Chapter 368: Taking over Xisha City

Watching Liang Yu approach, Mo Yuan weakly called out ‘My Lord’ to Liang Yu, then fainted.

Liang Yu scratched his head, looking at the scene. A leading captain walked towards Liang Yu; he had heard Mo Yuan’s cry of ‘My Lord’ just now and didn’t know how to proceed, so he could only look at Liang Yu.

Liang Yu’s gaze was sharp as he looked at the approaching man, his expression calm and steady.

After a brief thought, he quickly provided a method for settling everyone.

His words were concise and powerful, well-organized, and every word exuded an undeniable decisiveness.

After speaking, he slightly raised his chin, signaling for the others to carry the injured and unconscious Mo Yuan inside.

Several people quickly stepped forward, carefully lifting Mo Yuan. Their movements were gentle yet efficient, as if fearing that a single misstep would worsen his injuries.

Mo Yuan’s face was as pale as paper, his eyes tightly closed, lifeless. Blood still subtly seeped from his wounds, gathering and dripping from his blood-stained clothes.

Liang Yu watched Mo Yuan being carried away, pondering what to do next.

He knew Mo Yuan’s injuries were severe, practically indistinguishable from a dead man. He could pull him back from the brink of death, but what then, after saving him?

Mo Yuan couldn’t possibly obey him forever. If he needed to control him, he would have to employ some methods.

The Young City Lord, trapped on the rooftop, was finally rescued. The moment he landed, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground, but the urgency in his eyes remained undiminished.

Without bothering to brush off the dust from his clothes or even catch his breath, he hurried directly to the room, his anxious back as if a beast were chasing him.

Liang Yu silently followed behind the Young City Lord, watching his panicked steps, calculating the success rate of the matter.

The Young City Lord rushed into the room and saw Mo Yuan lying on the bed, severely injured and unconscious. His heart instantly clenched.

He quickly walked to the bedside, gently held Mo Yuan’s bloodless hand, and his voice trembled: “Father…”

At this moment, Liang Yu also entered the room, looked at the scene before him, and slowly began to speak.

“Young City Lord, City Lord Mo Yuan’s injuries are severe now. If we delay any longer, I fear his life will be in danger.”

“You have two choices: one is to submit to me, and I have a way to save him, to pull him out of danger; the second is to wait for death, which also includes you.”

The Young City Lord understood Liang Yu’s meaning: submit or die.

However, he was in no mood to deal with Liang Yu at the moment and shouted at the servants.

“Go to the study and retrieve the treasured千年人参 (Thousand-Year Ginseng) for my father to consume.”

Liang Yu’s eyes widened at this moment. What did he hear?

There was actually such a thousand-year-old treasure in the Underground World! Giving it to Mo Yuan would be a waste. Liang Yu was already prepared to seize it by force.

Not long after, a servant carefully carried the box containing the Thousand-Year Ginseng and rushed over.

This ginseng was extremely old, its fibrous roots long and luxuriant, emitting a strange luster. One look was enough to know it was priceless, with the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

Liang Yu’s eyes instantly widened. At this moment, his eyes were full of greed; it would be false to say he wasn’t tempted by such a good item.

As the servant passed by him, Liang Yu reached out and grabbed the box from the servant’s hand.

The servant was terrified, desperately trying to protect the ginseng, but Liang Yu was incredibly strong and fast. In an instant, the servant’s hand was empty, and the box had fallen into Liang Yu’s hand.

Liang Yu opened the box and directly touched it. From the analysis provided by his glasses, he learned that this was a ginseng over 1,300 years old. Liang Yu immediately closed the box and tucked it into his black robe, but in reality, he threw it directly into his backpack.

At the same time, the Young City Lord’s expression was grave.

He knew the importance of this ginseng; this one ginseng concerned his father’s life. He immediately intended to take the ginseng back by force.

However, a single sentence from Liang Yu made him stop his actions and put down his weapon.

“You can’t defeat me, so you won’t be able to take it back. If you submit, both you and your father will live. Otherwise, I don’t mind going on a killing spree.”

The Young City Lord struggled fiercely internally, his palms already covered in sweat.

Listening to Liang Yu’s tone, the lives of both him and his father, as well as everyone in the entire City Lord’s Mansion, depended on his decision.

A moment later, the Young City Lord took a deep breath, seemingly having made his decision. Then Liang Yu saw him slowly kneel down.

“As long as you can save my father, my City Lord’s Mansion is willing to submit to you.”

Liang Yu nodded with satisfaction at this answer. He originally didn’t want to cause a major disturbance, and this outcome was the best possible.

Otherwise, if he really cleared out this group of people, it would take time to fill the void, and the newcomers would also be unfamiliar with many things.

At this moment, Liang Yu walked to Mo Yuan’s bedside, pulled out a bottle of spray from his person, opened Mo Yuan’s mouth, and directly sprayed half a can. Then he roughly flipped him over and used a little less than half a bottle on the wounds on his back.

At this point, Mo Yuan’s injuries were basically treated. Mo Yuan’s complexion gradually became rosy, and his breathing also stabilized considerably.

Seeing that the situation was stable, Liang Yu walked out, telling the other party to watch his father, and said,

“If you want him to wake up, you can directly splash cold water on his face.”

After following Liang Yu’s instructions, the unconscious Mo Yuan on the bed slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the scene before him, he was about to ask a question when the Young City Lord quickly leaned forward and explained everything.

After listening, Mo Yuan gave his son a deep look, and ultimately acquiesced to his son’s decision.

After all, he was someone who had died once, and he had come to terms with many things.

In less than three minutes, Liang Yu walked in again, and behind him were three more people: Number Four, Number Five, and Number Six Mario.

Now Liang Yu intended for Numbers Four, Five, and Six Mario to be responsible for overseeing the entire city, though Mo Yuan would remain the City Lord on the surface.

Liang Yu brought Mario to Mo Yuan, briefly introduced Mario to her, and then explained his idea.

Mo Yuan was a bit bewildered when he heard that he was still the City Lord and could continue doing what he usually did. He looked at his son, then suddenly reached out and slapped him.

The crisp sound of the slap and the Young City Lord’s wail echoed in the room. After confirming he wasn’t dreaming, he ignored the Young City Lord’s resentful gaze and instead asked Liang Yu,

“My Lord, what exactly do you gain by doing this?”

Liang Yu revealed his big white teeth and smiled at Mo Yuan.

“You don’t think that’s all, do you?”

“These three will be here to supervise you. Normally, whatever you do is fine, as long as you don’t betray me, I won’t interfere with you.”

“But, if there’s a time I need to use you, and you refuse, I trust you understand what the consequences will be.”

Then Liang Yu took out a few capsules. Mo Yuan and his son had never seen such things and were a bit confused about what these small pellets were for.

Until Liang Yu threw the capsules out right in front of him.