Chapter 332: The Sorrow of a Small Person

How could there possibly be no problem here?

Just now.

When Yu Die appeared, he was coincidentally rescued by the Flying Sword sent by Wang Ping'an, and a heavy corpse fell before him. He recognized the corpse—it was one of Wen Ping's group, who had entered the fray using his own life as bait.

He never imagined that, as a dispensable person, Wen Ping was not eager to eliminate Wang Ping'an, but instead sent men to hunt him, as if he were of great importance in Wen Ping's eyes.

He secretly resented Wen Ping's regard for him, and also felt grateful for Wang Ping'an's life‑saving favor.

He even hoped for a miracle, that Wang Ping'an could eliminate Wen Ping's party.

Although.

This possibility is slim; Wen Ping knows full well that all this is a trap, yet still dares to enter, indicating he is confident of victory.

How could he possibly fail to defeat Wang Ping'an!

He expects Wang Ping'an to win, not merely because he secretly resents Wen Ping's regard, nor because he is lowly and threatened by Wang Ping'an, but because he looks forward to Wang Ping'an's victory, waiting for Wang Ping'an to continue exploiting him.

The only reason he anticipates Wang Ping'an's triumph is that Wang Ping'an acted generously; he hasn't forgotten that Wang Ping'an dealt with Fan Hongwei, seized Fan Hongwei's corpse, and tossed Fan Hongwei's money bag to him.

Frankly, the money in that bag is something he has never earned in all his years of life.

To him, it was a huge sum, and Wang Ping'an, without blinking, handed it to him outright.

Although.

Much of the rest of the money is needed for Wang Ping'an to purchase Confucian texts.

If.

If this time Wang Ping'an can still eliminate Wen Ping's party, with his magnanimity he might again give him the money bags of Wen Ping's group.

Under such circumstances, how could he not look forward to Wang Ping'an's victory? That's also why he dared to sneak over here at the risk of his life.

He wants to see the outcome!

But.

The events defied his expectations: it was neither Wang Ping'an's nor Wen Ping's party's victory, but Yu Die's sudden emergence, which was formidable.

It was almost pinning Wang Ping'an down!

At that time.

Yu Die declared her affiliation; she had heard the renowned name of the Demon-Subduing Department loud and clear, and bluntly said it rang like thunder in her ears. Although it was her first time meeting a member of the Demon-Subduing Department, she was an extremely beautiful young lady.

But the skill she displayed was no less than the rumors about the Demon-Subduing Department.

Logically speaking.

Someone from the Demon-Subduing Department like Yu Die, facing an evil cultivator like Wang Ping'an, should be a fight to the death, yet no one could have imagined.

Yu Die actually ordered him to keep working for Wang Ping'an!

Just as Ni Qiu was bewildered, a flash of insight flickered in his mind, and he weakly said, "Miss Hero, you, you, you aren't trying to make me a mole, are you?"

If possible, he would rather work for Wang Ping'an than for Yu Die, not because of gender bias nor because Wang Ping'an is generous, but because evil cultivators are more inhuman than righteous people.

If he refused to work for Yu Die, at most Yu Die would give him a scolding, which shouldn't endanger his life; but if he worked for Yu Die to frame Wang Ping'an, there's no need to think—once Wang Ping'an finds out.

Given Wang Ping'an's cruelty, death might be a release for him; perhaps the final outcome would leave him unable to live nor die.

Living is worse than dying!

Yu Die retorted, "What do you think?" "I, I, I…"

Ni Qiu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words stuck at his lips, unable to be spoken.

He feared that once spoken there would be no room to maneuver; if he refused, an angry Yu Die, even if she didn't take his life, would leave him gravely wounded.

"Rest assured, in this near‑certain death job, even if you try, I won't let you!"

Yu Die snorted coldly, somewhat displeased by Ni Qiu's cowardly attitude, but not surprised nor angry—how many people in this world aren't afraid of death? Yet few display it as plainly as Ni Qiu, saying:

"Didn't you just say? The Evil Cultivator who lured you here are all scoundrels who have exhausted all evil deeds; their mutual slaughter is nothing but dogs biting dogs."

"I would love to see such people—no, they aren't even worthy of being called humans; the more they die, the better."

Therefore.

You may go ahead and work for that Evil Cultivator; I don't need you as a mole!

"So that's it!"

Ni Qiu gave a strange look; originally he thought Yu Die letting him continue was to make him a mole to lure Wang Ping'an, but Yu Die turned out to be even more scheming than he guessed.

He couldn't see any trace of the light of the righteous path—someone from the Demon-Subduing Department.

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A flash of insight flickered in Ni Qiu's mind, and with a flattering smile he said, "Still don't know how the Miss Hero is addressed?"

"Are you waiting to learn my title so you can call on me and swagger‑cheat?"

Yu Die gave Ni Qiu a cool glance, instantly seeing his scheme, and said, "Ni Qiu of the Demon-Subduing Department, if you're not afraid of death, feel free to work under my banner!"

"Miss Hero, even if you borrowed my courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, I still wouldn't dare swagger‑cheat using your family's name!"

Ni Qiu was startled deep inside; he hadn't expected Yu Die to see through his thoughts, yet he dared not show it, hastily changing the subject:

"Miss Hero, if there's nothing else, I'll leave now; I'll go help you—no, help that Evil Cultivator with the task, luring the most vicious villains so they kill each other."

"Wait a moment!"

Yu Die watched Ni Qiu's departing back, then suddenly called out to him a few steps away.

Ni Qiu froze; although he now wanted to flee from Yu Die, when Yu Die's words fell, his legs felt as heavy as poured lead, unable to lift, he turned his head, with a flattering smile, and asked:

"Miss Hero, do you have any other orders?"

Yu Die said coldly, "Remember, when you work for that Evil Cultivator, you may only lure him the most vicious scoundrels!"

Ni Qiu forced a nervous laugh, "Miss Hero, even if you don't say it, I'll still do it!"

"I hope you can practice what you say, keep all my words in mind, otherwise…"

She paused at this point, and in the depths of her gaze a flash of cold light flickered, causing the surrounding air to drop sharply, making Ni Qiu feel as if summer turned to winter; Yu Die spoke again:

"I will make you regret coming to this world!"

"I won't, I won't, I won't…"

Ni Qiu's complexion shifted drastically, and he rushed to speak; before he could finish his sentence, a flicker before his eyes caused Yu Die's figure to vanish from his sight.

The next moment.

Ni Qiu could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground like a puddle of rotten mud, panting in large, coarse breaths, his face filled with the joy of having survived a calamity.

After a long while, the fear deep in Ni Qiu's heart finally began to dissipate, and he gradually regained some vigor, then, wishing to cry but without tears, he said, "What on earth is this!"

(End of chapter)