Unorthodox Faction Members
“Hey, move aside for me first, and then you can resume your argument.” The lissom maiden walked through Du Biying and Zhuang Yuanliang. She inadvertently looked up to see Mu Yu and Ku Mu. In a saccharine voice, she fawned, “Oh my, Uncle, you waited here for me?”
Du Biying paused his argument and queried, “Wanwan, you know those two?”
Wanwan gave Ku Mu a wink. “No, but I like this cute uncle.”
Ku Mu would’ve murdered her if he still had his cultivation. Nevertheless, he stopped himself and coldly inquired, “You’re Golden Boy, and you’re Jade Girl Wanwan?”
“Wanwan is so moved you recognise her,” Wanwan said with a pitiful act.
Golden Boy and Jade Girl were both as notorious as their name was. Ximen Buxing was Golden Boy, while Wanwan was Jade Girl.
Wanwan was known for her exclusive fondness for older men. Purportedly, she was rough in bed. Once men did it with her, they became her pets and were basically zombies because she drained all of their yang qi. Her notoriety surpassed Ximen Buxing’s. She didn’t kill indiscriminately, but none of her male victims had good endings.
“Oh, the unorthodox faction’s Wanwan, you can have Gramps.” Mu Yu laughed to himself. He didn’t mind her not liking him given her reputation. Despite the jesting, he still stood in front to protect Ku Mu. “We’re looking for Ximen Buxing. May I ask if he’s here?”
“Go find him, then. I’ll have a private chat with your uncle.”
Wanwan flaunted her lissom strut again over to Ku Mu. Sadly for her, he backed off. Ku Mu’s predicament was amusing, but Mu Yu knew where to draw the line. He extended an arm to stop Wanwan and declared, “Gramps is a loyal man. You won’t be able to make your way into his heart.”
“Really? That’s my favourite type. My best skill happens to be changing their minds, convincing them to devote themselves to me.”
“Ever heard of mind yourself?”
“The best way to test a man’s devotion is using my body, though.”
Wanwan suddenly started stripping. It didn’t take her long to reveal all her assets when she never wore much in the first place.
“My eyes!” Mu Yu cried. He pondered, are they just going to let her stand there naked?
Smoke figuratively coiled up from Ku Mu’s head.
“I love it when Wanwan publicly flirts.” Du Biying’s nose coursed down from his nose.
“I agree.” Zhuang Yuanlang’s nose was as honest as he was.
Ku Mu yanked Mu Yu back and, in a stifled voice, instructed, “Let’s go.”
It took a brief moment for Mu Yu to return to his senses. He turned his beet-red face away and began to walk, when Wanwan stopped them. “Where are you going?”
“Wanwan, what are you doing to our guests? He’s a pure young man as I am!” There he went again, scattering flower petals and walking along them. Ximen Buxing added, “He’s Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s disciple. That’s rude of you.”
Ximen Buxing chuckled as he fanned himself. Boy, was Mu Yu glad to see him for once,
Wait, what’s with this tense atmosphere, Mu Yu wondered.
Wanwan picked up her clothing to dress herself. Her attention turned to Mu Yu. She scanned him and questioned, “You’re Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s disciple?”
The bearded man sat up and folded his arms. The sleeping youth wiped his drool and watched Mu Yu. Everyone else also trained their gazes on Mu Yu.
“I want his right thumb!” declared Du Biying.
“I’ll take his right middle finger,” declared Zhuang Yuanlang, extending and flexing his own right middle finger.
“His pinky finger is quite alluring. I’ll take that,” asserted the sewing woman, pointing to Mu Yu’s left hand.
“I’ll take everything else,” the bearded man declared in a husky voice.
“Leave me something!” Wanwan grinned.
“Me, too! Me, too!” The kids in the garden clapped.
What did I do to them? … Oh, I remember now. Ximen Buxing mentioned he was told to take the fingers Sword Shadow Dust Gale’s disciple if he ever met him. Come on, man, did I really just waltz into the tiger’s den?
“Since you all want his fingers, can I take his toes? Does that count?” The bleary youth inquired.
Ximen Buxing was all smiles. “We all swore to chop your fingers off before killing you.”
Ximen Buxing might not have upheld his word, but that wasn’t necessarily true for the others.
Mu Yu decided to release his suppressed cultivation. “You all want my fingers so badly?”
The bearded man and knitting woman were more advanced cultivators than Mu Yu. Ximen Buxing wouldn’t waste his time. Wanwan was unlikely to let Ku Mu go.
“Not interested.” The bearded man sprawled out on his back and closed his eyes.
“I’m keen, but I need to finish this flower first,” Auntie Xie lazily expressed.
“I want to fight,” enthused Du Biying. “I don’t think I can beat him, though. Zhuang Yuanlang, you want to give me a hand?”
“I’m cultured. I don’t join such cruel conduct with people…. I prefer to enact it alone.”
“That’s the same thing!” exclaimed Du Biying.
The youth on the tree was already asleep again.
Wanwan: “Zhuang Yuanlang, are you going to challenge him?”
“I’m just curious how dangerous Celestial Swords Nine Summons is.”
“Great, break a leg. I’ll cheer you on from the sideline. Just spare me a finger so that I can cash it for the bounty. I need money to gamble,” Du Biying stated, still naked.
Wanwan: “Word out there is Mu Yu left Pill Cauldron Sect with Ku Mu. You must be Eternally Youthful Ku Mu. I always admired you – so lucky.”
Ku Mu shot Wanwan a hostile glare.
I’ve beaten a Body Severing Realm Ninth Layer rhinoceros fiend before. I can take him, Mu Yu inwardly told himself.
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