Chapter 172: with translation of chapter title

172 How dare you be so arrogant with me?

Less than five minutes later, the main hall was again filled with people.

Tushan Jiu watched He Qian, who had been brought in by people without even having time to look for a wheelchair.

She spoke first, getting straight to the point: "The prophecy has come true—I've come to collect payment."

He Qian gripped the chair's armrests with both hands, shouting, "I want to borrow another sword!"

"The sword of the sword-debtor is not lent to those who seek death."

He Qian's face turned pale. "On what grounds do you refuse to lend me? Back then, your second great-uncle said that as long as I stayed, only the latter part would come true; the first part said that if I kept doing good deeds, I could live out the rest of my life in peace—but now none of it has come true, so how does that work?"

Tushan Jiu smiled. "Are you trying to weasel out of this?"

She finished speaking, and her eyes turned cold instantly.

At the same time, another loud thunderclap rang out.

He Qian's face underwent another drastic change.

Others also began to watch Tushan Jiu warily; although they didn't know what a sword-debtor did, they all felt she was sinister.

Because just now they said they wouldn't acknowledge the debt, thunder sounded outside.

He Qian's forehead was slick with sweat; he had indeed had second thoughts, but since he was going to die anyway, what could he lose by not repaying her?

Wait!

Not repay……

He Qian suddenly had an idea, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Little one of the Tushan Family, I never said I wouldn't repay—you can see I'm about to die, and being able to sit here is just a brief rally before death. If you help me change my fate, I'll immediately be able to repay your sword debt, right?"

"Otherwise, if I die, the He Family will owe this debt, and then it won't be good for you, the sole heir of the Tushan Family, right?"

Tushan Jiu smiled. "Sure."

He Qian's face lit up with surprise and joy.

He thought, "This little girl looks pure and innocent—she'll be easy to scare."

He thought, "His situation is completely cut off—if they don't get this debt back, they'll suffer backlash from the Heavenly Dao Constraint."

Now the Tushan Family has only this little girl left, so the backlash will surely fall on her.

She looks weak and frail—she'll definitely be afraid.

Thinking this, the corner of his mouth involuntarily rose higher.

As a result, the next second Tushan Jiu flipped her wrist, producing a lollipop, which she slowly unwrapped and then put in her mouth.

When she lifted her gaze to him again, her eyes were already tinged with icy cold; she formed a hand seal with one hand, and a visible golden light flashed in her eyes.

He Qian immediately stiffened, feeling as if a sword hovered above his head, its tip pointing at his crown.

Tushan Jiu leaned forward slightly, curled her lip, and spoke gently: "You're the one who borrowed a sword from our Tushan Family—how dare you act so arrogantly toward me?"

He Qian felt the sword's tip descend gradually with her words, until it pressed against his scalp.

He felt that if Tushan Jiu said just one more word, that invisible blade would pierce his skull!

Everyone fears death; even if they say they're not afraid, when faced with death they instinctively draw a deep breath.

He Qian wanted to kneel before Tushan Jiu, but he dared not move a muscle; he could only stammer, "Tushan… Tushan… little Miss, I was joking—I'll repay, I'll repay right away—lawyer! Where's the lawyer?"

The others in the room couldn't see the sword above He Qian's head, so when he said he'd repay Tushan Jiu's debt, they all panicked.

"Dad! She just said she wants all of the He Family's property!"

"Yeah, Dad, are you senile? What debt is this, to the point of using all your property to repay it?"

"Dad, you promised to give me the shadowy business—you can't go back on your word."

This was said by He Dongyang; meanwhile, Wen Wan also objected, rushing to grab He Qian's hand: "Qian-ye, you can't be so ruthless—you're not the one who likes Zheyuan the most, are you? What's this sword debt? How much could a sword be worth? Don't let yourself be tricked!"

For a moment, the room descended into chaos.

He Qian was surrounded by people chattering nonstop, while a sword still hovered above his head.

Tushan Jiu ate her lollipop, watching with a smile.

In the span of their conversation, only a few minutes had passed.

Xie Shiyu finished his phone call and returned to see this scene.

He glanced at He Qian, then at his stiff movements, sensing something was off.

He sat back beside Tushan Jiu and whispered, "Did you act against He Qian?"

"Mm." Tushan Jiu nodded.

Xie Shiyu instantly grew nervous: "Are you feeling unwell? Should we… leave?"

I don't know why, but Tushan Jiu understood instantly.

She quickly shook her head: "No, no—He Qian borrowed a sword; using arcane arts on them won't incur backlash."

Those who deal with a sword-debtor can have the sword-debtor use arcane arts on them—especially someone like him, trying to exploit the rules to threaten the sword-debtor; she could really kill him, and the Heavenly Dao would not react.

Because the moment he harbored that thought, the Heavenly Dao Contract sensed it.

He thought those two thunderclaps were merely reminding him not to default on the debt.

Heh, it was also reminding him not to entertain thoughts he shouldn't.

Otherwise, the sword-debtor has the right to 'act on behalf of Heaven'!

After hearing Tushan Jiu's explanation, Xie Shiyu indicated he understood.

Suddenly, He Qian opposite them couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily, "Get out, all of you!"

Everyone fell silent at once.

He Qian closed his eyes; at this moment, he suddenly didn't want to say anything, nor did he want to curse this bunch of white-eyed wolves.

He was going to die.

Killed by his own greed.

The things below, you must not touch, you must not touch.

It's him seeking death himself, it has nothing to do with anyone else.

In a daze, he seemed to see many more 'people' appearing in this house.

They seemed to have their tranquility disturbed, their habitat destroyed, leaving them no peace, so each of their faces was filled with great resentment.

Some of the 'people' pointed at him and scolded, demanding he return the funerary objects carefully prepared for their relatives, which was their only wish.

Through these people, he seemed to see again those few who died because he abandoned them due to his inadequate skills.

Finally he saw, his father.

His father came to pick him up.

His father's face was full of regret, he sighed and said: "Qian, it's time to go, we still have many yin debts to repay down there."

Another daze, his vision in front of him became clear again.

A person wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase walked into the main hall.

He adjusted the recording equipment, his professional tone carried a chill.

"Mr. He Qian, thank you for your trust, according to your commission...... Here, I formally ask you again, are you sure you want to liquidate all your assets and use them solely to repay Ms. Tushan Jiu's debts?"

"Dad!"

"Dad, you promised me!"

"Dad, don't!"

"Master Qian! Master Qian, you can't let me follow you for nothing! Think of Zheyuan!"

He Qian ignored everyone, just said two words: "Certain."

The words fell.

He only felt a loosening at the top of his head, but at the same time, he slowly closed his eyes.