God Slayer Chronicles 25 Making Arrangements

"Ugh…" the groggy old man gripped his head, trying to regain his composure.

"So, your Dantain's been destroyed." Yang Chi who had his eyes closed j.a.ped at him.

"Ahh!" The old man fell on to his back, both in fear and surprise for the death G.o.d that transformed into a calm young man with monk-like meditation skills.

"Calm down. If you're lucky you might end up coming out of this uncrippled." Yang Chi snorted, while he shook his head. The shame this old man must be immense.

"Uncrippled?!" An Tang said in shock, trying to hold in his excitement.

"Tell me, why were you originally hurt like that?" Yang Chi's eyebrow raised, curious of the old man's situation.

"Errr." An Tang rubbed his head embarra.s.sed, not wanting to reveal anything, yet he felt a compulsion to follow Yang Chi's words.

"I, I betrayed the Sect. I slept with a spy of another power, revealing crucial information in our defences that my brother Mo had told me in the strictest confidence."

An Tang frowned suddenly, "What?! Why did I tell you that?" he said shocked, obviously this was a huge secret to him, yet he'd revealed it to a child.

"Don't worry about it. Tell me, why were you trying to get back in communication with your brother now?" Yang Chi was increasingly curious.

In fact, when Yang Chi followed him back, he only did so because he felt a hint of killing intent radiating from An Tang. Obviously, Yang Chi would investigate, seeing as the man had a reasonable amount of influence over the children and therefore the future of the Yang Clan!

Who would have thought while trailing him he'd hear some deranged mumbling?

"Trying to communicate, yes… I wanted to inform brother Mo of your talent. It could perhaps make up for my mistake all those years ago, and I could regain a chance to grasp immortality." An Tang sighed, while looking at the ground.

He'd always been extremely talented as a cultivator, yet he'd always been weak-willed, never pushing himself to his limits. An Tang believed if he casually cultivated he'd be able to tread upon the path of immortals, unfortunately those dreams were shattered.

"Knowing An Mo's temperament, what do you believe would have happened if you'd have presented me as a prized pig with an apple stuck in its mouth?" Yang Chi questioned.

"A prized pig young master…?" An Tang looked confused.

"Just answer the question." Yang Chi said coldly, his face showing his displeasure of being second guessed.

"Well, young master Yang… I think, taking young master's talent into account brother Mo would follow one of three paths." An Tang mumbled.

"Oh, do tell." Yang Chi gave off a deadly smile, seemingly knowing what An Mo's options would be.

"The first option would of course be diplomacy, where he'd bring great gifts to the Yang Clan… but he'd also probably take several hostages to the Sword Spirit Sect…" An Tang looked shameful as he continued.

"The second option would be to kidnap young master, doing torturous things to bend and twist your mind, causing you to be utterly loyal to him." An Tang started to breath quicker as he felt killing intent radiating from Yang Chi's small figure.

"The third…" An Tang's words caught in his throat, not daring to utter the sentence.

"Continue." Yang Chi said slowly, as his voice deepened.

"The third… annihilate the Yang Clan, wipe your memories and make you believe you're his child, it wouldn't be the first time he's done it." An Tang couldn't contain his fear, as Yang Chi's intense eyes felt like swords cutting into his flesh.

"An Tang, I appreciate your honesty. It's an extremely hard to admit your wrongdoings. For this I shall reward you, but in return you'll have to tell a little lie for me." Yang Chi had a coy smile on his face, as if a he knew something even the heavens didn't.

Yang Chi carefully explained his orders and plans to An Tang, who's eyes went wide in astonishment. This kid was a pack full of lies! Stacked on top of another few packs of them!

He told him to inform his brother he'd met a child in the Yang Clan, this child was a stable boy for the Yang Clan. His name – Sha Ku.

Sha Ku was the b.a.s.t.a.r.d son of some traveling cultivator called Sha Di, who impregnated a maid of the Yang Clan when she was young.

Later the maid died in childbirth, unable to do anything with the child and being afraid of Sha Di, the Yang Clan didn't mistreat the boy, but only gave him a spot in the stables.

This wasn't the hook though; An Tang had felt pity for the young man.

He was only six and had to tend the stables, his father was a powerful cultivator, yet he'd abandoned him.

Therefore An Tang might as well have tested his talent, giving him a terrible cultivation technique a few days ago. It was only a mortal grade technique, but the boy had mastered it and already constructed perfect Qi River foundations!

Of course, An Tang was completely shocked, this boy had potential! More than any of those brats in the Yang Clan!

Therefore An Tang decided to give him a sword art – The Nine Swords of the Imperium!

At its earliest, it was relatively simple. Although it was an incredibly tricky technique at its later stages. There is a reason for its difficulty, its because the Nine Swords of the Imperium was actually nine sword arts merged which were wholly interchangeable, making it ridiculously formidable in combat!

To his surprise, Sha Ku had already reached the sixth level! The boy was obsessed, flicking his sword around apparently not knowing that it's a technique for killing, but viewing it as ch.o.r.eographed dancing maual!

The moment An Tang saw this he had to report it to An Mo, this kind of talent… before he looked away he'd of probably already have formed Sword Qi!

"Young Master, that's ridiculous! As soon as An Mo hears this he'll storm down here trying to take you as his disciple at any cost!" An Tang worried, there was a possibility that the Yang Clan would be completely and utterly turned into a ruin!

"Not to worry old man, you'll take me to a small town, escorted by a few guards. Then we'll leave, n.o.body is harmed. I get a bottomless pool of resources and you might even get your Dantian repaired." Yang Chi said, his eyes closed, and lips curled.

Yang Chi proceeded to toss An Tang the key, "Now make the call."

An Tang somehow caught it with his shaky hands, fumbling whilst undoing the lock he finally opened the thing, causing a cloud of dust to be released in the room.

Cough!

Cough!

The pair both coughed, unable to breath.

Inside the chest, there was a round white stone with a gleaming blue inscription that was painfully bright to behold.

An Tang picked it up, causing it to flash a little, blinking on and off until finally a voice emerged from the stone.

"Little Tang… It's been a while. Why are you contacting me?" The voice sounded dreadful and deep like he'd crawled out of h.e.l.l.

An Tang told his story to his brother Mo, exactly recounting the tale of Sha Ku.

"Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Little brother, you may have finally made up for your betrayal all those years ago." An Mo's voice went a little softer.

"Bring the boy to the Night's Turn Inn, in Greenmont City. I'll pick him up there." An Mo ceased the transmission.

An Tang turned toward Yang Chi, who was sitting there with a smile on his face. Everything had gone according to plan.

He only had to make some final preparations, then he'd leave with An Tang, truly begging his path of cultivation.