Chapter 927: Show Pony

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G-Gu Yifan?

Shangguan Yulins pulse quickened, his eyes widened, his face bore shock.

[What is going on here? Whats this traitor doing here? And, more importantly, what got him so confident to come here?]

Since every Shangguan clansman saw him as a traitor, it made not one ounce of sense for him to just waltz in here.

Questions upon questions filled Shangguan Yulins mind, yet there was no answer to lift the confusion, no sign to clear his doubts. Soon though, none of it even mattered, not when the hatred of revenge took over his faculties and was reduced to just crunching his teeth in rage.

It was all this guys fault that he, Shangguan Yulin, had his bright future as a double agent ruined.

It all went down the drain the minute Gu Yifan popped into the picture. He betrayed the Shangguan clan and was now under their strict and creative torture, while also losing his value to Shangguan Feiyun.

He was now so revolting, none saw him as a human being anymore. Everyone despised him, everyone hated him. What was worse, he now had no future, all because of this demon, Gu Yifan.

Shangguan Yulins fury only grew as all his failures came to mind. Looking at the insufferable smug face and that demeaning smile, hed want for nothing more than to tear him apart piece by b.l.o.o.d.y piece.

The thing that took the last straw was that the punk faked being some bigshot demonic cultivator to toy with him and even had to knock his head on the floor for that. It was a humiliation this young master could never ever accept.

What emperor would prostrate to a filthy flea-ridden beggar?

[Anyone would be better than this freak!]

Everyone had their limits, whether aware of it or not. Shangguan Yulins was Zhuo Fan.

[Anyone can be better than me but not this b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Im superior to you in every way!]

This was none other than Shangguan Yulins pride talking. It stemmed from his deep disdain of Zhuo Fan from the very start; he just couldnt let go of it. Or maybe his obsession with Shangguan Qingyan, who ended up getting close to Zhuo Fan, that he couldnt overcome.

In any case, while the entire event was made clear to any casual observer, he was still stuck in the past, blinded with his head stuck in the sand.

The same guy he viewed as inferior, as a mere smudge towards his glorious future ended up being an expert in deep disguise.

He would never accept it and would do anything to justify this fact to himself, to the point of being incapable of thinking basic questions as to why Zhuo Fan could just strut in here. All that came out was vitriol and bloodl.u.s.t, Sixth elder, he is the reason why we lost so many people in the Flying Cloud manor! He gave us a fake map! Sir has to grab him and avenge them all!

Sixth elder gave Zhuo Fan an icy look.

He hardly talked with Zhuo Fan in the Gu household and knew how things transpired, thus labeling him as a double agent as well. Since he was too busy carving into Shangguan Yulin in here, he was not part of Zhuo Fans enlightening and inexorable speech held outside.

In short, he was oblivious of Zhuo Fan and the Shangguan clans deal.

He was now thinking of nothing else but catching this traitor and giving him a re-education he wouldnt forget.

Sixth elder hated his kind the most.

He shot for Zhuo Fan, bearing his bloodthirsty palm on Zhuo Fan, to grab him. Late Genesis Stage power slammed into Zhuo Fan and pinned him on the spot.

Yet it didnt seem to affect him, as if he chose to stay put, if that smile was anything to go by.

Shangguan Yulin snickered, relis.h.i.+ng his mortal enemys plight.

No matter how sixth elder was raging and his attack seemed deadly, it was only meant to seize and not kill.

[Thats how you deal with spies. You capture them for interrogation, not kill them.]

Though that wasnt to say the process was pain free. The grip on Zhuo Fans shoulder would be so tight, all the bones would snap like twigs.

[Then theres the pain, he-he-he]

[Followed by a world of hurt, as each day something new is done to you to relish newfound agony, he-he-he..]

Shangguan Yulin was actually looking forward to what came, snickering to himself as he pictured Zhuo Fan hanging from a rack with hooks in him.

[He-he-he, Im the young master of Shangguan clan! A traitor will be deformed, twisted, tormented under all the pain hes inflicted upon. To an outsider like you, that goes double. Lets see how long you last under sixth elders deft hands!]

[Ha-ha-ha, I bet youll be far more miserable than me, but at least youll put me at ease, hi-hi-hi]

Shangguan Yulin cackled in his mind, rapture clearly painted on his face, his eyes obsessed with turning those twisted thoughts into reality that he was already picturing Zhuo Fan bleeding, even as the attack had yet to land.

He perked his ears, ready to relish Zhuo Fans shoulder crumble like gla.s.s, the symphony soothing his disturbed mind.

[Ah, Ive waited days for this. Theres no better joy out there]

Sixth, stop!

An aged hand came out of the darkness and grabbed sixth elders cruel hand before it even reached its target.

Sixth elder started and found one of Shangguan clans three venerables next to him and the many other elders coming in.

Sixth elder shook, W-what

Mister Gu is a guest and needs to be treated with respect.

The venerable gave him a look and pulled sixth elder to the side to whisper in his ear. Sixth elder jerked, bobbed his head and returned to Zhuo Fan with new eyes, I ask Mister Gus forgiveness for my earlier ignorant transgression.

Dong!

While the cave was awfully peaceful, the same didnt apply to Shangguan Yulins mind, feeling like bombs went off constantly.

Gone from his elated state of hoping to see Zhuo Fan suffer, Shangguan Yulins mind was broken.

[What the h.e.l.l? Why are the elders treating him like some prized pony? They werent like this even around uncle!]

Theres no fault in ignorance. I may not be much, but at least Im kind, ha-ha-ha

Zhuo Fan never registered Shangguan Yulins shocked eyes, closing in with his chest held high, putting on some mighty airs while taking a look around, My, what base chambers. Theres not even a chair around

S-since Mister Gu says it must, then it has to have one.

One elder shouted, Guard, get Mister Gu a laurel chair! What do you mean we dont have one? Get Clan Heads from the meeting hall if you have to!

Yes, sir!

A reply came from outside and in no time flat, a disciple brought the chair behind Zhuo Fan for him to rest his laurels. But not before the thoughtful disciple gave it a good cleaning with his sleeve, Mister Gu, please, he-he-he

Since there isnt, there isnt. Why bother? Im not one to nitpick, ha-ha-ha

With a smug grin, Zhuo Fan faked modesty as he made himself most comfortable in the prized chair.

But this wasnt the end of it, not by far. Zhuo Fan gave a disapproving look around, like something was missing, and coughed.

Catching his drift, one elder shouted, Get a table and tea! d.a.m.n fools, are you blind? How could you forget about the rest when you brought the chair?

Yes, elder.

Two disciples were quick to arrive, gently placing a table next to Zhuo Fan. The other carefully placed the tea for their prized guest.

Grinning from ear to ear, Zhuo Fan leaned into the chair, the Clan Heads chair, like a boss. He then made a show of picking his cup and sipping once with one of the most exaggerated expressions of joy ever.

[This is the life.]

Shangguan Yulin, dangling from his pole, twitched, his broken heart now in pieces.

His greatest hope these past torturous days was to see Zhuo Fan go through the same agony.

[What the h.e.l.l? Why is showing off?]

[Whats with the elders? Why are they serving him like their ancestor, if not better?]

[Have you no dignity, old coots?]

Shangguan Yulin howled in his mind, but Zhuo Fans taunting face made him gnash his teeth in fury.

[Gu Yifan, did heaven placed you on this earth just so you can torture me? Ugh]