He had begged along the streets as a child, suffering much hardship, and as he grew up, he became even more extreme and especially violent. He always dressed as a beggar, yet would not allow anyone to look down on him; if anyone so much as showed the slightest hint of contempt, he would stop at nothing to destroy that person’s entire family. Hill Road was like a local tyrant in the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains, and among the hundreds of Miao villages there, except for the few dozen protected by the Gu Immortal Lady and the Black Sand Boy, no one dared defy Hill Road. Naturally, George Young was allowed to be as brutal as he pleased.

In the Miao villages of the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains, he had a notorious reputation, and no one knew how many Miao girls he had ruined or how many Miao people he had killed. If not for his master Jack Ford restraining George Young and forbidding him from leaving Hill Road’s territory, the number of his victims would likely be ten times greater.

Chapter Three: Dragon-Bearded Tiger (Part Two)

This time, the The Thompson Heir issued an edict to the world, summoning those of great magical power to extend the life of this centenarian emperor by another cycle. Originally, Jack Ford did not want George Young to come, but George Young, having been stifled in the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains for too long, sneaked out on his own and even brought along the wolf spirit he had subdued, Charles Walker, just to enjoy the bustling world of the Central Plains.

Relying on his formidable magic and ruthless, venomous heart, he suffered no losses on his journey from Miao territory to the Central Plains. After two days of magical duels on the reed mats, George Young saw that these people’s powers were mediocre; whenever he stepped up, he could kill with a single move, and so he looked down on the people of the Central Plains even more.

Therefore, when Emily Foster and Brian Carter killed Charles Walker, he became so furious. In truth, George Young did not care much about the life or death of Charles Walker; he was simply enraged that someone dared to humiliate him.

He waited a long time, but Brian Carter did not appear. George Young was not as patient as he seemed; he considered whether to hang Emily Foster outside the tower to see if that would lure Brian Carter out. But he worried that the origins of that young man were unknown, and if he was timid, such vicious tactics might scare him off even more, making it even harder to vent his anger.

George Young never even considered that the Great Roc Mingwang Tower was the residence of a minister in this dynasty, and that his rampage might have unforeseen consequences. George Young simply thought his magic was extraordinary; as long as he showed off a little, wouldn’t the emperor treat him like a retired sovereign? When he was in a good mood, he could grant the emperor a few doses of Hill Road’s life-extending elixirs, and then everything would be his for the taking. As for a mere minister, George Young didn’t even know what that official position was, and saw no difference between the Yan family and the Miao villages in the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains.

Since Brian Carter refused to come, George Young thought to himself, “These wealthy households are indeed different from our Miao villages—the houses are so spacious, with carved beams and painted rafters, and they’re incredibly beautiful. The women of the Central Plains are even more gentle and graceful. Since that young man won’t come, I’ll just find a few pretty women in this grand house to amuse myself and vent my anger. My disciple got into trouble in their home, so these punishments should be counted against this family.”

George Young had lived in Miao territory in the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains since childhood, where the Miao people were simple and honest. So, although he was fierce, he was not very cunning. He casually stuck a banner he had crafted himself into the ground to firmly protect Emily Foster, then with a flick of his hand, unleashed six black rope-like magical treasures, ambushing himself atop the tower, and swaggered down from the Great Roc Mingwang Tower.

Originally, this Cien Tower was built in a separate courtyard and rarely visited, but when George Young swaggered out so brazenly, he naturally drew a great deal of attention. The William Harris family had strict rules and never allowed idle people to wander about. Seeing such a fierce beggar, with a red-scaled serpent coiled around his waist, strutting about the residence, the servants all cried out, and in no time, forty or fifty people had surrounded George Young tightly.

A burly man who looked like a family guard shouted, “Hey, beggar! Do you know where you are, barging in like this? Where did you sneak in from? Get down and confess, and I’ll report to Mr. Harris—you’ll just get a beating and won’t be sent to the authorities.”

George Young let out a cold chuckle, raised his hand, and the guards immediately smelled a sweet fragrance. In an instant, they all collapsed to the ground, fast asleep. This was a bewitching spell George Young had cultivated using the venom and saliva of dozens of the most poisonous snakes and insects from the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains. Ordinary people only needed to inhale a trace to collapse on the spot, and within a short time, they would dissolve into black water—truly the most sinister of poisons.

When Jack Ford taught him this spell, he repeatedly warned George Young not to use it lightly. The spell was so vicious that even Jack Ford himself, after mastering it, had never used it once. But George Young would not heed his master’s words. In the Ten-Thousand Great Mountains, he still felt some fear in front of his master, but in the prosperous Central Plains, he had used this spell countless times, with at least a hundred lives to his name.

“You Han Chinese weaklings are so feeble. Your grandpa George Young doesn’t even need to lift a finger—just wait here for death.”

So ferocious was George Young that Brian Carter, who had been hiding in the shadows, felt his heart skip a beat. He had tried several times to drop a stone trough and smash George Young’s head to pieces, breaking his bones, but never found the right opportunity. Now, seeing George Young heading straight for the Yan family’s inner quarters and ascending a delicate embroidery tower, Brian Carter thought to himself, “Who knows what evil this wicked beggar is up to now? I must stop him.”