Chapter 487: Boxes and Glass Toys

The flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard, whose leaves were originally verdant green, now appeared crystal clear, as if enveloped by a transparent shell of ice; the stone slabs on the ground were also covered with a thick layer of white frost, emitting crisp sounds when walked upon.

Not only that, but even the white jade pillar on Liang Yu’s body was not spared.

The white jade pillar was already as white as snow, and now it was frozen completely transparent, its surface covered with a thin layer of ice, making it look like an exquisite ice sculpture.

However, to everyone’s surprise, Liang Yu himself seemed completely unaffected by the cold.

He stood in place, gripping the Wangshu Sword tightly in his hand, his expression unchanged, and even his breathing showed no alteration.

The biting cold raged around him, yet it could not invade his body in the slightest.

He raised the Wangshu Sword and slashed down at the white jade pillar again.

The Wangshu Sword, with its fierce momentum, struck the white jade pillar hard; however, this time, it did not have the significant effect Liang Yu had anticipated.

The ice layer on the white jade pillar only trembled slightly, and only a tiny crack appeared.

A crack also appeared on the main body of the white jade pillar.

As he withdrew the Wangshu Sword, Liang Yu glanced at the blade; there were no nicks on it, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

If even Wangshu couldn’t do it, then he would have to try combining with his armor and taking out the Emperor’s Battle Halberd.

Fortunately, Wangshu could at least cut through this white jade pillar.

Staring at the crack on the white jade pillar, Liang Yu swung Wangshu again and slashed at it; unlike the previous time, with the crack, a part of this white jade pillar was directly cut off by Wangshu.

Looking at the small piece of white jade pillar that he had finally managed to cut off with great difficulty, Liang Yu picked it up somewhat impatiently.

He held the white jade block, which was larger than his face, in one hand and looked up, finding no clues or hints.

Liang Yu, somewhat disappointed, casually tossed it, and the translucent white jade block fell to the ground, creating a pit in the courtyard floor.

After discarding that white jade block, Liang Yu’s hands did not stop; he continued to dismantle the remaining white jade pillar.

Liang Yu was drenched in sweat, his hands already numb from the recoil, but he paid no attention to it, his eyes fixed intently on the remaining part of the white jade pillar, his gaze firm and persistent.

He gasped for breath, adjusted his breathing slightly, and then exerted force again, his hands gripping a protrusion like pincers, and he yanked hard.

With a “crack,” another large piece of white jade detached from the pillar, falling to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of fine dust.

As the dust gradually dispersed, Liang Yu was pleasantly surprised to find that something seemed to be hidden inside the white jade pillar.

Ignoring his fatigue, he accelerated the dismantling, and pieces of broken jade were quickly cleared to the side.

Finally, a very simple small box appeared before his eyes.

Upon seeing this simple small box, even Liang Yu’s heart suddenly quickened.

After another strenuous half hour, he finally cleared away the white jade blocks surrounding the small box.

He carefully held the small box in his hands, examining it closely.

The box’s appearance was unremarkable, its surface engraved with some simple patterns, like ancient symbols.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the box; a soft light emanated from within.

Inside the box lay a rhombic crystal, with a faint, strange light flickering within, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing particularly special about it.

It was just that Liang Yu always felt this rhombic crystal greatly resembled the glass toys from his childhood home, the kind sold for fifty cents each.

He was a bit confused. Was Bai Hong so frantic just for this one crystal?

Or was it that there were thirty-six white jade pillars, and each white jade pillar contained a box, and each box contained such a crystal?

Liang Yu was not entirely sure; he had only dismantled one white jade pillar, and the others had not yet been disassembled.

Knowing this kind of thing was actually very simple: just keep dismantling, it would only take some time.

After playing with the crystal for a bit, Liang Yu casually threw it back into the box and then put it directly into his backpack.

It was better to be careful with this thing; who knew if it would attract something strange again.

Although it looked ordinary, if someone was willing to die for it, then there must be something to it.

After putting the item into his backpack, Liang Yu looked at the remaining half of the white jade pillar and fell into contemplation.

If he dismantled the remaining half, it would waste a lot of time; if he didn’t, it would be a big deal, what if there were other important things sealed inside?

Liang Yu’s gaze was firm as he stared intently at the remaining half of the white jade pillar; once he made his decision, there was no hesitation in his heart.

He rolled up his sleeves, gripped the Wangshu Sword with both hands again, and forcefully slashed down at the white jade pillar; with a “creak,” slight cracks appeared in the patterns on the white jade pillar.

He gritted his teeth and intensified his movements; with “crack, crack” sounds, the cracks gradually spread.

Meanwhile, in the City Lord’s Mansion dungeon, Steward Fei, whom Liang Yu had forgotten, was currently a guest there.

Shackled and in chains, Steward Fei was now in the guise of a prisoner; he hung his head low, his disheveled hair covering half his face, his former shrewd and capable demeanor long gone, replaced by a look of despair and death.

Speaking of which, he had to blame Liang Yu, that scoundrel; if it weren’t for him, Steward Fei wouldn’t have ended up like this.

This whole matter started last night.

Last night, after Liang Yu left, he left Steward Fei alone around the Cultivation Field at home.

At first, it was fine; he managed to evade the soldiers’ patrols a few times with his skills.

He was caught in the morning.

During another change of the guard, Steward Fei’s stomach unsuitably growled with hunger.

This attracted the soldiers’ attention, so Steward Fei, with a flash of inspiration, could only sacrifice his reputation; he dropped his pants and squatted down.

When the patrolling soldiers found him, he was performing an indescribable act.

Because it was a special period, even if Steward Fei hadn’t done anything, appearing near the Cultivation Field at that time was already inexplicable, so there was only one outcome: imprisonment.

The only thing worth celebrating was that no one discovered he was Man Tu (Human Butcher).

After an unknown amount of time, someone finally came to see him.

Steward Fei was slightly surprised to see the visitor.

Accompanying the jailer to visit him was the Red-Clad young lady whom Liang Yu had met before.

Steward Fei, at this moment, did not forget his manners; he respectfully saluted and called out to her.

“Third Young Lady!”

The Red-Clad young lady gave some silver to the jailer, who then discreetly left, giving them some private space.

The Red-Clad young lady did not waste words and spoke to Steward Fei.

“Uncle Fei, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here for a while longer. Father is already negotiating with the City Lord.”

“It’s just…”