Chapter 451 - 125: Professional Scammer

War God Skill is War God Skill, whatever!

"My lord!"

When Ye Liuyun arrived, he immediately noticed that Si Nan clearly hadn’t slept all night—he still looked a bit tired.

At the same time—

Si Nan also took out a small booklet and handed it to Ye Liuyun, saying—

"My lord, these are some Demon Skill leads I found while reading through the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s files last night. All of these can rapidly improve your cultivation strength in a short amount of time!"

The booklet contained the names of quite a few cultivation techniques, along with their descriptions.

All of them, without exception, were Demon Skills with the ability to quickly boost cultivation but came with massive side effects.

Just skimming the booklet, you could tell—

Si Nan had definitely put a lot of effort into compiling it.

Ye Liuyun flipped through it for a while before finally closing it and saying to Si Nan—

"That’s thoughtful!"

"It’s nothing, my lord! All for you, not a big deal!"

Si Nan shook his head indifferently.

After all, he was a Martial Artist—just missing one night’s sleep wasn’t going to do much to him.

Besides, Si Nan knew perfectly well that everything he had now was because of Ye Liuyun; without Ye Liuyun, he’d probably still be some bottom-of-the-barrel Small Banner in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the type anyone could order around.

But now—

No matter where he went, people would call him Lord Thousand Households Si.

That was something Si Nan had never even dared to dream about before.

"My lord, did you see anything you like?"

"Nice work, but someone already recommended me a technique last night."

Even though he already had a cultivation technique, Ye Liuyun didn’t want to brush off Si Nan’s effort.

"With your insight, my lord, I’m sure what you have must be way more suitable than these!"

"Alright, save the bootlicking for later!"

Ye Liuyun waved his hand with a laugh.

This Si Nan seemed to have gotten used to flattering people—couldn’t help squeezing a compliment into everything he said.

"Hehe!"

Hearing Ye Liuyun say that, Si Nan scratched his head awkwardly.

When Ye Liuyun passed him that so-called ’War God Skill’, Si Nan took it but still looked a little suspicious.

"War God Skill? Damn, what a badass name!"

"..."

Badass?

Am I the only one who thinks this name is kinda stupid?

Whatever! Ye Liuyun didn’t bother to argue, and just said—

"It’s fake! Just a random name. Next, you only need to come up with a way to legitimately get this technique into the hands of Yun Hu and Guan Bao, those two brothers."

"Don’t worry, my lord!"

Hearing Ye Liuyun say that, Si Nan carefully tucked the technique into his chest.

Then, full of confidence, he said—

"Leave it to me, my lord! You don’t need to worry!"

It’s just a scam, after all.

When it comes to dirty tricks, Si Nan was a pro—he’d always been quick-witted, so Ye Liuyun naturally wasn’t worried.

"After this is done, I’ll reserve you a few days at the Imperial Music Bureau, let you rest up!"

Sure enough—

As soon as Ye Liuyun said that, Si Nan’s eyes brightened up a lot.

He replied even more seriously—

"Don’t worry, my lord! If I can’t handle this, I’ll bring you my head!"

As expected—

The only thing that can get Si Nan this motivated is the brothel, right?

...

They had the technique now.

But obviously, there’s no way they could just go straight up to Yun Hu and Guan Bao, hand it over, and be like, ’This is a great thing—you should cultivate it.’

Those two aren’t stupid, after all.

If you did that, it’d be obvious the technique is fishy—if they still went to cultivate it, then they’d really be brainless.

So—

How to get this cultivation technique in front of Yun Hu and Guan Bao in a reasonable way—that’s another problem.

"Sigh!"

Two days later!

Over on Yun Hu and Guan Bao’s side—

Even though He Long was gone, under the command of Lord Ninth Thousand, Wei Hongfang, Yun Hu and Guan Bao were the biggest shots left.

But the two of them felt their current days weren’t as glorious as when He Long was around.

Nothing they could do about it.

They’d always followed the Lord Ninth Thousand. If Wei Hongfang was doing well, they’d benefit, but if he was out of favor, they’d be out too.

As soon as Lord Ninth Thousand’s power faded, they stopped getting any perks, either.

They’d thought that breaking through to Innate would earn them some reward from Wei Hongfang—in the end?

Not only did they get nothing, they got cussed out instead.

"Innate is nothing! What’s there to be proud of? Still want favors? Come back when you’re a Grandmaster if you want rewards from me!"

As luck would have it, Ye Liuyun just happened to be there, and they got scolded by him too.

They were already pissed off, and Yun Hu and Guan Bao just happened to walk right into it, giving Wei Hongfang someone to vent his anger on.

So—

The two brothers had come looking for perks cheerful as could be, but in the end, they left with nothing but a boatload of curses.

The more they thought about it, the more depressed they got.

"Damn it, if I could reach Grandmaster, would I still be working for him as his foster son?"

Guan Bao, the more hot-tempered of the two, couldn’t hold back and snapped right out loud.

’Wait until you’ve broken through to Grandmaster, then I’ll give you a reward’, he says.

That’s total bullshit!

If they ever reached Grandmaster, they could be honored guests anywhere—why still bother being his adopted sons?

Who the hell would willingly take a eunuch as their foster father, anyway?

It just goes to show that both Yun Hu and Guan Bao are obsessed with power. That’s the only reason they acknowledged Lord Ninth Thousand as their foster father in the first place—just hoping to climb the ladder faster with his connections.

If they ever got the chance to rise above Wei Hongfang, the two of them definitely wouldn’t hesitate—they’d stomp on him without a second thought!

This so-called foster father—

Was nothing but a stepping stone.

"Third Brother, you’d better keep your mouth shut. We’re not in the mansion, but you never know who’s listening—if this gets out, we’re screwed!"

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