Chapter 57: Mobilizing Troops and Deploying Generals!

Duan Lingxiao took the phone.

He pressed the answer button.

Instantly, a graceful yet anxious voice rang out.

"My dear son, did you run off to Jiangnan? You must not act on impulse, and don't let yourself be instigated by others to go look for trouble with that fellow surnamed Ling!"

"I just got word that the fellow surnamed Ling is at least at the Heavenly Realm in terms of strength! Your Fifth Uncle is no match for him, so you must not stick your nose in there to stir up trouble."

"Did you hear me? Your personality is far too flamboyant; I must give you a warning!"

The woman's voice was filled with anxiety.

Clearly, she knew very well what kind of temperament her son had.

Normally, no matter how arrogant he was, it didn't matter—she could always clean up his messes.

But this time, walking right into the line of fire to pick a fight would be pure suicide.

"Sorry."

At that moment, Duan Lingxiao spoke calmly.

"What do you mean?"

The voice on the other end of the line paused in confusion.

"Who are you? Why do you have my son's phone? Where is my son?"

"Your son is already dead."

"Sorry, you said it too late."

"However, even if you had said it earlier, he still would have had to die."

Duan Lingxiao's voice was very calm.

After he finished speaking, the phone receiver fell into a prolonged silence.

It was as if the connection had been lost.

"Ahhhhh, what did you say?!"

The next moment, a piercing, sharp roar shattered the eardrums, transmitting through the receiver.

"Who are you? Are you that fellow surnamed Ling? You dare to kill my son, do you believe—"

"Beep beep beep... beep beep..."

The call was hung up.

Duan Lingxiao couldn't be bothered to listen to the rest.

It would be nothing more than furious curses, blame, and threats.

Hearing too much of that nonsense would only fill his ears with trash.

So he simply hung up, leaving the other party to rage impotently.

"Mr. Ling, Madam Xue has a violent temper, and because Xue Taihe was born to them late in life, she doted on him excessively, resulting in his arrogant and overbearing nature. Now that he has been killed, the Xue family probably won't let the matter rest," said Zhao Heihu.

"Soldiers will be met with arms, and water will be blocked with earth; there is no need to worry."

"Besides, a heavy debtor does not feel the burden of more loans."

Duan Lingxiao said calmly.

"That's true..."

Zhao Heihu was momentarily stunned.

Indeed, looking at the enemies Duan Lingxiao had already made:

Closer to home, there were the six great families of Jiangnan City.

Further out, there were the Second Master of the Qi family and the Han family.

And even further away, there was the He family of Hong Kong...

Truly, when one has too many debts, one ceases to worry.

...

On the other side.

In the provincial capital, at the Xue family residence.

A voluptuous, curvaceous woman wearing designer clothing—no longer young, but still retaining her charm—suddenly began to tremble violently, as if she were having an epileptic seizure.

"Beep beep... beep beep..."

Listening to the busy tone coming from her phone, Han Junli's expression instantly turned utterly hideous.

"My son... Ahhhhh! I am going to kill you, I want you dead! You actually dared to kill my son!"

Han Junli gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her eyes burning red with rage.

At that moment, a maid happened to walk over carrying a bowl of white fungus soup.

"Madam, this is the nourishing soup you requested."

The maid had no idea what had happened; she was merely doing her job.

"Bang!"

Han Junli violently slapped the scalding hot white fungus soup, sending it splashing all over the maid.

"Ah!"

The maid let out a miserable scream as the back of her hand turned bright red from the scalding liquid.

"Damned lower-class wretch, are you blind or deaf? Get out of my sight!"

Han Junli glared fiercely at the maid and kicked her hard in the kneecap.

Overcome with pain, the maid instantly collapsed to her knees.

Han Junli turned on her heel and strode away, quickly arriving at the main hall.

Inside the hall, Xue Renmei, the head of the Xue family, was discussing important matters with several key figures.

Seeing Han Junli storm in with a face full of fury, he could not help but be stunned.

"Junli, what is the matter with you? President Zhao and I are discussing crucial business. If you have something to say, come back later."

Xue Renmei frowned.

His wife was fine in every other regard.

Good in bed, skilled in oral techniques, attentive, and knew how to act spoiled.

It was just that she usually had a rather hasty temper.

Who on earth had managed to tick her off this time?

"Your son has been killed, and you expect me to stay calm?!"

Han Junli shouted angrily.

"What?"

Xue Renmei's expression changed. "This is not something to joke about!"

"Hmph, Taihe ran off to Jiangnan. I called him just now to give him a warning, but I was too late!"

"The one who answered the phone was that fellow surnamed Ling! Taihe has already died at his hands!"

Tears streamed uncontrollably down Han Junli's face, her expression a mask of hatred and malice.

"The fellow surnamed Ling? Are you talking about that newly emerged God of Slaughter in Jiangnan?!"

Xue Renmei was quite familiar with the events that had transpired in Jiangnan City over the past few days.

He had heard that even the Assassin Hall had dispatched top-tier assassins to kill that fellow surnamed Ling, but they had returned in shattered defeat.

Their mission had been aborted midway!

Clearly, the assassination had failed.

Therefore, all the major factions in the provincial capital regarded that person with great seriousness.

"It's him!"

"He killed Taihe. This blood debt must be avenged!"

"I want that little bastard dead!"

Han Junli said harshly, her face contorted with ferocity.

"He is courting death!"

Xue Renmei was also consumed by violent rage.

The Xue family was a top-tier family in the provincial capital.

Everyone held them in awe and reverence!

Yet today, his son had actually been killed in Jiangnan?!

Although he knew his son's temperament—that he had been spoiled rotten—and that he could bully ordinary people wantonly while being safe, running into a true expert was indeed a shortcut to suicide.

However, regardless of anything else, that was his biological son!

"I heard that the Second Master of the Qi family has already gone to Jiangnan, and tomorrow he will publicly execute that little bastard!"

"Very well, I will immediately mobilize our forces and dispatch the might of the Xue family to Jiangnan!"

"On this trip, not only will I have that fellow surnamed Ling killed!"

"Anyone who has even the slightest connection to him must also die!"

Xue Renmei's voice radiated a bone-chilling coldness.

Bang!

His powerful aura erupted, shattering the teacup on the table into fine powder.

Clearly, he was also a martial cultivator.

And his strength was far from ordinary.

...

Duan Lingxiao knew nothing of these developments.

Inside the villa's bedroom, Duan Lingxiao took out a medicinal pill and handed it to Xiao Mengxue.

"Brother Lingxiao, what kind of medicine is this?"

Xiao Mengxue asked curiously.

"This is a Body-Nourishing Pill. Once you take it, your overall physical condition will improve by a massive margin."

Duan Lingxiao said.

"Oh oh, does that mean after I eat it, I can be just as amazing as Brother Lingxiao?"

Xiao Mengxue said with a smile.

"Haha, you'll definitely be stronger than me in the future."

Duan Lingxiao ruffled Xiao Mengxue's hair.

"Then I'll protect Brother Lingxiao in the future!"

Xiao Mengxue's bright eyes shone with determination as she spoke.

"Alright, then from now on I'll rely on Mengxue to carry me while I loaf around and live off your success."

Duan Lingxiao laughed.

Xiao Mengxue's face flushed red as some thought crossed her mind, but she quickly recovered, looking affectionately and sweetly at Duan Lingxiao.

For the rest of the time, Duan Lingxiao stayed in the villa to cultivate in peace.

At the same time, he had told Cao Mengchen to keep an eye on universities in Jiangnan and see if there were any suitable institutions for Xiao Mengxue.

He wanted to enroll Xiao Mengxue in school.

He would do everything in his power to compensate for the youth Xiao Mengxue had lost!

Night fell swiftly.

Cao Mengchen and the others had already departed.

Inside the villa, only the soft, gentle sound of Xiao Mengxue's breathing, rising and falling like a kitten's, could be heard.

Duan Lingxiao walked into the living room and found Xiao Mengxue curled up, fast asleep on the sofa.

He picked Xiao Mengxue up in his arms and carried her to the soft Serta mattress.

On Xiao Mengxue's smooth, delicate cheeks were two small dimples.

Neither too large nor too small, they naturally curved into two little crescent moons when she smiled.

Her arms instinctively wrapped tightly around Duan Lingxiao.

Instantly, the full mounds of her chest pressed against him, transmitting a warm sensation.

"This little girl... she's really getting more and more..."

A look of amazement crossed Duan Lingxiao's face.

At that very moment, however, his brows suddenly furrowed as he sensed a wisp of murderous intent emanating from outside the villa!