Chapter 108: If You Want to Kill, Do It Yourself

Jiang Cheng didn’t know why she suddenly started acting pitiful, so he could only go along with it. "Yeah, yeah." "Actually, I’ve been living in fear for these three years, my life hanging by a thread, sob sob sob..." "Is there really such a thing?" He said it with his mouth, but in reality, he immediately understood. He already thought it was absurd that a more powerful palace maid could exist peacefully behind this princess. Especially when Lan Ti said Ningti would cooperate, he couldn’t understand it at all. No surprise, Ningti must have been controlled by Lan Ti for these three years. "Sect Leader Jiang, did you know? I have a palace maid named Lan Ti beside me, and she’s actually not from the Qianxing Dynasty but a demoness from an evil Demon Sect!" One says the Witch Division’s clan leader, another says demoness from a Demon Sect, who should I believe? "Oh, that’s really shocking." He dryly made a remark. Ningti thought he hadn’t interacted with Lan Ti yet, so she continued to sob, "That demoness is more powerful than my Ancestral Emperor, and she has a vicious curse technique." "After being cursed by her, my life and death are entirely at her whim, I can only obey her, becoming her slave..." "Please save me, Sect Leader Jiang!" She banged her head against the ground with a thud, causing debris to scatter everywhere. Hiss... Jiang Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, girl, are you crazy? Doesn’t it hurt? Oh right, you’re in the Daoist Palace First Layer, it’s the floor that should be feeling the pain. "How do you want me to save you?" "To lift the curse seal, there’s only one way, and that’s to kill her!" Ningti lifted her reddened forehead and fiercely said. "Sect Leader Jiang, you can kill those seven Daoist Palace experts and wipe out ten thousand Blood Radiance Army with a wave of your hand, with such power, killing her would definitely be effortless!" "The only one who can save me now is you, I beg you..." Brother Cheng was almost left speechless by her. On the surface, she seemed pitiful, but in reality, she was forcing him to commit murder. The problem is that we have no relationship, so why should I risk my life against someone in the Daoist Palace Eighth Layer for you? "Helping you isn’t impossible, if you’re willing to become one of my own..." "I am willing, of course, I am willing!" Ningti didn’t even wait for him to finish before loudly expressing her willingness. It was just a pity that Jiang Cheng didn’t hear the system notification chime. Damn, none of these women can be trusted. Ningti thought it was settled and broke into a smile. "Sect Leader Jiang, we’ve agreed then. Tomorrow night, my Ancestral Emperor will host a banquet for you, and I will lure her there then." "You’ll be able to make your move during the banquet!" "The Ancestral Emperor will cooperate with you, don’t forget..." After speaking, she left in a hurry. Watching her leave, Brother Cheng secretly complained. Girl, you really take me for a weapon, huh? He’s not stupid, Ningti’s words actually had many holes. Why didn’t Xiang Gaoye personally get rid of Lan Ti in these three years? Although the Emperor Qianxing is only in the Daoist Palace Sixth Layer, two layers lower than Lan Ti, he should be able to handle it on his home turf. For example, by using the Great Array or the Four-direction Primordial Cauldron. Lan Ti herself said she couldn’t compete with that magical treasure of fortune. If they wanted to save Ningti, there would have been countless chances in those three years, why did they have to wait until he appeared? There must be a reason behind it. Are they as a father and daughter trying to set up a trap, to have him and Lan Ti kill each other first, and then take them all out? Brother Cheng didn’t know if his guess was the truth, he planned to personally witness it the next evening. After all, with three resurrections, he had nothing to fear, right? He’s also quite interested in the Four-direction Primordial Cauldron. The next evening, a person indeed came to invite him to the palace banquet. "Hahaha, is this Sect Leader Jiang?" "Such an extraordinary presence, truly living up to the name!" Even though he was certain they were enemies, Jiang Cheng still accepted Xiang Gaoye’s clichéd compliments. "Truly worthy of His Majesty the Emperor, such a keen eye, recognized the uniqueness of this Sect Leader at a glance!" "Impressive, impressive!" The experts of the imperial dynasty in the hall all twitched their mouths simultaneously. Brother, are you praising His Majesty or complimenting yourself? Xiang Gaoye seemed not to expect him to be of such a style, this emperor who had long been in a high position almost couldn’t manage his expression. "Come, come, take your seat!" This seat was clearly arranged deliberately, the one next to Jiang Cheng was Princess Ningti. And among the two palace maids standing behind her, one of them was indeed Lan Ti. This woman had put on her earrings again, maintaining her previous image as the Green Skirt Palace Maid. The banquet soon began. Everything was normal, with drinks and congratulations flowing back and forth. Occasionally, Celestial Fate and Daoist Palace experts raised their cups to chat and laugh, and he responded casually. How long is this feast of the Hongmen Banquet going to last, anyway? Soon, the banquet was cleared away, and song and dance performances began in the middle. Such performances were naturally something everyone present was used to, but Brother Cheng became uncharacteristically serious. This song and dance were obviously much more elegant than his puppet cheerleading team. It seems he needs to have Old Mo improve it when he returns. "Ningti, I heard your maids are in the Spirit Platform Realm, why not let them come on stage for a sword dance?" Xiang Gaoye’s suggestion was naturally not opposed by anyone. "This..." Ningti showed a face of conflicted difficulty as she looked behind her. Perhaps it was because Lan Ti gave her an affirmative answer that she finally smiled. "Sure." Soon after, Lan Ti and another palace maid came to the stage to perform a sword dance. Watching her seriously dance, Jiang Cheng found it amusing. This woman didn’t know tonight was a trap for her, still playing the role of a normal palace maid. After a while, applause filled the air. Xiang Gaoye ’seized the opportunity’ to suggest: "I heard Sect Leader Jiang is excellent in swordsmanship, would you enter the stage and teach these two palace maids?" As soon as he said this, Ningti’s face turned tense. This was precisely the ’opportunity’ they created for Jiang Cheng. Lan Ti had no defenses and thought it was just a regular performance. If Jiang Cheng wanted to kill her during the sword dance, it was much easier than a frontal confrontation. The others joined in the excitement. "I have long wanted to see Sect Leader Jiang’s swordsmanship." "Sect Leader Jiang wouldn’t look down on these two palace maids, would you?" "It would be a blessing for them to receive guidance from Sect Leader Jiang." Brother Cheng kept sneering inside. Another crowd of stooges. On the surface, they’re praising but in reality, they’re using a knife to kill, treating him as a monkey, really a wishful thinking. "What sword dance, makes no sense, I’m not interested!" He raised his eyelids, quite disdainfully. The hall suddenly fell silent, even the two women performing sword dance stopped. Everyone was stunned, incredibly surprised. In such occasions, even with hidden enmity, people keep it courteous on the surface. Who would speak such vulgar words like him? "Sect Leader Jiang, what do you mean by this?" Xiang Gaoye stood up with a gloomy face. Princess Ningti’s eyes were filled with disappointment and sadness: "Sect Leader Jiang, you aren’t even willing to give this little face?" The others started speaking too. "Yeah, Sect Leader Jiang, it’s just a sword dance, why such a big reaction?" "Sect Leader Jiang you..." Brother Cheng chuckled and interrupted their whining. "If you want to kill Lan Ti, do it yourselves, don’t count on me." As soon as he finished speaking, a killing intent filled Lan Ti’s eyes in the middle, sweeping across the hall.