Chapter 10 (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

At that moment, all of the Zhou family’s vassals and servants finally rushed over, charging at Xu Yi like madmen.

Xu Yi showed no sign of fear. With a long sabre in his hand, he charged straight into the crowd.

This was a feast of violence for Xu Yi. Two years of unimaginable torment have given him unparalleled strength.

Hatred accumulated over numerous generations steeled his heart. His killing intent was overwhelming.

After cutting down numerous enemies, Xu Yi abandoned his sabre. His fists and his body were his strongest, most familiar weapons.

Each and every part of his body became a lethal weapon. With his unstoppable strength and his quick, agile movements, none could hold their own against Xu Yi.

In just a few short minutes, Xu Yi stood atop a mountain of bloody corpses, too many to even count.

The terrifying killing intent finally overcame the fervour of the crowd. A cry came from someone, and the crowd of attackers suddenly dissipated and fled.

Xu Yi did not give chase. He turned to the backyard and captured an escaping servant girl.

After a few minutes, the entire Zhou mansion was like an oil shop, the smell of Tung oil and kerosene filling the air.

Xu Yi made his way into Old Master Zhou’s study.

The wealth and status of the Zhou family was unparallelled in the region. Naturally, Xu Yi did not wish to leave this treasure trove empty handed.

Ever since he took the dozen pure gold coins from Elder Feng’s pouch, ordinary trinkets and treasures would not catch his eye.

Therefore, instead of searching the many stores of the Zhou family, he chose to only enter Old Master Zhou’s study.

Xu Yi believed that the old man would definitely not feel safe leaving his most precious treasures under the watch of others.

Old Master Zhou’s study was spacious, over twenty meters wide, and enough for a horse to run about. The room was decorated with antiques. On the Gold-rimmed Nanmu desk was an incense burner carved in gold and silver. It was burning gently with incense, adding on to the elegance of the room.

But none of these things were of any interest to Xu Yi. He flipped open all the boxes and turned over all the shelves, finding a pile of expensive study provisions, paintings, and writings. With his trained eyes, he knew well that any of these items, when sold for coin, would be worth enough to feed an ordinary family for half a lifetime.

But the current Xu Yi had no care for such things. After scanning the room once more, he had an idea and started swinging his fists.

Bangbangbang…

After dozens of punches, none of the study’s four walls were left intact. Each wall bore huge holes, many inches wide and deep.

Scanning the surroundings once more, Xu Yi indeed managed to find a red wooden box around a cubic foot in size in the left corner of the room. The wooden box had suffered Xu Yi’s flurry of blows and was falling apart.

Opening up the box, a red light came out. Xu Yi’s eyes could not stop staring. In the box were two solid pure gold coins the size of a biscuit.

Holding it and weighing it in his hand, he found that each gold biscuit was at least around five hundred grams in weight.

Xu Yi held back the beating in his heart and stuffed the two gold biscuits into his pouch by his waist. Suddenly, he saw an envelope sealed with wax at the bottom of the box.

Xu Yi opened the envelope and took out the letter. Skimming through the document, he quickly read its contents.

It seemed that this letter was a personal letter from Old Master Zhou to Zhou Daogan. In the letter was plenty of unimportant information. Other than pleasantries, Old Master Zhou had expressed hopes that Zhou Daogan could represent them to speak to Lingxiao Hall, hopefully increasing the Zhou family’s shares in a particular mine.

The letter was trivial, but it revealed an important piece of information.

Those two pure gold biscuits were no normal items. They were the Zhou family’s contribution to the Lingxiao Hall which they sent once every three years.