Monarch of Evernight

Chapter 903: Struggling at Death’s Door

As Song Zian saw it, Song Zining’s life was hanging by a thread at this moment. Daring to wag his tongue in this manner was akin to courting death. Although this seventh brother was known for his scheming, it would seem he had turned dumb from that beating just now. He had actually made such a dumb move.

But him courting death was the best outcome, and Song Zian was more than happy to watch things unfold. Otherwise, he would never be able to sleep well if this prisoner were to escape.

However, the unexpected happened. The werewolf shaman was so angry that his fangs were out, yet he stayed his hand and didn’t even retort. “Everyone knows humans like to kick benefactors in the teeth. When you leave, I hope you’ll remember how our race treated you here.”

Hearing these words, Song Zian almost felt like coughing up blood. Song Zining had indeed received good treatment in the Wolf King’s hands, but that was because the seventh young master himself was an expensive commodity that had to be cared for well, lest he doesn’t fetch a good price. And it just so happened that Song Zian was the one who had paid this price. How could he not feel vexed?

At first, Song Zian had naturally hoped to see an intact seventh young master. It would be more fun that way.

Hearing these words, Song Zian felt a chill in his heart. “Sire Shaman, what of my suggestion?”

The furious shaman wasn’t about to treat him politely. “What suggestion!? The other party wants an intact prisoner, we still don’t know if his current state is acceptable. Scram! I’ll feed you to the fish if you keep spouting nonsense!”

Song Zian was dumbfounded. As someone used to being arrogant and overbearing, he couldn’t help but erupt in curses, “You long-haired beasts don’t recognize a favor when you see one! Fine, give me my money back and I’ll leave immediately.”

Who would’ve thought the shaman would roll his eyes, saying, “Money? What money?”

Song Zian felt a sudden chill from head to toe. “The money I gave you in exchange for him.”

The shaman was expressionless. “Really? Why don’t I know anything about that?”

Song Zian’s face turned red, and he could smell a fishy scent welling up in his mouth. This was a massive sum. He wouldn’t be able to handle the loss if something were to happen. His original intentions were to pay a steep price for Ningyuan Heavy Industries—any price was worth it. Who would’ve thought the Wolf King would go back on his words? Not to mention refusing to hand over the person, he wouldn’t even return the money.

“Bastards, return my money!” Song Zian pounced forward with a furious roar.

Nonetheless, the Werewolf Shaman was far more powerful than Song Zian, to begin with. He sent the latter sprawling to the ground with a kick, saying, “Men, toss him down the mountain. If he climbs up again, kill him and throw him into the Eastern Sea!”

A couple of werewolf soldiers arrived and dragged Song Zian away.

At this point, Song Zining said, “Second Young Noble, if I were you, I would run as far away as possible after leaving the gates. Otherwise, things will turn really unhappy if you run into the people coming to pick me up.”

The werewolf shaman said after the man had been dragged away, “He wanted to kill you several times over, yet you treat him this well? This doesn’t seem like the style of a future divine strategist. As far as us werewolves are concerned, there’s only one outcome for such an enemy, and that’s to tear him apart.”

Song Zining replied calmly, “He’s still a Song family member. He can die in my hands, but he cannot be humiliated in the hands of another.”

“You humans are difficult to understand.”

Song Zining only smiled.

A middle-aged man was already waiting in the main hall of Totemic Castle. Upon seeing Song Zining, he approached respectfully and said, “You must be the seventh young noble? This lowly one is Luo Yun, I was commanded to welcome you.”

“Luo Yun? Why have you come to pick me up?”

“You will know when the time comes.” Luo Yun summoned two maids with a wave of his hand, instructing them to clean Song Zining’s wounds and change his bloodstained clothes.

Song Zining said, “Bring the clothes but let the wounds be.”

Moments later, Song Zining and Luo Yun arrived at the airship port around the base of the mountain and boarded the waiting airship.

In a different location, Qianye felt time crawling forward little by little. Finally, he managed to get through the two days of waiting. At noon that day, Li Kuanglan appeared beside Qianye once more. “Are you ready?”

Qianye nodded as he showed the two boxes in his hand.

“So it’s two secret inheritance, but that makes no difference. The time is nigh, follow me.” Li Kuanglan wasn’t interested in Qianye’s arts, nor did she ask any details. All she did was release a signal directly.

Moments later, an airship appeared above to take the two of them away.

At this point, the battlefield had already been cleaned up quite well, and there was almost nothing left except for some pieces of bloodstained armor and weapons. One could hardly tell that a fierce battle had taken place here at one point.

The environment in the neutral lands was harsh, and the many creatures that inhabit it had to scavenge what they could find. The corpses of the fallen would be reduced to dried skeletons in a matter of days, their flesh and blood transformed into nutritious material for other creatures.

The battlefield before them was indeed such a place. Not much time had passed, yet the corpses had been chewed clean, leaving only broken pieces of armor and weapons scattered across the austere land.

There was an airship hovering over the center of the battlefield, and below it stood several people. Luo Yun and Du Yuan were among them, as well as a young man in light clothing flapping a fan.

Li Kuanglan commanded the airship to stop a hundred meters away, from where the two of them flew toward the transaction point.

“Zining!” Qianye erupted with killing intent when he saw Song Zining’s battered face.

Li Kuanglan pressed Qianye’s shoulder, releasing an icy intent from her hand as she did so—she was afraid that he would act impulsively. Qianye calmed himself down and walked over to Luo Yun. “Is this your definition of unharmed?”

“It’s just some flesh injury, and they weren’t even caused by us. You’ll have to ask Young Noble Song for the details,” Luo Yun spoke in a neutral tone.

“That’d better be the case.” Qianye felt relieved to find that Song Zining’s injuries weren’t heavy.

Luo Yun checked the time, saying, “Let’s get the exchange going, lest unexpected problems arise. No small number of people are after Young Noble Song.”

Seeing Qianye’s nod, Luo Yun ordered his men to start setting up an origin array. After adding certain components to the fledgling formation and installing the black crystals, the array was ready to operate. Qianye shot Li Kuanglan a glance and, seeing her nod, stepped into the array. This formation served to support Heart Reflection and amplify its effects. Even divine champions would find it hard to block the art’s probe inside.

Luo Yun was just about to step into the array when his vision blurred. Shocked by the figure appearing in front of him, he exclaimed, “Madam!”