67: Chapter 67 Moving into the Ninth Captain's Residence!

Qin Feng looked down at Lin Yuxi, who was kneeling at his feet, and a satisfied arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

He slowly bent down, slid his hands under Lin Yuxi's thin armpits, and with a slight exertion, lifted her from the cold bluestone floor like a ragdoll.

"Isn't this better?"

Qin Feng's voice was deep and magnetic; he reached out to wrap his arm around Lin Yuxi's slender, willow-like waist.

Then, Qin Feng lowered his head, his gaze burning as he stared at her slightly trembling red lips, making a move to kiss her.

Feeling the intense masculine aura rushing toward her, Lin Yuxi's delicate body stiffened abruptly, and an instinctive sense of humiliation made her turn her head away...

"If you change your mind now, I'll leave immediately. However... do you truly have the heart to let Captain Luo Kun die with his eyes unclosed?"

Upon hearing the words "Captain Luo Kun die with his eyes unclosed," Lin Yuxi's tense body instantly felt as if all its strength had been drained, and she went completely limp.

"No... I won't pull away anymore..."

Two lines of clear tears slid desperately down the corners of her eyes as Lin Yuxi slowly closed her eyes.

The next day, early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the perennial haze of the Servant District and shone into the spacious courtyard of the Ninth Squad.

"Creak—" The main hall door was pushed open from the inside.

At this moment, Qin Feng was already fully dressed, his black guard uniform spotless.

He stretched, listening to the roaring sound of his Qi and blood surging like a great river within his body, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

In the shadows behind him, Lin Yuxi, dressed in plain, gray linen clothes, carried a basin of murky, bloody water, her head bowed as she followed step by step.

Her steps were incredibly unsteady, her legs trembling slightly, and within her expression, once sorrowful and ashen, there was now an indescribable sense of complexity.

"Captain Qin, the brothers outside are all waiting. Regarding Captain Luo Kun's... that thing..."

Two guards waiting outside the courtyard poked their heads in. When they saw Lin Yuxi following behind Qin Feng, their eyes flickered involuntarily, and they quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look any further.

Qin Feng glanced at the thin-walled coffin resting in the center of the courtyard.

On the edge of the coffin lid, those few clear scratch marks appeared exceptionally glaring in the morning light.

"Pass the order down to carry it out and bury it."

Qin Feng's tone was flat, as if he were merely disposing of some insignificant trash, and he added, "Pick a sunny spot; consider it my final respects to the former captain."

"Yes! This subordinate will handle it immediately!"

The two guards felt as if they had been granted amnesty; they hurriedly called a few others, and in a flurry of activity, lifted the coffin and rushed out of the courtyard.

Watching the coffin being carried out of the courtyard gate, Lin Yuxi's thin body swayed uncontrollably, her knuckles white from gripping the water basin too tightly.

But she bit her lip hard, forcing herself not to cry out.

"What are you still standing there for? Go clean up the main hall."

Qin Feng didn't pay much attention to her reaction; he merely gave an indifferent command and strode out of the courtyard.

Today was a big day.

Since he had taken over the Ninth Squad, he naturally had to bring his own people over.

In less than half an hour, a massive moving procession arrived at the Ninth Squad captain's residence.

"Wow! Master, this courtyard is truly magnificent!"

Wu Mengmeng was carrying a bundle. As soon as she entered the door, her eyes lit up, and she looked around the spacious courtyard excitedly, "Bluestone paved floors, carved doors and windows—it's more than a hundred times better than our courtyard in the Ding District!"

"Yeah, yeah, not only is it spacious, but I just checked, and even the kitchen is bigger than the room we used to live in!"

Bai Yuhe was also full of joy, and when her gaze landed on the swing in the courtyard, her cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly.

Su Yourong and Yu Jingxiang appeared much more composed, but they couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes.

Su Yourong held a small booklet in her hand, planning how to arrange their new home; meanwhile, Yu Jingxiang, as a Mortal Rank 6 Martial Artist, scanned the courtyard's defensive blind spots with a sharp gaze, dutifully fulfilling her duty as a guard.

Walking at the very back, Su Aili, dressed in a light, thin pink dress, had nothing in her hands and was wrapped around Qin Feng's arm like a water snake, with half her body almost hanging off him.

"Master is truly amazing; in just a few days, you've moved into such a large residence."

Su Aili said coquettishly, her eyes and brows full of undisguised seduction and flattery, and whispered, "This servant was truly blind before. From now on, I will stay by Master's side and be the most loyal little puppy..."

"You brat, you're becoming more and more shameless..."

Qin Feng patted the back of Su Aili's hand and pulled his arm away. "Su Yourong, you are responsible for arranging their living quarters. The main room is mine; you all can choose the rest. You will be in charge of the courtyard's daily affairs from now on; the rules remain the same."

"Don't worry, Master, this servant will ensure the household is managed in perfect order!" Su Yourong was flattered and hurriedly curtsied.

Just as the women were excitedly assigning rooms, a figure in plain clothes carrying a wooden basin walked out from the side room.

It was Lin Yuxi, who had just finished cleaning the mourning hall.

Upon seeing the group of beauties that had suddenly appeared in the courtyard, Lin Yuxi was visibly stunned.

And those women also noticed the woman in plain clothes, whose appearance and temperament far surpassed their own.

Especially Yu Jingxiang, as a woman's intuition is always the sharpest.

She could see at a glance the lingering passion and humiliation between Lin Yuxi's brows, and instantly guessed what had happened last night.

"Oh, is this the legendary, high-and-mighty Sister-in-law Lin?"

Yu Jingxiang walked over, swaying her snake-like waist, looked Lin Yuxi up and down, and a mocking smile curled at the corners of her mouth. "Captain Luo has only just died, and Sister-in-law is already changing into new clothes, ready to work in our new courtyard?"

That was how the Servant District was; stepping on the high and flattering the low was the norm.

The former Lin Yuxi was the high-and-mighty captain's wife; low-level Menial Laborers like them didn't even have the qualifications to glance at her.

But now, she had become a servant like them, perhaps even lower in status.

That's right; even servants had to distinguish between seniority and who could please the master.

"You..." Lin Yuxi's face went pale, and her chest heaved violently.

But thinking of her current situation, she swallowed her burning rage, silently lowered her head, bypassed Yu Jingxiang, and walked toward the kitchen.

Qin Feng saw this, but he had no intention of stopping it, because he understood better than anyone that competition created pressure. As the leader of the group, if his subordinates competed, he was the beneficiary.

Why not let it happen?!

At noon, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Lin Yuxi was, after all, a capable woman; no matter how desolate her mood was, she quickly prepared a table full of sumptuous food and wine.

Braised beast meat and steamed spirit fish filled the eight-immortal table in the main hall.

Qin Feng sat in the main seat, and Su Yourong and the others sensibly served the dishes on the side.

Lin Yuxi stood silently to the side, holding a pot of warm Huadiao wine, looking with complex eyes at the man before her who held her fate in his hands.

"Pour the wine." Qin Feng didn't look up; he simply pushed the wine cup in front of him forward.

Lin Yuxi gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and tilted the wine pot slightly.

The amber liquid swirled in the cup, splashing a few droplets of wine.

Just as the cup was about to be filled, Lin Yuxi suddenly lowered her voice, using a hoarse tone that only the two of them could hear, and said almost pleadingly: "Qin Feng... don't forget what you promised me."

For this promise, she had not only surrendered her body but had also trampled her last shred of dignity underfoot.

Qin Feng picked up the wine cup, sniffed the aroma lightly at the tip of his nose, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Rest assured."

He put down the wine cup, took a white towel from the side to wipe his mouth, his tone calm and without a ripple, "When I, Qin Feng, give my word, it is always as heavy as a mountain. After I finish eating, I will go to the Management Hall."

"I will make you follow me willingly!"

Hearing this answer, Lin Yuxi's tense nerves relaxed just a little, but the hand holding the wine pot was still trembling slightly.