Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Kill

The Li Family Fortress.

Deep into the night, the world was quiet. A biting cold wind swept through, interrupted only by the occasional barking of dogs and chirping of insects.

In front of the crimson pavilion, two distinctive Martial Artists stood. One robust and thickset, the other tall and lanky.

The tall, lanky Martial Artist glanced toward the distant pavilion and couldn’t help but complain:

"Brother Feng, when is this miserable task ever going to end? Leaving the Black Sand Gang to babysit a shameless woman here—this damn winter night is driving me mad!"

The thickset Martial Artist, Brother Feng, slapped the top of his head and cursed with a laugh:

"You dumbass, always complaining. You think this is a hardship? You’d be shocked to know how many of the brothers in the gang fought over this job. You know Han Ye’s temperament—he never skimps on rewarding his men. If we do this job well, won’t we be eating lavishly and drinking richly under Han Ye’s wing in the future?"

"As a man, you need some foresight—stop nitpicking over these trivial things right in front of you."

The tall Martial Artist chuckled sheepishly, flattering:

"Brother Feng, I’m just standing up for you here. I’m nothing as a mere Stone Skin Martial Artist, but you’re already in the Iron Skin Realm. If the gang fosters you further, you might even ascend to the esteemed Blood Refining Realm—a major figure in Canghe County. Wasting time here seems like such a pity!"

"But now that you’ve mentioned it, I get it. You’re just thinking farther ahead than me. Still, I wonder how much longer we have to endure this?"

He sighed and once more gazed toward the pavilion.

By now, the lights within the pavilion had already been extinguished.

"That woman truly is something... Who would’ve imagined such a stunning gem could be hiding here in this little Li Family Fortress? No wonder Han Ye has been so drawn to coming by more and more often."

The robust Martial Artist chuckled wickedly.

"You’re still too naive. I know Han Ye’s tastes, and it’s not just because Li Yu is sultry and provocative."

He cast a meaningful glance toward another courtyard, where Du Jiangbo resided. Two other Black Sand Gang Martial Artists were stationed there as his guards.

"Don’t worry. She may seem favored now, but give it less than a year—Han Ye will grow tired of her. For now, he’s pampering her, but soon she’ll be less than worthless. And maybe when that time comes, we might even have our own chance to savor her!"

The two exchanged a knowing, lecherous laugh.

"Anyway, before Han Ye tires of her, we just need to follow orders and keep a close watch on Li Yu. If Du Jiangbo snaps one day and decides to kill Li Yu, we’ll be dragged into the mess."

"You’re absolutely right, Brother Feng. I’ll obey whatever you say. Just don’t forget to look out for me when you make it big!"

"You rascal, as if I’d forget you."

"Now go on, head to the steward and fetch another jug of wine. How long has it been? We’re already out!"

The thickset Martial Artist poured the last drop of wine into his mouth as he grumbled, kicking the tall Martial Artist with a teasing laugh. Serving as guards in the Li Family Fortress had its perks—high status, carefree indulgence, and even the liberty to take their pick among the fortress women if they so wished.

Though they acted like their predicament was dire, in truth, their frustration merely stemmed from having to watch over a single woman. If not for this assignment, they’d happily linger in the fortress, playing kings of their little domain.

Taking hold of the empty wine jug, the lanky Martial Artist acknowledged with a quick reply and strolled off into the distance to fetch more wine. It was an errand that exclusively fell on him.

Humming a carefree tune, he wore an air of mild contentment.

Perhaps he was daydreaming about the future he’d just discussed with Brother Feng—imagining himself as a Blood Refining Realm expert one day, reigning strong in Canghe County.

Turning a corner.

His body suddenly shivered, as if an icy gaze had locked onto him.

A cold chill shot down his spine, jolting him awake. But as he took another look around, he found only his own shadow. Laughing at himself, he muttered:

"Scaring yourself, huh? What a coward you are!"

He shook his head and continued onward leisurely.