Chapter 442

“What?!” Lian Su widened her eyes and exclaimed, “You want me to pay more? And it’s twenty times the price?!”

“Of course. Any one of the three top-tier Demon God Pillars entering the Dragon Nation would cause significant international upheaval, possibly even attracting the attention of your country’s three Level 9 Martial Sages. There are many complexities involved; it’s hard to explain in just a few words. After all, the Black Devil Society isn’t purely an assassin organization. We’re helping you this time only because of the person behind you, Madam …”

Lian Su’s chest heaved violently in anger at his words. She gritted her teeth and spat out a single word, “Get lost!”

“Yes, Madam. By the way, regarding the losses our Black Devil Society incurred during this operation, you’ll need to provide some follow-up compensation. I’ll send the specific details to your email in a few days … Please ensure …”

Lian Su abruptly hung up the phone, unwilling to say another word.

Knock, knock, knock—

A knock sounded at the door, and a few elderly maids carefully stood at the entrance, carrying trays of food.

“Madam, it’s time for your meal.”

The rage Lian Su had suppressed within her finally broke out, and she yelled at the servants, “Get out! All of you, leave me alone!”

“Yes, Madam!” The maids quickly exited the room, moving efficiently yet without panic, clearly accustomed to their mistress’s unpredictable temper.

Lian Su’s anger subsided slightly, but she was still gritting her teeth in fury. No one knew how much she had sacrificed this time. She could even say she had nearly touched “his” bottom line.

But this was the outcome she received.

Lian Su couldn’t accept it, feeling a tightness in her chest. In truth, there wasn’t much sentiment between Lian Su and Lian Jibei or his son. The Lian family was innately cold and selfish to the core, cruel to others and not much better toward their own.

Initially, Lian Su acted purely for the sake of face. She couldn’t just stand idly by when someone from her family was killed by some nobody from who-knows-where, could she? It would be humiliating.

So, she sent Tong Kui. In a way, this move even earned “his” support. If that nobody’s family had been obediently killed, everything would have been fine.

Lian Su, along with the Extreme Martial Hall’s reputation, would have been preserved, and everyone would have been happy. But that nobody not only survived, but none of his family or friends were harmed, and he even killed Tong Kui.

He was later protected by the Dragon Nation’s military, and even “he” made concessions and warned her to drop the matter. But Lian Su couldn’t swallow her pride. So, she paid a tremendous price, taking a huge risk to poison and contact an organization like the Black Devil Society to carry out a second round of revenge.

She thought everything would go smoothly, but to her utter surprise … That nobody turned out to be far more powerful than she had anticipated, even defeating the Black Devil Society.

Lian Su knew little about martial arts cultivation. All she knew was that she was furious—furious beyond words. She wanted to scream hysterically, destroy things, and draw “his” attention … After all, she was the wife of a prestigious Martial Sage. And not just any wife, but the most beloved one.

Yet she couldn’t even kill a lowly character with mud still clinging to his legs. How could she possibly accept that?

Grinding her pearly teeth, Lian Su went berserk, destroying everything within reach. She vented her inner frustration and dissatisfaction violently.

Outside the room, the servants all wore worried expressions, but they were long used to it. They silently pretended not to hear.

“Madam often gets like this. Once she’s vented her anger, things will be fine …”

They thought to themselves.

Several hours later, the sounds of things being smashed gradually faded from the room.

One brave maid tiptoed closer to take a look.

Inside the room was a chaotic mess, but Lian Su was quietly lying in the middle of her large bed, sleeping peacefully as if time itself had slowed down.

“Madam is tired, Madam is asleep …” The servant breathed a sigh of relief and quickly signaled the others. A few of them quietly entered the room, carefully cleaning up the broken items and replacing them with new ones.

The entire process was done almost silently because anyone who made a sound … had already died several times over.

Once everything was tidied up, the servants left without a word.

Before leaving, one of them glanced back at the sleeping Lian Su, unable to help but think, “Madam really is beautiful when she sleeps. She looks just like an immortal from the heavens. No wonder even Martial Sage adores her …”

Once outside the courtyard, the group of servants collectively let out a long breath and wiped the thin layer of sweat from their foreheads, as if they had just walked on the edge of a knife.

“How long will Madam sleep this time? We have to be precise, or the consequences will be severe …” One servant couldn’t help but speak up.

The higher-ranking servant thought for a moment and said, “Recently, Madam seems to be sleeping a bit more. She’ll probably sleep until the evening. Prepare several batches of food. We must ensure that Madam can eat a hot meal no matter when she wakes up …”

“Yes.” The servants dispersed.

Lian Su was asleep, and the deep, tranquil manor seemed a bit brighter.

“Lian Su … Lian Su …” A soft voice called, gradually rousing Lian Su from her half-dreaming state.

Lian Su opened her eyes, holding her head and gently shaking off the grogginess. She looked toward the source of the voice.

“Who’s calling me?” What she saw made her almost scream in terror.

A blood-soaked man with a sinister face stood at the bedside, grinning at her.

“Lian Jibei! Aren’t you dead?” Lian Su’s face turned pale, and she frantically backed away.

The blood-drenched man seemed to suddenly realize something and muttered to himself, “Oh right, I’m dead. I don’t even have my head anymore …” As he finished speaking, the man’s head exploded with a “bang,” and blood and brain matter splattered all over Lian Su’s face and body.

For a few seconds, Lian Su was dazed, her body trembling slightly. Then, in the next moment, a scream erupted from the depths of her throat …

“Ah—”

Lian Su jolted awake from her bed, gasping for air, her face pale and covered in cold sweat.

“It was just a nightmare …” Looking at the familiar room, she finally calmed down a little.

But the memory of the dream made her face turn pale again. She had dreamt of the dead Lian Jibei …

How eerie!

Could it be that she’d had this nightmare because she had been brooding over how to take revenge on the person who killed Lian Jibei? Lian Su shook her head and composed herself a bit.

Then she called toward the door: “Someone, bring me some water!”

As usual, within seconds, a servant hurried in with a cup of water, head lowered.

“Madam, your water.”

Lian Su nodded faintly, took the cup, and drank a sip. But the water tasted cold, fishy, and had a strange, nauseating odor.

“What kind of water is this?”

Lian Su frowned and looked into the cup, only to see it filled with blood, with an eyeball floating inside, rolling up and down.

“Ah!” Lian Su threw the cup away in horror, trembling all over.

At that moment, the servant standing before her slowly raised their head.