Chu Buqu and His Disciples
“We not going to expose them?” Xiaoshuai asked.
“Why should we?”
“What did you mean by, ‘… check it out’? I thought we were going to screw them over.”
“There’s no need to. I merely find the three of them intriguing.”
Xiaoshuai finished the last meat bun on his skewer. “Could it be someone from our sect trying to besmirch our reputation?”
Mu Yu watched the trio dash into an alley once the crowd bought what they were after and dismissed themselves.
“We killed it today!” jubilantly exclaimed the baldy, who was waiting in the alley.
“Shifu, we sold seventy-nine items today. That means we made dozens of thousands today!” cheered the young man.
“Shifu, what happens if they find out we sold replicas?” grumbled the young girl.
“It’ll be too late for them to find us. Hand over the money.”
While the youth poured out the spirit stones, the elder cast an illusion formation over the alley, erasing their presence.
“Xiaoqing, you should stop worrying about that. With this many spirit stones, we’re set for a while, hehehe,” suggested the youth.
Xiaoqing pouted as she watched the elder gawk at the collection of spirit stones, disproving of their actions.
“We’re just going with the trend. Besides, the goods I created do work,” argued the elder.
“But the claims are just exaggerated lies now. At most, they can only protect the buyers from Golden Core Realm attacks, no?” impugned Xiaoqing.
“That means they’re still Black Level elemental demons. We market our products according to the elemental demons levels. Black Level elemental demons are the equivalent of Primordial Infant and Golden Core Realm. We never explicated which realm they correspond to. You can’t blame me when they’re presuming it’s the equivalent of Primordial Infant Realm just because I’m a Primordial Infant Realm cultivator, hehehe.”
Boom! A thunderbolt came out of nowhere, blowing up the walls on either side. The elder looked up to see an intimidating, dark sky.
“What’s going on?”
“Why is there so much water? Have water demons invaded?”
The panicking youth grabbed onto his shifu. The girl also ran to her shifu, the three resembling a trio stranded on a dangerous island. Mu Yu crossed the surging waves to confront the trio.
The elder knelt down and pulled his disciples in close. “Wh-who are you?”
“I’m a member of Formation Sect, yet I’ve never seen the three of you before.”
“See, Shifu? I told you not to lie,” reproved Xiaoqing, tugging her shifu’s beard.
“Y-you are from Formation Sect?”
“Damn straight. Who are you three?!” Xiaoshuai, sitting on a wave, interrogated.
“W-we did not mean to lie. We are only trying to make a living. With the world as it is now, we had no choice. As the big man, please let us off the hook. We promise there will not be a next time,” sobbed the elder, trying to squeeze out a tear.
The youth pleaded, “Sir, I have to save for my shifu’s funeral and to raise my junior sister. Life is hard, Sir. Please let us off the hook this time. We will never do it again.”
“I’m going to live a long life, you brat!” admonished the elder, knocking the youth on the head.
“What’s your name?” Xiaoshuai questioned.
“My name is Chu Xiaoqing. He is my senior brother, Chu Xiachi. This is my shifu, Daoist Chu Buqu.”
“Daoist Chu Buqu, as in stuck somewhere? Where are you stuck?” Xiaoshuai asked.
“Not that Chu Buqu, but as in ‘indomitable’,” clarified Daoist Chu Buqu.
“Your formation skills are decent. Where did you learn from?” Mu Yu queried.
“My ancestors taught me.”
“Shifu copied.”
“Shifu learnt from a book he stole.”
Chu Buqu clobbered his disciples. “Why are you telling the truth?”
Thinking he overanalysed the trio, Mu Yu said, “I’ll let it go, but watch yourselves. Formation Sect’s patriarch is arriving tomorrow. If he catches you…” Mu Yu whipped his hand, erasing the turbulent illusion he created. “Let’s go.”
“We’re leaving already?” griped Xiaoshuai.
“They’re just ordinary cultivators. I overestimated them,”
“Thank you. Thank you,” expressed Chu Buqu. “Xiaoqing, give him two black formation treasures as a thank you gift.”
“Shifu, are you trying to embarrass yourself?” whispered Chu Xiaoqing.
“Embarrass myself? Your shifu’s formations are formidable. Why do you think so many people were trying to buy them? This is called courtesy, understand?” preached Chu Buqu.
“You just conned them…” muttered Chu Xiaoqing, running over to Mu Yu. “Exc-excuse me, my shifu asks you to accept these as a thank you gift for sparing us.”
Mu Yu shook his head with a smile. “I don’t need them.”
“Wow!”
“What’s the matter?” Mu Yu queried.
“No, nothing. You must accept these, or my shifu will tell me off,” replied Chu Xiaoqing, face flush.
Mu Yu invested a brief moment to study Chu Xiaoqing’s reaction before accepting the gift and departing.
The mist in Chu Xiaoqing’s glimmering eyes vanished as a flash of blue light. She sat down beside Chu Buqu, who was ogling his spirit stones again, and tugged his beard. “I didn’t know True God’s disciple looked like that.”
“What were you expecting? What was that ‘ah’ about when I gave you a chance to see his true appearance?” uttered Chu Buqu.
“It was ‘wow’.”
“Same thing. Whatever. We need to count our spirit stones. Who gives a toss how he looks?”
“Shifu, True God’s disciple looks really cool when he smiles. Why does he have to hide his appearance behind an illusion formation when he’s so cool? It’s such a pity.”
“Junior Sister, I also look cool when I smile.”
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