Chapter 16: This Generation of Villains Understands Time Management

Inside Jianhugong, lanterns burned brightly.

Sikong Xuan and the other Shennong Gang disciples had been securely imprisoned.

The Wuliang Sword Sect and the gathered martial artists continued celebrating the martial duel.

At the banquet, cups and goblets clinked in constant exchange.

Zhong Ling had long since vanished—likely returned home.

When Luo Jie noticed Zhong Ling was gone, he felt deep regret.

Duan Yu, your sister… no, your future sister—where did she go?

He wanted to have a proper exchange on staff techniques with Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling comes from a martial arts family; she must have profound insights.

Shaking his head, Luo Jie approached Duan Yu, who was hiding in a corner of the hall.

Perhaps because he failed to prevent the conflict, Duan Yu felt melancholy and even entertained thoughts of leaving.

Luo Jie was greatly surprised.

Itachi’re leaving already?

Your drama, “Duan Yu’s Marvelous Adventure,” hasn’t even started yet.

If Itachi go back now, Itachi’ll miss the big shows: the illegitimate daughter’s chain exposure, the parents’ love story collapse documentary.

So Luo Jie quickly urged, “Brother Duan, why not stay a few more days?”

Duan Yu bowed respectfully: “Brother Luo, I appreciate your kindness, but I’ve been away from home too long. My elders await my return—I cannot delay further.”

Luo Jie’s eyes showed reluctance. “Ah, to part so suddenly—what a pity.”

Missing out on the gossip is so boring.

Duan Yu smiled. “If Itachi ever visit Dali City, be sure to find me at the Town South Prince’s Mansion.”

“I’ll sweep the mats and welcome Itachi personally—show Itachi Dali’s lake and mountain views, its customs and folkways, and we’ll drink and talk till dawn.”

Hearing this, Luo Jie suddenly hallucinated.

Huh?

Trigger keyword!

Town South Prince’s Mansion!

The core NPC of the Dali dungeon has issued a quest invitation—when else but now?

Luo Jie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Fine! Once I’ve settled my affairs and have free time, I’ll definitely pay a visit. Don’t Itachi dare find me a nuisance, Brother Duan.”

Duan Yu laughed heartily. “Brother Luo, what nonsense! I’m waiting for Itachi to come!”

Luo Jie grinned even wider.

Itachi said it.

The Big Brother-in-Law Cultivation Plan is officially launched!

…

Night fell like ink, heavy upon Jianhugong; the day’s clamor gradually gave way to silence.

Suddenly, a faint rustling shattered the quiet.

Several green shadows flashed like ghosts between the palace walls.

Then eight women, all clad in identical emerald cloaks, appeared in the courtyard of Jianhugong.

On their cloaks, black eagles embroidered in thread glimmered with eerie luster under the moonlight.

After them, another woman in a green cloak stepped slowly from the shadows.

She appeared to be in her twenties, her features delicate, yet her brows carried a chilling aura that inspired dread.

The moment these nine women appeared, they made no attempt to conceal their intent and charged straight toward the place where the Shennong Gang members were held.

They moved swiftly; the guarding disciples had no time to cry out before their acupoints were struck, collapsing soundlessly.

But soon, the night patrol noticed something amiss and raised the alarm.

Zuo Zimu, who had been resting in the inner hall, immediately seized his sword and rushed out.

Seeing these intruders, he glared fiercely and shouted: “Where do these demons come from, daring to cause trouble in the Wuliang Sword Sect?”

Saying this, he lunged forward, sword aimed at the lead woman.

The woman remained calm, a cold smile curling on her lips.

With a flick of her wrist, several flying needles shot out like falling stars toward Zuo Zimu.

Zuo Zimu couldn’t dodge in time—the needles pierced his right arm, the one gripping his sword.

He grunted, his right arm instantly numb, as if all strength had been drained; he staggered backward several steps, nearly dropping his blade.

Zuo Zimu was stunned—he realized this woman’s martial skill was unfathomable, far beyond his own.

At that moment, Xin Shuangqing arrived in haste.

Seeing Zuo Zimu wounded, she urgently asked: “Brother Zuo, what happened?”

Zuo Zimu, pale and panting, replied: “These women came to rescue the Shennong Gang. Their skill is formidable—they’re likely from Lingjiao Palace.”

Xin Shuangqing was utterly astonished.

Just heard of Lingjiao Palace today, and now it’s attacking us tonight?

And she had just inquired about Lingjiao Palace from the martial community earlier.

Everyone shook their heads—they knew nothing.

Who would have thought Lingjiao Palace was such a hard target?

…

Meanwhile, Luo Jie leaned half-sitting on his bed, idly twirling Ge Guangpei’s hair between his fingers, a faint smile on his lips.

Ge Guangpei’s cheeks flushed crimson like twilight clouds; her long black hair cascaded down her back, a few strands falling against her fair skin, making her complexion seem whiter than snow.

Suddenly, a faint yet jarringly abrupt sound came from the window. Luo Jie grimaced.

After a full day of work, I finally get to cuddle with my senior sister—and now someone else interrupts?

If Itachi’re gonna interrupt, why not pick a better time?

This generation of villains understands time management.

“Senior Sister, something’s happening outside—I’ll go check,” Luo Jie whispered.

Ge Guangpei’s eyes flickered with worry; she instinctively grabbed Luo Jie’s arm. “Shouldn’t I come with Itachi?”

Luo Jie smiled reassuringly. “They can’t hurt me.”

He pulled on a robe and rose to head for the door.

When Luo Jie stepped outside, the sight made him frown.

The disciples of the Eastern and Western Wuliang Sword Sects were locked in fierce combat with the nine emerald-cloaked women.

But painfully, his own disciples were being pushed back relentlessly.

Those disciples, once considered skilled within the sect, had no defense against the women’s ruthless, swift attacks—they could only retreat and dodge.

Luo Jie sighed inwardly.

Teammates are too weak—I can’t carry them.

Ah, the pain of a third-rate sect—without me, Luo Master, to hold the line, Itachi can’t even handle the minions.

Itachi should just hand me the sect leader’s seat now.

No time to waste—Luo Jie lightly tapped the ground and activated Lingbo Microstep.

In an instant, his figure became a phantom, weaving effortlessly through the crowd, so fast it was nearly invisible.

In the blink of an eye, he was near the lead woman.

She sensed his approach and was startled.

She wasn’t afraid of his sudden appearance—she was stunned by the skill of his lightness technique.

That fluid, ethereal movement bore faint resemblance to her own sect’s martial arts—this stirred doubt in her.

Luo Jie gave her no time to think—he gathered his internal energy like a surging tide.

Several sharp sword qi surged forth, piercing straight toward the woman.

Where the sword qi passed, the air seemed torn, emitting a sharp whistle.

The woman’s face changed instantly—she dared not underestimate him.

She sidestepped swiftly, flicked her wrist, and sent several flying needles racing toward Luo Jie like shooting stars.

The needles gleamed coldly under the moonlight, laced with deadly poison—anyone struck, even a master, would suffer grievously.

But Luo Jie had anticipated this. He activated Lingbo Microstep, his body drifting like a ghost; the needles passed harmlessly by his sides, none hitting.

Seizing the opening, Luo Jie closed in again, appearing instantly before the woman, his right hand shooting out like lightning to seize her pulse point.

In an instant, a powerful, strange suction surged from his palm—the woman felt her internal energy gushing out like a dam broken, draining relentlessly.

She widened her eyes in terror and cried out involuntarily: “Beiming Divine Skill!”

Luo Jie had no intention of killing her.

Unlike the Shennong Gang, these women were under Tian Shan Tonglao’s command.

He had long planned to make contact with Lingjiao Palace—killing them all would ruin any chance of future alliance.

He still had his eye on Lingjiao Palace’s beauties… and their ultimate techniques.

So after absorbing half her internal energy, Luo Jie sharply reversed his hand and sealed her acupoints, freezing her in place.

After neutralizing the lead woman, Luo Jie turned, his gaze sharp as lightning, toward the other women still fighting the Wuliang disciples.

Stop scraping, stop scraping.

The ones across from Itachi are about to be scraped raw by your guasha.

Let me handle this!

He took a deep breath, his aura surging abruptly as he charged toward the women.

In an instant, sword qi crisscrossed, and shadows clashed.

Before long, the other women were also easily subdued by him.

Looking at the chaos around him, Rojie found the right angle and struck a pose.

Another wonderful day.

(End of Chapter)