Blue Star Cultivator 43 Surname Huang

"Oh h.e.l.lo, I haven't seen you around here before," said the tall man with sharp features, a long nose and a grim smile. "I'm the young master of the Huang clan, who might you be?"

Zhi Ruo eyebrows scrunched up in disgust. she took a couple steps back saying "I don't care who you are or who your little s.h.i.+t of a clan is" she answered with fire in her eyes, "how dare you" answered the yellow robed man. He stayed silent for a while then stated "You are lucky I like a woman with a bit of feistyness" he smiled.

The plump man behind the counter had a discontented face and greeted the young man "young master Huang, how can I be of help?"

The tall yellow robed man didn't even put the man behind the counter in his eyes, waving his hands casually saying "no need can't you see I'm making a new friend today."

The plump bald man set his jaw, he had liked his conversation with the high spirited red haired girl and now this animal of a young lord wanted to violate her, his heart was telling him to make a move but his head was thinking about the consequences after. Not to mention running a business in the Verbena district in future would be impossible.

This young master Huang had quite the l.u.s.tful reputation among the people of the Verbena district, stories has been circulated around town of the man's shameless acts of s.e.xual violence against defenseless women, he would have s.e.x with them while slicing pieces of their flesh from their bodies in glee and after days of being his toy, some would emerge from the Huang manor with a s.p.a.ced expression, staying in this vegetated state for long periods time while the young master just moved onto the next one.

Hartley stepped over with quick hurried steps, saving the plump man from making a rash decision. He took Zhi Ruo hand and led her towards the exit without saying a word, steam was coming out of his ears as he gritted his teeth. He was planning on not getting involved in a fracas. At this time the tall yellow robed man retrieved a fan and started fanning his face, when he saw Hartley intimately take the hand of the beautiful red haired woman, raged boomed in his heart, "wait," he said "I will give you a thousand gold, leave her with me and come get her at the Huang clan manor about dusk."

The white hair men nodded their heads in commendation, like chicken pecking at corn saying "young master is a reasonable man, he could have just taken her but instead he offered reasonable compensation. It is truly your honor to have met such a young master today, hurry up thank the young master boy."

Just as he was going to exit the door of the shop Hartley stopped and slowly turned around, eyes squinted and teeth gritted. He spoke and the words fell like cubes of ice "You," he growled with irritation bleeding into his words while pointing at the young master. "Kowtow a hundred times and beg her forgiveness and pray to the creator that she forgives you." Hartley was finding out slowly from his experiences that these shameless malevolent people are everywhere and such people would have to be dealt with mercilessly..

"Heaven has got free admission but instead you are tearing down the doors barring h.e.l.l!" one of the white haired men shouted aggressively. The young master kept fanning himself and with a smile and said "aren't you overestimating yourself just a little, I have given you some face and yet you refused my good intentions. Don't blame me for being cruel. I will have her for two days now" he said as he pointed his chin to the sky still fanning his face, acting like he was doing Hartley a favor.

Hartley's face regained a tranquil and serene appearance, the soft creaking of his tendons was audible while making a fist with his right hand. He tried his best to restrain himself from instantly killing the pompous b.a.s.t.a.r.d standing there with a mocking smile.

The puzzling thing for Hartley was that none of these guys were even as strong as a core disciple of the Lou clan, where did they find the gall to be this brazen in public. Hartley in his rage had forgotten that he kept his aura completely hidden subconsciously. If Qin Li were present these people would not have dared to make trouble. The white haired men were nothing in Hartley's eyes, one a 1st layer xanthian the other a 2nd layer, the young master still at the peak of the houtian realm, If he so desired this would be like butchering chickens....

......Night at the Huang Manor....

A dark figure blurred through the night appearing at the back wall of the Huang manor, the masked person found an unguarded section of wall and walked up the 20 meter wall as if it was the floor.

Once perched on the wall the dark figure jumped down into the manor.

Yellow light from torches mounted on the outer walls danced, creating a mesh of moving shadows, offering an inviting oasis for one determined to be in the dark. A gurgling noise of someone choking on their own blood sounded as the dark figure approached the main building of the clan, leaving a trail of dead or dying guards hidden in the shadows.

With lithe nimble steps the masked dark figure entered the main building of the Huang clan, a tall expert just happened to step around the corner and meet face to face with the masked dark figure who had multiple blood splotches on his dark outfit, his eyes went round and the color drained from his face, he opened his mouth to call out in alarm.

Before a single sound could exit his mouth, a fist surrounded by a bright blue glow thundered into his throat. His Larynx was shattered, the man dropped clawing at his throat, trying to draw a single breath of air through his crushed windpipe and rolling around on the concrete floor before becoming still, his body twitched twice, his surprised lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling with the horror of knowing death was at hand but could not be prevented. A hopeless stare....

The dark figure paid him no further attention and moved into the building, skillfully walking up the vertical wall on the left side of the hall, after four or five steps the figure transitioned to running on the ceiling.

IN a corridor on the third and final floor of the main building of the Huang manor, a dark figure dropped from the ceiling making a thud, all stealth had now been abandoned as the figure emerged from the dark, shocking the two on-duty guards holding spears at the entrance to the corridor. A red short blade appeared in the dark figure's left hand, with a flash of blue, one guard head went rolling showering the other in blood. The dark figure made a move running for the other guard. The remaining guard frightened and in panic moved backwards and screamed at the top of his lungs while pus.h.i.+ng his spear forward.

The dark figure running in a straight line towards the guard suddenly veered to the right after three steps and ran along the right hand vertical part of the wall like a spider, easily out flanking the guard, quickly jumping from the side wall and landing behind the man, he then proceeded to slowly cut the man's throat like a s.a.d.i.s.tic killer enjoying every second of his kill while the guard wheezed and gurgled his last breath.

The dark figure then kicked in the door of the master bedroom, with a blue flash the doors splintered into fragments not bigger than a baby's wrist. Bits and pieces flew all over the floor leaving dust swirling and splinters flying.

The dark figure had partly entered the room when two 4th layer xanthians lunged at him from opposites sides, others couldn't see it, but they both froze in time and their heads flew off in the direction they had been coming at him from, geysers of blood erupted as both headless bodies fell to their knees with a thud, making a surreal scene akin the devil entering his domain amidst a guard of honor from the kneeling headless blood-spewing corpses.

"Who are you?" asked the remaining occupant of the room, he was an elderly looking man with white hair and a fluffy beard, small in stature and somewhat overweight. "Who sent you?" he asked as his voice cracked and his hands shook. Then the dust in the room flew up again and a force pressed down on his body that he couldn't explain, it felt as if he there were heavy iron chains dragging his body down to the floor.

The elder with the fluffy beard had never been this scared before and couldn't refrain from releasing all the contents in his bowels and bladder..he had defiled himself in front of the predator, hoping to make his meat not look so desirable. With dust swirling and an eerie silence....tap...tap...tap.

The dark figure walked slowly over towards the man as if he was enjoying every single second of this. He stopped in front the soiled elder and said the first words he had said since entering the manor.

"You and your people have offended and tried to humiliate someone very special, that person have absolutely not forgiven a single one with the surname Huang and so I can't forgive a single one with the surname Huang either".

The dark figure then slowly pushed his red short blade into the man's left eye, the crunching sound of the sword slowly breaking through the man's eye socket and entering into his brain were drowned out by the man's screams that only stopped when the sword exited through the back of his head...