Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1254: The Fall of Lal Hiran

Chapter 1254: The Fall of Lal Hiran

With a loud "bang," Lal Hiran’s body was sent flying and embedded into the wall, leaving only broken stones falling to the ground.

Kenny Lin walked up to him. "So? Surprised? Caught off guard? Happy?"

Lal Hiran coughed up mouthfuls of fresh blood as if it cost nothing.

Soham, witnessing this scene, felt his initial panic replaced by calm.

He even breathed a sigh of relief, feeling immensely fortunate that when he had "taken the demon hostage," he hadn’t actually dared to act.

Otherwise, the one embedded in the wall right now would have been him.

Perhaps the whole act earlier had been a test, and if he had made a move, his fate would have been sealed.

"Enough playing around," Amalia said as she approached, having already subdued the young man.

Soham glanced at the young man lying on the ground, unsure whether he was dead or alive.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately moved to tie the young man up while keeping a close watch on him.

Amalia who is noticing his actions, turned to look at him briefly.

"Why? What grudge do you have against me?" Lal Hiran asked unwillingly.

Even now, he had no idea what these two people wanted.

"None," Amalia replied kindly. "We came for him. You tried to kill us, so we had no choice but to fight back."

Lal Hiran coughed up even more blood.

He never expected such an answer. "If we have no grudges..."

"That’s not entirely true," Kenny Lin interrupted him. "Your brother-in-law set his sights on us, he sent us here, and even planned to attack us. So don’t blame us—blame him instead."

Lal Hiran’s internal injuries worsened instantly.

It felt as if all the blood in his body had been spat out, flowing down the wall and pooling on the floor.

At that moment, Soham suddenly stepped forward.

Before Lal Hiran could react, a blade pierced his heart.

Lal Hiran’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at him, one of his hand was gripping tightly on Soham’s wrist.

A ruthless glint flashed across Soham’s face. "I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be your dog anymore—someone you can summon and dismiss at will, insult and abuse whenever you like. You called me a trusted subordinate, but you never truly trusted me. If I don’t seize this opportunity now, I’d be a fool."

"You..." Lal Hiran’s face was filled with rage and unwillingness.

Soham didn’t stop.

He stabbed his heart several more times, making sure to end him completely.

Although Lal Hiran was a cultivator with decent strength, once his weak spot was repeatedly pierced, not even the gods could save him.

Finally, he fell silent.

Soham took a deep breath.

Lal Hiran was finally dead.

Suppressing his excitement and relief, he immediately turned around, dropped to one knee, and pledged his loyalty to Amalia and Kenny Lin. "Honored Immortal, I, Soham, am willing to serve you as your blade."

"You just killed your own boss, and now you want to serve us? What if one day you turn on us the same way?" Kenny Lin asked calmly.

He and Amalia had already sensed Soham’s intentions before he even acted.

Soham was mentally prepared for this question. "Although Lal Hiran was our leader, the head of the Neon Azure Syndicate, he never treated us well. I betrayed him because of his oppression. Of course, I also have ambitions. I refuse to be mediocre. Since I’ve chosen this path, I won’t waste my life as a mere foot soldier. You two are incredibly powerful—no matter how hard I try, I could never catch up to you, not even in a thousand years. Please give me a chance, and I won’t let you down."

"You’re wrong," Kenny Lin said, making Soham’s heart tighten.

"It’s not a thousand years. No matter how many lifetimes you live, you will never catch up to us."

Soham exhaled sharply. "If Mr. Immortal says so, then even with infinite reincarnations, I will never surpass you."

"I like smart people," Kenny Lin said. "Stand by for orders."

Soham was overjoyed. "Thank you, Mr. immortal!"

"Don’t thank us too soon. If you can’t get things done properly for us, your position as the leader of Neon Azure Syndicate will still be taken away. I’m sure there are plenty of others who are eager to take your place."

Kenny Lin didn’t care who held the position, but they did need capable subordinates in the Crimson Moon Dynasty.

"I understand. Please rest assured, Mr. Immortal. However..." Soham hesitated.

"You want us to help you deal with the troubles of the Neon Azure Syndicate, don’t you?"

Soham turned toward Amalia, who had spoken.

He hadn’t expected hrr to be so sharp, so he simply admitted it. "Yes. Now that Lal Hiran is dead, the other underground forces will soon find out about it. In the underground city, strength is everything. Those people are like gluttonous beasts—no amount of power or wealth will ever satisfy them. Without a powerful figure to guard Neon Azure Syndicate, they won’t let this opportunity slip by. It won’t be long before they carve up our territory."

"You’re quite the schemer—trying to use us to eliminate your enemies for you." Kenny Lin sneered, making Soham’s heart clench.

He feared he had angered them.

But then he heard, "But I like smart people who know how to scheme. I don’t have the patience to cultivate idiots."

Soham was overjoyed.

Especially when he heard the word "cultivate"—he nearly wanted to kneel down in gratitude.

In the world of cultivation, finding a teacher was incredibly difficult.

Most hoarded their knowledge, unwilling to share even with their own disciples.

Of course, he didn’t expect them to teach him everything.

But just being by their side, serving them, and picking up whatever knowledge they let slip—he knew that alone would benefit him immensely.

Soham was no gambler; otherwise, he wouldn’t have endured under Lal Hiran for so many years.

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