Chapter 16 – Plans Manifest(?) (II)

Chapter 16

Plans Manifest(?) (II)

Precisely four servants brought a cartload (or three) of stuff up the mountain as early as the crack of dawn.

It was… beautiful indeed.

But there was a problem. A big, big problem.

“This is all?” I asked.

“Hm? Yes, this is all. We have delivered–“

“Hey.”

“What?” Wow. Wow, wow, wow. This kid was barely in the third stage of Qi Condensation, and look at how he’s behaving!

“… do you want me to cripple you?”

“H-huh?”

“You have precisely two hours to bring the rest of the stuff,” though I am not a violent man; sometimes you just have to put down your foot. I think so, I guess. “If you don’t, I’ll cripple all four of you and have you tossed out of the Sect.”

“W-what do you mean, Elder?” The leading man, a sallow-faced ‘youth’, seemed to cringe and stutter for a moment before recollecting. “This is everything we’ve been given.” Ah. These shitheads. Trying to pass it off, huh?

“Do you think I care?” Two can play that game, you dullards. “This is what I was promised,” I handed them a note. “If I don’t have it within two hours, your journey to whatever dreams you have ends today. Now, I can afford to not have the rest of the promised stuff,” Not really. “But can you afford to stop here?”

Here’s the thing–though Lu Qi was an absolute waste of a person… he was actually quite a coward. He only lorded over people he knew had no particular backing. So, a lot of the disciples of other Elders didn’t give him any face because he never dared to do anything, fearing other Elders might challenge him to a duel.

Thus, my current little outburst must have come as a major shocker for them. But I still don’t care. No! I can’t afford to care! Do you know how bad this is?!

They’ve only brought five mid-quality spirit stones, a hundred low-quality ones, and practically half the promised plaster, lumber, and rice! It’s one thing to tax the delivery by taking a few stones, but Jesus Christ, dude, this is worse than wartime taxation!

Not that I would know what wartime taxation felt like; the closest I ever got to such conflict was looking at it through the screen.

Khm.

Anyway, under my heavy, unblinking eyes, the four disciples scurried away. Truth be told, I don’t know whether it was they who took it or some other middleman. It was entirely possible that they did take just a few stones, and some other jackass, well, jacked the delivery and took the rest. But what of it? Even if it was someone else, I’ll raise enough hell until Elder Qin steps forward and sees what was done.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

As someone who’d sooner die than stand on the side of injustice, he’ll ensure I get my stuff.