Chapter 821: Seven-Day Mission Plan

"That... Master, we don't have the final say in the Jia clan right now." Ao Yulie reminded him.

Start martial training just because you say so? Not happening.

"Soon my word will be law. I'll handle Ningguo Mansion; you go handle Rongguo Mansion." Tang Luo spoke as he stood up.

No time like the present. Elder Tang acted with extreme efficiency, standing up immediately, walking out of the courtyard, and finding an old woman servant to guide him to Jia Zhen's courtyard.

Ningguo Mansion and Rongguo Mansion are neighbors, both super-sized grand estates.

Who lives where, in what quarters — outsiders can't figure it out.

That old woman servant seemed slightly odd, didn't say much, and obediently led the way for Tang Luo.

Arriving at Jia Zhen's courtyard, the yard was a bit messy; maids and old women servants stood there, along with Ningguo Mansion's chief steward Lai Sheng.

In the original *Dream of the Red Chamber*, the two mansions' stewards are alternately Lai Da, Lai Er, and Lai Sheng — not clear at all.

Here it's simple.

The chief stewards of both Ningguo and Rongguo Mansions come from the Lai clan; elder brother Lai Da is Rongguo Mansion's steward, younger brother Lai Sheng is Ningguo Mansion's steward.

The Lai clan are the Jia clan's old retainers, most relied upon.

Right now Lai Sheng stands in the courtyard, yet it seems a bit inappropriate.

Whether an outside man can enter the inner quarters has nothing to do with the inner quarters.

This is a world of martial artists; martial customs prevail, so the separation of men and women naturally isn't that severe.

Various noble young ladies also don't stay behind closed doors, unable to even be seen by outsiders of the opposite sex.

Emperor Kaiyuan even strongly encourages women to practice martial arts; posts like female generals were specially established.

As chief steward, Lai Sheng standing in the male master's courtyard courtyard counts as nothing.

It's just that right now they've clearly gone to invite an imperial physician.

As chief steward, Lai Sheng should personally go invite one; at the very least, greeting at the gate is necessary.

Yet he stands here — don't know if it's the Jia clan being this arrogant, or Lai Sheng himself being this arrogant.

Tang Luo didn't think that much at all; he doesn't even recognize who Lai Sheng is, and entered the courtyard.

Striding like a dragon and tiger, stepping with a gait that recognizes no kin, he walked straight for the room.

Lai Sheng froze for a moment, not daring to make a sound for a while.

Only after Tang Luo entered the room door did he react, hurriedly walking over and saying: "Rong'er, you this is..."

Tang Luo ignored Lai Sheng and walked straight into the inner room.

Here Lai Sheng couldn't enter, so he could only stop his steps and call out: "Rong'er, the master is resting, you this—"

The inner room was warm, but the windows were shut tight, with a faint scent; besides the unconscious Jia Zhen lying there, there were a few women.

Besides the old women servants and maids, one was Lady You, Ningguo Mansion's (senior) Madam.

She isn't Jia Rong's mother, merely Jia Zhen's second wife, born poor, holding no real authority as matriarch in Ningguo Mansion, just a shrewish nag.

Whatever Jia Zhen says goes.

But right now she looks quite calm, none of the panic over Jia Zhen's coma; seeing Tang Luo enter, she even called out: "Rong'er."

Tang Luo nodded, walking to the bedside.

Coincidentally, just at this moment, Jia Zhen happened to open his eyes, gaze vacant.

Focus gathering, seeing Tang Luo, he instantly flew into a rage: "You beast!"

He hasn't forgotten how he fell into a coma, directly cursing abusively, cursing himself in the process.

At this time, no one paid attention to such details.

Lady You walked a few steps to the bedside, intending to say something.

Jia Zhen struggled up, about to give the Jia Rong before him a vicious blow.

Tang Luo wore a faint smile, slightly bending at the waist, looking as if to receive that blow.

In reality he had already reached out and pressed down on Jia Zhen's head, slamming it downward.

With a "Bang", Jia Zhen's porcelain pillow was smashed to smithereens, even the red sandalwood carved great bed shook, nearly falling apart.

Under this slam, the just-awakened Jia Zhen felt a burst of severe pain, the world spinning.

That wasn't all; the hand pressing the head, five fingers closing like iron claws, violent pain surged together with the aura of death.

Making Jia Zhen's limbs go limp, without the strength or courage to even move a fraction.

Tang Luo gripped his head and slammed it fiercely several times; the bed beneath him instantly collapsed.

Lowered by a level, Jia Zhen also fell unconscious once more.

Tang Luo released his hand with an indifferent face. Done — this guy won't wake up for a good while.

Forget imperial physicians, court physicians; even a Da Luo True Immortal couldn't revive him anytime soon.

Jia Jing became a monk, Jia Zhen is comatose.

With the male line withered, Ningguo Mansion has only Jia Rong left to take charge; Ningguo Mansion, Tang Luo can cover the sky with one hand.

The maids, old women servants, and Lady You watched Tang Luo stand straight leisurely, dumbstruck, too shocked to speak.

Early this morning when they discovered Jia Zhen collapsed unconscious outside Jia Rong's courtyard, the servants were startled.

Suspected Jia Zhen drank too much and passed out drunk here.

Seeing the wounds on Jia Zhen, they realized he'd been beaten by someone.

Yet still somewhat disbelieving.

Who is Jia Rong? Jia Zhen's son.

Although Great Qian's separation of men and women isn't strict, various rules and proprieties still exist, and are quite strict, especially filial piety and the way of ruler and minister complementing each other.

If the ruler demands the minister die, the minister cannot but die; if the father demands the son perish, the son cannot but perish.

Ruler, minister, father, mother, teacher — since Great Qian's founding it has been ceaselessly propagated, long since entering hearts and engraved in bones.

Why so? The reason is also very simple.

Naturally, it is to prevent "xia using martial arts to disrupt the law."

Kung fu is a killing art; martial artists are naturally not easier to control than ordinary people.

A common man in anger, blood splashes five steps!

A powerful martial artist in anger, it is not five steps, at least five hundred steps, five thousand steps.

As rulers, they naturally wish their subordinates to be obedient sheep; if they could, they would hate to ban martial arts.

But banning martial arts is impossible to ban; for one, the martial dao has flourished and thrived, continuing for over a thousand years.

Great Qian has been founded for merely over a hundred years, not yet unified the world; where would it get the ability to touch the martial dao?

Secondly, now the three kingdoms stand as a tripod, everyone is holding their breath, absolutely cannot fall behind; banning martial arts equals suicide.

Not only can they not prohibit it, they must encourage it.

In the Great Qian court, leaving aside martial officials, civil officials must all be "versed in both pen and sword"; not to mention that a first-rank high official must have first-rank strength, at the very least they must be at the level of a fifth, fourth, or third-rank Qi Refining martial artist.

The martial dao flourishes, and it must flourish.

Naturally, rules must be constantly established to better restrain martial artists.

At least Great Qian is like this.

Tang Luo's current behavior is at minimum a heavy crime of exile three thousand li, dispatched to the border to serve as a soldier.

Yet Tang Luo is completely unaware, nodding: "He has fainted again; you all take good care of him, absolutely do not let him wake up."

Leaving behind the You clan members who could barely stand, Tang Luo walked out.

In the outer room, Lai Sheng shouted: "Rong'er, you want to……"

The words had only been spoken halfway when he saw Tang Luo reach out and grab.

Lai Sheng was startled, instinctively dodging.

He is indeed a seventh-rank martial artist, properly cultivated, not a fake like Jia Zhen who only has a hard head.

This dodge of his, his movement technique is actually quite decent.

But never mind that Lai Sheng is merely seventh-rank; even a Grandmaster could not avoid Tang Luo's casual grab.

He didn't even figure out what happened before Lai Sheng felt his own head land in someone else's hand.

Then, his body lost control, no longer belonging to himself.

Tang Luo dragged Lai Sheng out of the courtyard like a dead dog, threw him on the ground and ordered: "Send the imperial physician back, just say the Old Master is already fine."

Judging by your look, you are just a steward.

"You——"

Lai Sheng still wanted to say something, but met a pair of icy pupils.

Like a giant hollow vortex, wanting to devour him; the fear from instinct could not be suppressed at all.

Death even turned into an invisible hand, clutching his throat, constantly tightening.

Although Lai Sheng is a house servant, besides martial cultivation he has not suffered much hardship, let alone experienced the great terror between life and death.

Immediately his mind collapsed, no longer having any heart of resistance or defiance.

Tang Luo withdrew the gaze that nearly scared Lai Sheng to death: "Go."

Lai Sheng scrambled up in a fluster, stumbling as he ran forward.

"Wait."

A voice from the Nine Nether Hells came from behind; Lai Sheng's body shook, instantly stopping his steps, stiff as a stone.

"Be more respectful in attitude, pay the consultation fee." Tang Luo reminded.

"Yes, yes." Lai Sheng accepted the order and left, his whole body as if fished out of water, cold sweat soaking his clothes.

Legs gone soft, he had just left Tang Luo's sight when he fell, then scrambled up again, not daring to delay in the slightest.

Head muddled, he only remembered Tang Luo's command.

Everything else was no longer in his thoughts.

For example, why Jia Rong, who isn't even a martial artist, possesses a terrifying body of martial arts.

Not to mention such questions, just thinking of "Jia Rong," Lai Sheng felt a pair of lofty pupils occupy his mind, instantly losing all will to resist.

In short, Lai Sheng was scared witless.

"Alright." Tang Luo clapped his hands.

The Ningguo Mansion's male line has withered; having dealt with Jia Zhen and Lai Sheng, from now on this mansion is under my say.

As long as the matter isn't leaked out, he can cover the sky with one hand in Ningguo Mansion.

"Little White Dragon, Ningguo Mansion is already under my say. You today settle Rongguo Mansion." Tang Luo said, "Tomorrow we'll have them start martial cultivation, the day after tomorrow divine art great success, the third day replace the imperial clan, the fifth day destroy the two kingdoms, the sixth day step onto the world's peak. The seventh day drag out that whatever Vast Master, Vast True Person, Warning Fairy and trample them underfoot, then the mission can be perfectly completed."

Seven days to complete the mission, done.

Ao Yulie listened and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood; Master, your plan is too fast!

Jia Zhen is unconscious, Jia Rong takes over, temporarily managing Ningguo Mansion affairs; this is only right and proper.

Because Jia Zhen has only Jia Rong as a son, the legitimate eldest son and only son; if he doesn't take over Ningguo Mansion, who will?

Unless Jia Jing returns to take charge again.

But Rongguo Mansion is different!

Rongguo Mansion has a thriving population; following Tang Luo's method, Ao Yulie playing Jia Huan wants to cover the sky with one hand in Rongguo Mansion.

The people he must kill, listed in order, are these:

From the heir perspective, he must kill Uncle Jia She, Father Jia Zheng, Elder Brother Jia Lian, Jia Cong, Jia Baoyu.

Only when these five men are dead and gone does it fall to Jia Huan.

Apart from heirs, the great mountains blocking the way also include the Jia clan's one elder — Grandmother Shi, the old ancestress, truly a number one treasure.

Lady Xing, Lady Wang, and even their peer Wang Xifeng.

Even the servants of the Lai family are a huge obstacle.

Kill all these people, and afterward there will be no Jia family anymore; at the very least, Rongguo Mansion is basically finished.

One day?

"No, at least three days!" Ao Yulie argued forcefully on principle.

"Fine, then three days." Tang Luo agreed readily, going along with it.

"Phew—" Ao Yulie let out a breath of relief, then suddenly felt something was off; how did it seem like he had fallen into a trap?

Master, you're clearly a brute, yet you actually started playing tactics?

And you're playing tactics against your most beloved Little White Dragon, of all people?

Ao Yulie instantly felt this world was so cold and indifferent; only the Twelve Beauties of Jinling held a trace of warmth.

Suddenly, he was full of motivation again.

Jia Baoyu, get the hell out here!

Quick, quick, quick, charge, charge, charge — Young Master Yulong is taking action!