything," the steward replied respectfully.
"The boy named Lufan has an untraceable origin. It is known that he first appeared in Qingyang City about eight years ago and has since remained at the academy as a servant.
Over these eight years, he has shown no remarkable traits. On the contrary, it is said that his health is extremely weak, to the point where he can only perform light tasks and cannot handle anything heavier."
Upon hearing this, Li Zheng raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "If that's the case, then how did he suddenly gain such powerful abilities?"
"This has puzzled even those at the academy. However, Lufan usually keeps to himself and rarely interacts with others. Most of his time is spent in the library, so most people are not well-acquainted with his true situation.
His abilities only became apparent after he ventured into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains and returned after several months of disappearance."
"Are you asking me to believe that within just a few months, he transformed from a weak servant into a monstrous genius? That's simply absurd!"
Li Zheng snorted coldly, feeling dissatisfied. "Moreover, Hao'er was killed over two months ago. If that's true, then he gained the strength to kill Hao'er in just one month. Do you think that's possible?"
There was another reason Li Zheng did not mention: if someone could indeed cultivate at such a speed, it would be incredibly unfair to them—ordinary Martial Cultivators like him would have no chance of survival. Therefore, he absolutely refused to believe such a thing could happen.
"That is certainly impossible!" The steward clearly did not believe it either. "Later, I continued my investigation and ultimately discovered that this matter might be related to the master."
"Hmm?" Li Zheng was taken aback. "How does this involve the master?"
"I found out that when the master first entered the academy, he brought with him a severely injured child, who was none other than Lufan!
Afterward, both of them stayed at the academy together. If that's the case, everything makes sense; Lufan has been pretending to be weak all along. In reality, he must have started cultivating from a young age under the master's guidance."
So he possesses strength far beyond his peers, an extraordinary comprehension, and an array of skills. Even when faced with thousands of Loose Cultivators, he dares to fight alone. All of this is because he has a master standing behind him!
As for why he became a servant, perhaps it is a special form of training from his master.
The butler analyzed the situation thoroughly, and Li Zheng agreed. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how an ordinary servant could transform into an unparalleled genius in just a few months. The diverse Martial Arts Techniques he displayed alone are inexplicable.
A person can be talented enough to cultivate at an astonishing speed, but without a legacy, it is impossible to independently create so many extraordinary skills. Therefore, what the butler said is the only explanation that makes sense.
However, this puts Li Zheng in a dilemma.
If Lufan is indeed the master's direct disciple, it means he absolutely cannot take action against him; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
But how can one not seek revenge for the death of their child? It is absolutely impossible for Li Zheng to let go of this hatred.
This enmity cannot coexist; no one in the world can have such magnanimity. A parent whose child has been killed cannot remain indifferent—at least, Li Zheng cannot!
Since he cannot act personally, he can only ask someone else to do it. Li Zheng gritted his teeth and instructed the butler.
"Regardless of whether he is the master's disciple or not, we must not act rashly. Contact someone from the Seven Kill Tower for me."
The butler trembled slightly: "Lord City Master, the people from the Seven Kill Tower are notorious vampires and lunatics. They are known for valuing money over human life and will charge regardless of whether the mission succeeds."
"I know that very well. But who else is capable of assassination? They are the best at what they do; they value money over life. Besides them, who would dare take on the job of assassinating a Master's Disciple?"
"Go ahead. No matter how much they charge, I will accept it—even if I have to mortgage Qingyang City!"
The butler's expression changed dramatically as he sensed something unusual: "Lord City Master, is something about to happen?"
"I received news that those above want to remove me from my position as city master and send me to some remote place where no one cares.
These bastards! After all these years of hard work collecting wealth, more than half has ended up in their pockets. Now that the wind has shifted, they immediately want to distance themselves and turn against me—it's utterly shameless!
If that's the case, let's part ways cleanly. Do they think I will hand over what I've built over these years? Dream on! If we're going to play, let's play big. No one can benefit from me while remaining uninvolved; I will make them understand the consequences of betraying me!"
I have a list here. When you arrive at the Seven Kill Tower, hand it over to them. Money is not an issue; I only have one request: they all must die!"
Li Zheng's expression was ferocious as he gritted his teeth, causing the steward to feel a chill run down his spine. He realized that his master seemed to be losing control, displaying a madness that had never been seen before.
"Go ahead, arrange everything and then inform me," Li Zheng waved his hand, signaling for him to leave.
"Understood." The steward replied and was about to turn to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned back.
"Lord of the City, should we inform Third Miss about Young Master's situation?"
"Yiyi?" Upon hearing this, Li Zheng's expression became complicated; he clearly did not want to hear that name.
After a moment, he said, "Forget it, let's not tell her for now. Besides, even if she finds out, she would probably just be happy. You know how much she hates this place. The things that bastard Second Brother did were truly excessive.
Moreover, since her mother passed away, she hasn't returned here. It's clear that she still harbors resentment. Given that, there's no need for her to know."
The steward said nothing more, clearly understanding what Li Zheng meant. He hurriedly left to handle the upcoming matters.
The Seven Kill Tower had no foothold in Qingyang City; he would have to travel hundreds of miles to another bustling city to make contact with them.
In the vast living room, only Li Zheng remained, his face darkened as he pondered something unknown.
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