Chapter 129
Chapter 129
The Evil Lord pushed away the singing girl beside him, rose, and left.
He cared greatly about his quality of life, and he was quite artistically gifted. That garden had even been designed by his own hands.
He hurried to the garden, but the moment he saw the scene before him, the Evil Lord’s powerful body trembled. He nearly needed colored contacts on the spot.
The once lavishly decorated garden was now empty except for the flowers and plants, as if an invading army had swept through it.
The golden plaques and calligraphy paintings along the covered walkway, the golden goblets and jade cups on the tables, the sandalwood tables, chairs, and utensils in the pavilion, even the curtains strung with jewels outside… all of it was gone!
The Evil Lord took a few steps forward and arrived where the artificial mountain had been.
His pupils abruptly shrank.
The artificial mountain was gone too!
The Evil Lord clenched his fingers hard.
That had been an artificial mountain carved from jade, the only one of its kind in the Three Realms!
There was no need to think. This had to be Ye Piaoling’s doing!
That Damn Woman-was she so broke she had lost her mind?
And Di Xiulan too. As a dignified Divine Venerable, how could he allow her to do such a thing?!
The Evil Lord was so furious smoke practically poured from his seven orifices, but he forced himself to keep his emotions under control.
A guard at the side said quietly, “State Preceptor, also, the tiles on your roof… someone saw the assassins stealing the tiles from your roof…”
The Evil Lord: “…”
Even the tiles were gone?!
The Evil Lord returned to his bedroom and rose into the air for a look. Sure enough, barely any of the glazed tiles on the roof remained!
And the tiles seemed to have been removed in a pattern. The remaining tiles formed a strange symbol: SB.
The Evil Lord glared at the SB on the roof. Though he did not understand what it meant, he could tell without thinking that it was definitely not anything good…
It had to be some kind of curse or insult!
Gnashing his teeth, the Evil Lord rushed back into his room.
The moment the door closed, he immediately unleashed the purple light and electricity in his eyes like a madman: @#￥#%$%&…
It was one thing for that Damn Woman to bully his Ghost Po. Now she had even come straight for his Heavenly Po!
After crackling and sparking for a while, the Evil Lord closed his eyes again.
No matter.
He would pay all of this back.
When they met today, Ye Piaoling’s cultivation had clearly increased greatly after her Immortal Pulse revived. This was exactly what he had expected.
Before long, the Day of Reincarnation would arrive. On that day, he would use her as a sacrifice, then resurrect in an entirely new form and amaze the entire Three Realms!
And before that, he was still the Xiliu State Preceptor. As long as they had no evidence, they would not dare make a move against him so easily!
After a long while, the Evil Lord took another deep breath, and the color of his eyes slowly turned back to pitch-black.
…
After Ye Piaoling returned, she took inventory of the stolen goods and grinned so widely she could not close her mouth.
One night’s haul was equal to a whole year’s revenue for her. That artificial mountain alone had to be worth a million taels of gold!
Feng Jin had probably emptied the Xiliu treasury just to renovate for himself.
Ye Piaoling thought for a moment and said, “After I meet the queen, if she turns out to be a wise ruler, I’ll return part of these stolen goods to her. An eighty-twenty split.”
Di Xiulan said, “You keep twenty percent?”
“No,” Ye Piaoling said. “I give them twenty percent.”
Di Xiulan commented blandly, “You have a conscience, but not much of one.”
For the rest of the day, Ye Piaoling looked forward to nightfall. As soon as darkness descended, she could continue going to the National Preceptor’s Mansion for another zero-yuan shopping spree!
The next day, she looted the main hall of the National Preceptor’s Mansion.
She stood in the room and cast a spell, and everything inside automatically flew into her storage pouch.
Di Xiulan raised a brow. “You know how to do this too?”
“Of course,” Ye Piaoling said proudly. “I’m the Tower Master of Qieleme!”
Di Xiulan said, “…Qieleme?”
Ye Piaoling said arrogantly, “A very mysterious organization of the jianghu. It is now under my command!”
Di Xiulan: “…”
This little girl’s hidden identities were not few.
Once she had packed everything away, Ye Piaoling dragged the man away.
Behind them, the hall that had once brimmed with luxury was now cleaner than an unfinished shell…
On the third night, Ye Piaoling decided to go to the study of the National Preceptor’s Mansion.
When she arrived at the door, however, she was stopped by a Barrier.
Only then did she discover that every door in the National Preceptor’s Mansion had actually been set with a Barrier. The moment one touched it, a line of words appeared:
Ye Piaoling and dogs are forbidden from entering!!!
Ye Piaoling: “…”
She tugged on Di Xiulan’s sleeve and said, “Babe, he’s calling you a dog.”
Di Xiulan said blandly, “How did you come to that incorrect conclusion?”
“He clearly knows I’m entering with you, yet he says he won’t allow me and dogs to enter. That means he’s using ‘dog’ to refer to you.”
Ye Piaoling said angrily, “I will never allow him to insult dogs like this. As punishment, I have decided to clear out every treasure in his study!”
With that, she blasted the Barrier open with one palm.
She rushed into the room and began frantically packing things away.
Di Xiulan: “…”
So that was your reason for breaking and entering?!
The Evil Lord sensed the Barrier being broken and rushed over, but by the time he arrived, the place was already empty.
The Evil Lord closed his eyes and punched the wall.
Then he calmly said to the guards behind him, “Would the few of you please step outside for just a moment?”
The guards: “???”
The Evil Lord roared in rage, “I told you to get out! Out!!!”
The guards were scared witless and hastily scrambled out the door.
Only once no one was around did the Evil Lord open his eyes.
Purple light flickered wildly in his pupils like lightning.
“Ye Piaoling, sooner or later, this lord will make your soul scatter into oblivion!!”
Good news: Today, the author is still weeping tears like rain, holding the stockpile’s hand and gazing wordlessly through choked sobs. Trash updates for two days…