Chapter 222: The Man and His Connection to Feng City
This sudden revelation truly shocked the ten men!
They had assumed that their future master would be a young noble. Whether they were heading to the Lan Yue Dynasty, Dong Feng Nation, Xi Mo, or Bei Kingdom, at least their lives would return to some semblance of normalcy.
Even after Tao Ming brought them to this grand residence in the barren wilderness, they still hadn’t fully grasped the situation.
How was such a magnificent estate built in the middle of this desolate land?
Why was it raining so heavily in a place that was supposed to be plagued by drought?
Why was Feng City still dry and barren, yet just beyond the Great Wall, lakes and rivers had formed everywhere?
Before they could make sense of all this, they now discovered that the young noble who had purchased them was actually a young woman!
And she had gone into Feng City!
Not only had she dared to enter, disguised as a man, but she had also attended an auction—and even purchased them!
The more they thought about it, the more incredible it seemed. Even though Yu Luo was wearing tattered clothes, her delicate features, partially concealed under a layer of makeup, had been washed clean by the rain.
Seeing her youthful and stunning face, the ten men were left in complete disbelief.
With such beauty, if anyone in Feng City had noticed her true identity, what kind of disaster would have followed?
Yet she had gone, attended an auction, and walked out unscathed.
Their new master was truly fearless.
Looking at the astonishment on their dirty, haggard faces, Yu Luo smiled faintly. “I am a woman, yet none of you noticed until now. Whether I am a man or a woman no longer matters. From now on, you are the guards of this household. Judging by your current state, you should go wash up properly. Shave those beards. I’ll have Tao Ming bring you all some fresh clothes later.”
The ten men were drenched from head to toe, and the smell in the air was growing more unbearable.
Yu Luo wasn’t disgusted—she simply wanted them to be comfortable. Being soaked to the bone, mixed with months of filth, must have been unbearable.
Noticing that Ming Ye was shivering slightly, Yu Luo didn’t linger.
She turned to Tao Ming. “Go to the storeroom and get ten sets of clothes for them, including undergarments. Also, make sure Ming Ye changes out of his wet clothes. He has no inner strength—he might catch a cold.”
“Yes, I will take care of it immediately.”
Once the ten men and Ming Ye had left, Yu Luo, along with her parents, headed to the courtyard where the auctioned man was being held.
Inside the room, Zhang Hu stood guard, still in his soaked clothes, his vigilance unwavering.
On the bed lay the unconscious man, still bound by Feng City’s iron chains—a sign of how much even Zhang Hu feared him.
“Miss, Master, Madam!”
Upon seeing the three enter, Zhang Hu immediately rose and bowed in greeting.
“Zhang Hu, why are you still in those wet clothes? Don’t you have inner strength? Can’t you use it to dry yourself?”
“Mother, what are you saying?”
Hearing this, Yu Luo immediately knew her mother had been influenced by television dramas from her past life—where martial artists always dried their clothes with their inner energy.
Zhang Hu looked puzzled, and before he could answer, Yu Luo quickly interrupted her mother.
Ye Jiamei chuckled awkwardly, realizing she had been misled by fiction.
“Zhang Hu, when you retrieved this man from the auction, did Feng City’s people say anything?”
“Miss, they warned that this man possesses great martial skill and should not be unchained lightly—otherwise, the consequences would be unpredictable.”
Yu Luo fell silent.
“Hah! So Feng City was honest about something for once. But if he’s so dangerous, why did they put him up for auction?”
She suddenly had a realization.
Her gaze shifted to the sleeping man on the bed.
Back at the auction, she hadn’t seen his face clearly.
Now, she took a closer look—he was about thirty years old, with strong, dignified features.
His bushy eyebrows and sharp expression carried an air of heroic righteousness, though his current state was disheveled and tattered.
Despite his ragged clothing, the fabric was of the finest silk, hinting at his noble origins.
Even in unconsciousness, his unmistakable aura of power radiated from him.
“It seems… this man is an enemy of Feng City.”
Yu Luo muttered, her expression turning grim.
Zhang Hu’s eyes widened slightly at her words.
“No wonder his auction price was so low… Was this Feng City’s way of humiliating him?”
Yu Luo nodded. “It’s even possible that the mystic iron sword they auctioned off belonged to him.”
Zhang Hu’s eyes narrowed in shock.
“Miss, that actually makes sense. A man with such martial prowess would naturally have a sword to match. The more I look at him, the more convinced I am that the sword was his. But what I don’t understand is—if Feng City captured him and had a vendetta against him, why didn’t they just kill him? Why auction him off instead? Wouldn’t that create the risk of him seeking revenge? Even if they wanted to humiliate him, leaving such a threat alive seems foolish.”
“Because he has lost his mind.”
Yu Luo sighed, her brows furrowing deeper.
“He suffered qi deviation, lost his sanity, and no longer remembers his enemies. Perhaps he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.”
Sometimes, killing someone wasn’t the best form of revenge.
“Feng City must have thought that breaking his dignity was a far crueler punishment. If he was once an esteemed figure, then losing his pride would be worse than losing his life. Since he had already suffered a qi deviation, they likely assumed he was a lost cause, unworthy of an honorable death.”
Yu Luo fell into deep thought.
Her system had made her bring home a ticking time bomb.
If this man recovered, and Feng City found out, would they come after her as well?
The more she thought about it, the more alarmed she became.
At the very least, she felt relieved that she had made Zhang Hu conceal their tracks when leaving the city.
