Just by looking from here, the Mountain Villa appears majestic and solemn.
Originally, Yuzhu Villa was not small, but from this vantage point, it seemed pitifully tiny.
Dragon and a snake, no, more like a dragon and an earthworm.
On either side of the villa’s main gates, a string of red lanterns still hung, casting a red glow against the black-painted gates.
There was no one guarding the entrance, so Duan Yun and Murong walked right in.
Entering the main gate, the full scale of the villa gradually came into view.
The gate was originally five zhang high, presumed by them to be fittingly monumental.
Comparably, in Duan Yun’s previous life, some properties were marketed simply with the construction of an impressive community gate before even laying the foundation.
But inside, they realized their mistake.
The entire villa was enormous!
The ground’s stone slabs were each the size of five or six ordinary slabs, and the array of buildings were at least two or three zhang high per floor.
The steps were the most direct measure; one stair was almost up to one’s waist, making even their long legs somewhat ineffective.
Trees within the villa were towering, giving them the sensation of venturing into a land of giants.
The vastness of Netherworld Villa made them feel insignificant.
After climbing several dozen unimaginably high steps, what appeared before them were huge cages.
These cages were suspended from numerous large trees, each holding a person.
Without exception, all the people wore ferocious iron masks and were unclothed.
From here, they looked no different than the canaries kept by wealthy families.
Just as rich people’s canaries are caged and hung on trees.
These people were also caged and hung on trees.
When Duan Yun trembled witnessing those two female Assassins, he hadn’t seen such a scene, but what came next was familiar to him.
Ahead was a gigantic stone tower carved with the words "Futu."
This place can be said to be the main hall of Netherworld Villa, where Assassins receive and submit assignments, and deliberations occur.
Inside the tower was pitch-dark except for a green light shining.
Beneath the green light, a strangely-featured old man was flipping through a register, seemingly managing something akin to the Book of Life and Death from the Underworld.
Duan Yun and Murong approached, and the old man glanced at them briefly before continuing with his task.
Thinking of quickly locating the Manor Master of Netherworld Villa to vent their anger, Murong straightforwardly asked, "Where is the Manor Master? I want to see the Manor Master!"
The old man showed displeasure, glanced at Murong, and without paying him any heed, continued with his task.
Murong inquired again, "Didn’t you hear what I said?"
The old man, unfazed by honor or disgrace, retorted, "You’ve been here for so long, do you still want an old man like me to teach you brothers manners?"
It was clear, this old man held no insignificant position in the villa; even Murong’s status as top Assassins seemed unable to pressure him.
Just as Duan Yun contemplated forcibly abducting the old man to lead the way instilled with Heroic Spirit, a crisp snap was heard.
Murong leapt up and delivered a huge slap to the old man, spinning him 1800 degrees in the air before he crash-landed, smashing the table.
Murong moved closer, his golden Assassin’s face looming, and said, "Take a good look at my face, not working now, is it?"
"We want to see the Manor Master, immediately!"
The old man, clearly a master himself, only reddened slightly from the harsh slap, as his temples throbbed—a sign of highly proficient external and internal power.
Duan Yun thought that the method used just now was effective, but against such a "senior," it likely wouldn’t work, deciding on a sneak attack to capture and refine him. Unexpectedly, the old man quickly got up, his tone gentle, "The Manor Master is in Impermanence Hall. Here is a token for an audience, take it."
Murong took the token and headed out.
The old man’s gaze gradually turned venomous, muttering softly, "Damn, these little brats, becoming Assassins and daring to disrespect the elderly? They’re not even the Second Manor Master yet..."
Just then, Murong suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide as bells, angrily shouted, "Old man, what are you mumbling about!"
The old man immediately tensed up and said, "I said take care."
Murong turned and continued onwards.
By this time, even Duan Yun had to admire him.
In this territory, were a hefty slap and this fake face this effective?
Just as the old man was cursing and sitting up, he was startled again by a sharp slap sound and a miserable yelp from outside the hall.
It turned out that a dog in the villa, walking fine before, was inexplicably slapped by Murong, tumbling into the bushes.
Murong’s eyes gleamed like a bloodthirsty madman as he licked his lips, his palms trembling with excitement.
Damn, the sensation of upholding justice found its teeth!