Urban Martial Saint

The night is silent, tonight in Shenchuan City, everything seems peaceful and serene. However, this tranquility is only surface-level; beneath it lies endless killing intent.

In an estate in the North Suburb of Shenchuan City, a sudden cracking sound came from the hall, as if some glassware had fallen to the ground and shattered.

A middle-aged man was walking from outside. Hearing this sound, his expression changed slightly. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and walked directly to the door, gently knocking on it.

”Who is it!” An angry and slightly impatient voice came from inside. If Ye Qing were here to hear, he would surely recognize it as the Young Master of Sword Saint Sect’s voice.

This estate is where several people from Sword Saint Sect reside. It is actually a property of Sword Saint Sect itself. Although the sect rarely shows its face, there are many people within it who need various living necessities. Therefore, Sword Saint Sect actually has many businesses outside. These businesses rarely connect with the sect, only periodically transmitting wealth to it. As such, few people know that Sword Saint Sect has bases like this.

The fact is, people have long suspected that Sword Saint Sect must have some bases outside; it’s just a matter of few caring about it. After all, the people of Sword Saint Sect might not appear even once in a hundred years and rarely involve themselves in Jianghu disputes; who would bother to check on Sword Saint Sect’s situation?

The middle-aged man who came in is the real owner behind this estate, his wealth makes him a notable figure locally. However, he knows well that without the support of Sword Saint Sect from behind, he could not have developed to this stage. Thus, though not pleased, he had no choice but to serve these people like masters when they came. He just wants to send them away as soon as possible; even if it means sending some wealth to the sect from time to time, it is better than being ordered around like a servant.

Hearing the Young Master’s impatient voice, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner annoyance, and softly said, ”It’s me, Number Nine.”

The administrators of these external bases of Sword Saint Sect each have a number, and the person from Shenchuan City is Number Nine.

Upon hearing the words ”Number Nine,” the Young Master inside Sword Saint Sect coldly said, ”Come in!”

Number Nine took another deep breath, completely suppressed the anger within him, then respectfully reached out and pushed open the room door.

This is an extremely luxurious bedroom, originally Number Nine’s own room, but now it serves as the Young Master of Sword Saint Sect’s living quarters. At this moment, the room’s floor is filled with the scattered, seductive clothing of women—torn silk stocking, ultra-short skirts, intricately designed high heels. The chaotic room gives an inexplicable allure, even the clothes alone ignite a restless feeling within.

In the center of the bedroom, the Young Master of Sword Saint Sect is lounging on a plush set of sofas, surrounded by several naked beauties. These women are exquisitely beautiful, with stunning figures and exceptionally fair skin. Most importantly, all of them have waist-long hair, which is quite attractive.

The beautiful women encircle the Young Master, doing their utmost to serve him. The way they do it evokes a feeling of an adrenaline rush.

Yet despite this, the Young Master’s face remains displeased. Not far from him, there’s a broken teacup, seemingly the one he just smashed. Nearby lies a naked woman on the floor, with a wound on her head still bleeding, unbeknownst if she is dead or alive. However, judging by the situation, she seemed severely injured, even if not dead.

Seeing this, Number Nine couldn’t help but sigh softly in his heart. These women are considered the most famous beauties in Shenchuan City and its surrounding areas. Before the Young Master arrived, he carefully selected them to please him. Unexpectedly, the notoriously lecherous Young Master showed dissatisfaction with this woman, leaving him in a difficult and embarrassing position, not knowing what to do.

Even if the Young Master decided to kill these women, it wouldn’t matter too much. However, since they are his selection, if he fails to please the capricious Young Master, he might bear the brunt of his anger, leading to trouble.

Seeing Number Nine come in, the Young Master casually pushed away a woman who was working diligently on him, grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her aside. Despite feeling pain, the woman dared not utter a sound. Within a day, she and the others realized the Young Master’s unpredictable moods and his tendency to kill without remorse. They witnessed two women being slain by him, leaving them with no other desire but to preserve their lives.

”Well, how did the investigation go?” The Young Master lifts his foot, stepping on the neck of a woman lying at his feet. Her face was flushed red from the pressure but dared not struggle, fearing the Young Master’s wrath.

Number Nine looked at the beautiful woman being stepped on and sighed internally. Yet he dared not speak a word for her, instead hurriedly bowing his head, ”Young Master, everything has been clarified. People from the Wanyan Family infiltrated them, clashing with their people, and were nearly killed by the Bloody Monk. However, they were later rescued by a masked expert appearing suddenly. Reportedly, this masked expert might have strength beyond the pinnacle, for even the Bloody Monk was injured by a single palm strike!”

Number Nine spoke quickly, hoping to finish the conversation soon and have the Young Master let go of his foot, at least sparing the girl’s life.

”Beyond The Pinnacle Master!?” The Young Master frowned slightly, his reaction differing from others. Instead of shock, there seemed to be a trace of disdain. Moreover, he showed no inclination to leave, continuing to press down on the woman as if intending to crush her to death.

The woman was rolling her eyes, about to perish. In that moment, she realized resistance was futile, for the capricious man would not spare her. She then began desperately trying to push away his leg, but her strength was nowhere near enough to move him even a bit.

Witnessing this, Number Nine felt pity for her but was completely helpless. The Young Master of Sword Saint Sect is notorious for his fickleness and disregard for human life. If he dared speak, even his own life could be endangered. He only wished to send this harbinger away quickly, refraining from concern over other affairs.

”The strange thing is, this Beyond The Pinnacle Master appeared masked. Some speculate the person is The Immortal Lord, while others think he might not be The Immortal Lord at all.” Number Nine paused, glanced at the Young Master and said softly, ”Some believe this person is not The Immortal Lord, speculating the Wanyan Family is more powerful than anticipated. Thus, the Wanyan Family’s situation led to these acme masters uniting, preparing to oppose the Wanyan Family together.”

The Young Master’s face changed noticeably upon hearing this. His mission during this outing was to gradually divide the Jianghu people, weakening various forces. But now, instead of realizing his plan to divide the heroes of the world, these individuals united instead, directly counter to his objective. If he were to return to Sword Saint Sect, he would definitely face punishment.

”Hmph, these men are simply useless. How strong can this mere Wanyan Family be?” The Young Master said in a deep voice, ”No need to speculate; that Beyond The Pinnacle Master is definitely The Immortal Lord playing tricks, frightening the world. He aims to convince everyone of Wanyan Family’s might and instill fear. Only, Wanyan Family’s incompetents made things excessive, failing to scare the world, instead rallying those men with Seven Steering Committees of Hong Alliance together!”

The Young Master uttered increasingly furious words, Wanyan Family’s actions practically ruining his plan.

Number Nine kept his head down, offering no response to the Young Master’s words. He contemplated further than the Young Master, suspecting the masked individual might be a hidden expert from Wanyan Family, reluctant to expose his true identity publicly. With Wanyan Family’s current situation, they’d rather hide their strength than reveal too much. Surely, it’s because The Immortal Lord cannot act at this time, leading to a Beyond The Pinnacle Master masked appearance rescuing Wanyan Hongsheng!

However, he absolutely would not say this to the Young Master. Despite having interacted briefly, he’s understood the Young Master’s temperament well. He is an incredibly arrogant person, permitting no doubts from anyone. Revealing such speculation would not earn him merits, rather it might anger the Young Master, even jeopardizing his life. Therefore, he feigns ignorance, observing the Young Master’s antics.

After scolding Wanyan Family several times, the Young Master’s anger somewhat subsided. By now, the woman beneath his foot had utterly ceased struggling, seemingly crushed to death. Through it all, the Young Master never cast an eye downwards, killing a person equating to squashing an ant for him.

The other women watched the Young Master in horror, their faces full of boundless terror, but after enduring this nightmare-like day, they lack even the courage to plead.