dmims Chapter 122 Disrupting the Duke's Mansion
Chapter 122 Disrupting the Duke's Mansion
Chapter 122 Disrupting the Duke's Mansion
Dai Youheng returned to the inner room and called out in a calm voice, "Lingya."
A figure emerged silently from the shadows, kneeling on one knee with utmost respect, saying, "Your subordinate is here."
"Ling Ya, your primary task during this period is to secretly protect our mother, Bai Wanning, and younger brother, Dai Luoli," Dai Youheng ordered. "I predict that that venomous woman will target me a few times first, and after failing, she will inevitably turn to them in desperation, attempting to use our mother and brother to threaten me. At that time, you need to act at just the right moment, faking their deaths, and then secretly move them to an absolutely safe place."
Once his mother and younger brother "die" at the hands of the Duchess, he will have an absolute pretext to overturn the chessboard and completely destroy Juman and his cronies! At that time, whether it is internal cleanup of the Duke's mansion or external explanation, he will stand on the absolute moral high ground.
"Your subordinate obeys!" Ling Ya replied without hesitation.
"After you finish this task, you will have another mission." Dai Youheng paused, his tone softening slightly. "I know you've had a tough time lately, but the next mission is closely related to your future revenge plan."
Ling Ya suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with fervent light. "Young Master, you flatter me! Without you, I would still be a slave eking out a living in the black market. How could I possibly possess this title and cultivation level, or have any hope of revenge? I would serve you, Young Master, even unto death! Moreover, if it is for the sake of revenge, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, I would not hesitate!"
Dai Youheng nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. I will explain the specific tasks to you in detail later. Go."
"
"Yes!" Ling Ya's figure once again blended into the shadows and disappeared.
Meanwhile, in Duchess Jumant's luxurious courtyard.
Just as Dai Youheng had predicted, a trusted maid was nervously reporting the "outrageous remarks" she had overheard.
"Bang—!"
"Splash—!"
Expensive porcelain and exquisite jade were swept to the ground and smashed to pieces! Duchess Jumant was insane, her beautiful face contorted with extreme anger and jealousy, her chest heaving violently.
"Bastard! Vassal!" she shrieked, her voice ripping with rage. "How dare you covet my son's title! How dare you dream such a thing! Fine! Fine! Since you've chosen your own death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Her eyes gleamed with a venomous and insane light, and a vicious plan began to brew in her mind.
"Dai Youheng—you may return, but you might not be able to leave again! This Duke's mansion will be your burial ground!"
Inside the Duke's mansion, undercurrents surged, and murderous intent was already present.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the dining room through the windows. The long table was laden with exquisite breakfast dishes, yet the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.
Duchess Jumant sat in the main seat, her face still pale with illness, but she tried her best to maintain the dignity of a mistress.
Dai Yueheng sat to her left, his empty sleeves particularly jarring, as he ate in silence.
Dai Huabin sat on the right, his eyes vacant, mechanically chewing his food, as if he cared nothing for anything.
Dai Luoli sat obediently a little further away, while Bai Wanning sat next to her son, looking somewhat uneasy.
When Dai Youheng came downstairs, he saw this scene of "the direct descendants enjoying themselves, while the illegitimate descendants were cautious and timid."
He remained calm and composed, as if he hadn't sensed the eerie atmosphere.
"Youheng, come here quickly, greet your stepmother, and then sit down for breakfast," Bai Wanrou hurriedly called out softly, afraid that her son would be impolite.
"No need, Mother, I've already used it." Dai Youheng smiled slightly, his tone relaxed. He had indeed "eaten" it; just now upstairs, he casually conjured a Rebellious Heavenly Demon Pill and ate it like a candy.
Even without using Soul Ring skills, the Reversal Heaven Demon Pill is not a useless food.
Its inherent pure energy is enough to provide for a day's needs, and the taste buds can even perceive a strange sweetness. This is a truly efficient food-type martial soul; if Dai Youheng wanted, he could be a mobile strategic supply depot all by himself.
He walked over to Dai Luoli, ruffled his hair, and said, "Luoli, eat your food properly. When you grow a little older, your brother will treat you to some magical candies."
Dai Luoli blinked her innocent big eyes, looking confused. "Aren't candies for little kids? Why do we have to grow up to eat them? Brother is so strange."
The Duchess's face instantly darkened to the point of being so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from it, as she watched Dai Youheng completely ignore her.
"Dai Youheng!" Dai Yueheng slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes rattle. He glared at his increasingly arrogant half-brother. "Do you have no manners at all?! Mother is here, and you don't even offer a greeting. What kind of behavior is this?!"
Dai Youheng turned around, his face still bearing that enigmatic smile. "Dai Yueheng, why bother asking if something never existed? You should ask your good second brother. When he led his men to corner my mother and me in the courtyard and humiliated us, and repeatedly targeted Aunt Yun and her son, ultimately causing Aunt Yun's death, did he ever have any regard for rules or brotherhood?"
"You!" Dai Huabin was enraged, especially in front of his mother, having his old wounds reopened. He stood up abruptly, "The hierarchy between嫡子 (son of a legitimate wife) and 庶子 (son of a concubine) is a matter of course! You, a son of a concubine, dare to talk about rules? It's already a favor from Mother that she allows you to have food to eat in this mansion!"
"The hierarchy of legitimate and illegitimate children?" Dai Youheng chuckled, but his laughter carried a chilling undertone. "I don't care about other people's ridiculous rules, but if they want to use this to suppress me, Dai Youheng, then I'll just have to utterly crush these stinking rules!"
Before he could finish speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost! Dai Yueheng didn't even have time to release his martial spirit before he felt a strong gust of wind pass by him!
Snapped!
A crisp, loud slap landed hard on Dai Huabin's face, sending him staggering several steps before he fell to the ground in a disheveled state.
"Youheng!" Bai Wanning exclaimed in fright.
"Dai Youheng, how dare you!" The Duchess trembled with rage, abruptly standing up as eight spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—instantly rose from beneath her feet! A powerful aura of a Soul Douluo spread out!
However, this oppressive aura only lasted for a moment before fluctuating violently, the spirit rings flickering erratically. The Duchess's face suddenly flushed red, then turned deathly pale, and she abruptly bent over, coughing violently as if she were about to cough up her lungs, completely losing any of her former Soul Douluo prowess.
"Mother!" Dai Yueheng hurriedly helped her up.
Dai You watched coldly, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm, "She's seriously ill, practically halfway to the grave, so she shouldn't force herself to exert her soul power and put on airs. Otherwise, she might cough herself to death right here, and that would be a ridiculous and ugly way for the Duchess to die."
He dared to act so recklessly because he knew the Duchess was already terminally ill and incapable of taking action. The Dai family's main force was on the front lines, and the strongest experts remaining in the Duchess's mansion, besides herself, were only at the Soul Emperor level.
Dai Youheng is not afraid of ordinary Soul Emperors.
"Dai Youheng, I'll kill you!" Dai Huabin had never suffered such a humiliation. He leaped up from the ground and pounced like a mad tiger.
"Seriously—it's so noisy it hurts my ears." Dai Youheng didn't even look at him, casually turned around and kicked Dai Huabin in the chest with precision, sending him flying again and knocking over a chair.
He ignored the useless brothers and the duchess who was coughing so hard she couldn't speak, and turned to his mother and brother, who were pale with fright. His tone instantly softened, "Mother, Luo Li, have you eaten?"
Dai Luoli nodded subconsciously and whispered, "Brother—brother, we're full."
"It's good that you're full." Dai Youheng's smile grew even brighter, but his eyes were icy cold. "These people have been chattering on and on until now, it seems they've lost their appetite. Since they don't want to eat—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly grabbed the heavy tablecloth and yanked it off forcefully. "Then none of you are eating!"
Splash! ...
The entire table of exquisite tableware, hot soup, dishes, and juice—was poured over the Duchess, Dai Yueheng, and Dai Huabin, who had just gotten up. Instantly, soup was everywhere, creating a mess, and the three of them were covered in food scraps, looking utterly disheveled!