Chapter 375: Self‑Cutter

"Tuan Cang, have we caused trouble?"

Yuanfei Rizhan looked at the scene inside the great hall, muttering to himself.

Lian Ye's actions completely overturned his twenty‑plus years of Ninja Perspective.

One must know that those desperate rebel ninjas and Bounty Hunters would never plot against the Daimyo.

Yet Lian Ye wants to kill the Daimyo and install a new Daimyo.

Simply, simply…

He no longer knows what word to use to describe Lian Ye's behavior.

Tuan Cang gave him a cold stare, his gaze returning to the Daimyo in the hall.

Although Lian Ye's actions were shocking, he had already known the outcome.

Otherwise, why call Lian Ye to follow?

Isn't it just to have someone else do the killing?

For the Village's smooth development, what's the harm in killing a Daimyo?

Even if such a treasonous act would be despised by the world.

But as long as no one knows, isn't that fine?

Even if the matter is exposed someday, at most he'll alone bear all the charges.

It's about the Village's future; isn't it just being cursed?

It's nothing serious.

"Don't kill me, I'm willing to donate three hundred million to Konoha every month for free!"

"No, it's one billion taels!"

The Daimyo watched Lian Ye, who was carrying a sword and walking slowly toward him, pleading incessantly.

"Fool, if I kill you, all the money of the Daimyo's Residence will be mine."

Lian Ye's words made the Daimyo's already pallid face even paler.

The words sounded so reasonable that he couldn't refute them for a moment.

If he dies, the money will naturally go entirely to Konoha Village.

No, I can't die!

The Daimyo snapped back, hurriedly kneeling on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

One could say that tears and snot streaming down would not be an overstatement.

This ugly appearance can no longer be associated with the previously lofty Daimyo.

"Tap tap tap—"

Lian Ye's footsteps resonated inside the hall.

Each step felt like stepping on the Daimyo's beating heart.

The Daimyo, kneeling and kowtowing, saw the pair of feet before him, and his fear peaked.

"Tsk, Lord Daimyo," Lian Ye's mocking voice came: "Where has your previously lofty demeanor gone?"

"Ninja Lord, I know my mistake, I really know my mistake!"

"Please spare me!"

"The Daimyo's Residence will double its financial support to Konoha Village from now on…"

"Tuan Cang, why not stop Lian Ye?" Yuanfei Rizhan said softly.

"Idiot! Things have come to this point, and you still want to stop?" Zhi Cun Tuan Zang glared at Rizhan in displeasure.

Don't you understand the principle that a drawn arrow must be released?

Fortunately Teacher Feijian didn't let such an idiot become Hokage, otherwise Konoha Village would inevitably go downhill.

Hearing this, Rizhan silently closed his eyes.

He dared not watch what would happen next.

He knew Tuan Cang was right; the current situation could no longer be salvaged.

Only by completely killing the Daimyo can the impact be reduced.

But Lian Ye's behavior simply shatters the Ninja Mindset he had cultivated since childhood.

"Konoha Village's Lian Ye, humbly requests Lord Daimyo to meet his death."

Lian Ye took a Kunai from his Ninja Tool Bag and tossed it before the Daimyo.

The Kunai stuck straight into the ground.

The Daimyo shivered in terror, and yellow fluid leaked from his lower body.

A whiff of urine odor filled the air.

"Lord Daimyo, I intend to give you a dignified death."

Lian Ye instinctively stepped back a bit, smiling as he spoke.

"Pick up the Kunai on the ground, then cut yourself!"

The Daimyo's face was bloodless, trembling as he raised his head.

"Can I… can I not die?"

"What do you think?" Lian Ye's smile gradually faded.

"I… wuwu…"

The Daimyo's tears uncontrollably streamed, his trembling hand gripping the Kunai's hilt, trying to pull it out.

But it was unclear whether the Kunai was driven too deep, or the Daimyo was too frightened to muster strength.

For a moment, he couldn't pull the Kunai from the ground.

"I give you ten seconds," Lian Ye said, his gaze icy. "When the time's up I'll make you experience the most hopeless way to die in the Ninja World!"

"Wuh wuh wuh…"

The Daimyo was clearly terrified, crying as he strained to pull out his Kunai.

"Nine."

The Daimyo held the Kunai, pointing its tip at his own abdomen, yet he never found the courage to act.

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

"Please, don't kill me!" the Daimyo shouted in desperation.

Lian Ye ignored him, and the countdown kept going.

"Four."

"Three."

Such a countdown is the most torturous.

Knowing death is inevitable yet powerless, this despair can drive a person completely mad.

"Bastard, I'm going all out against you!"

Finally, the Daimyo, furious, twisted his wrist and thrust the Kunai hard at Lian Ye.

Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me!

Ideals are abundant, reality is stark.

He launched the attack, and his left hand was sliced off.

"Aaaah—"

Experiencing the pain of a broken arm a second time, the Daimyo still writhed on the ground in agony.

His resentful gaze fell on Lian Ye.

"It seems Lord Daimyo wants to experience the most hopeless way to die in the Ninja World."

Lian Ye smiled, looking downright perverse.

One can only say that ninjas have varying degrees of mental illness, and Lian Ye belongs to the more severe side.

"Enough, Lian Ye!" Ri Zhan opened his eyes. "Give him a proper end."

"Ri Zhan, you're too much of a Holy Mother."

Lian Ye curled his lip, and with a single slash he erased the Daimyo's sinful life.

Even in death, the Daimyo still glared at Lian Ye with resentment.

The parties involved just acted indifferent.

A weak but rich guy usually meets this fate in the Ninja World.

It's only because he has the Daimyo's title as protection.

Lian Ye, who breaks free from the Ninja Mindset, naturally won't indulge such a guy.

"The Daimyo is dead; what do we do now?" Ri Zhan asked, frowning.

With things at this point, we can only trust Lian Ye.

"I told you, the Daimyo's death is fine; just replace him with another Daimyo."

Lian Ye's gaze fell on several maids huddled together in the corner.

They trembled even more as Lian Ye looked at them.

"Go fetch the Daimyo's son; I might spare you."

The maids nodded and shakily left the main hall.

"Remember, do it in the Daimyo's name."

"Un‑…understood…"

"Lian Ye, you really intend to spare those maids?" Tuan Cang frowned displeased.

To prevent exposure, we must leave no survivors!

The grass must be cut by removing the Root!

"I promised them I wouldn't act," Lian Ye smiled.

"Fine, I understand," Tuan Cang nodded.

Since Lian Ye won't act, he'll have to do it for us.

It's somewhat cruel, but it must be done.

Soon, the maids returned leading the Daimyo's son.

It was only about ten people at a time, and they hadn't expected there to be so many of the Daimyo's sons.

Among them, the older ones were around twenty, the younger only five or six.

"Father!"

About ten people entered and immediately saw the gruesome scene and the Daimyo's corpse.

The crowd realized something was wrong and were about to turn and flee.

Then they saw Tuan Cang suddenly blocking the doorway.