NOVEL NEXT Chapter 737
West’s Chu Kuang
Cities were under orders to strengthen their defence systems against elemental demon infiltrations, while cultivators were instructed to seek assistance to exterminate elemental demons if they encountered them whilst travelling alone. From the general information gathered, it was evident that the elemental demons’ skirmishes weren’t coordinated, implying they didn’t have a unified leader.
“Qiao Xue, where did you obtain your Water Spirit from?” questioned Mu Yu, suspecting Qiao Xue had also interacted with elemental demons since he obtained his Wood Spirit directly from one.
“Grandpa Green Dragon gave it to me. I never asked him how he got his hands on it.”
“Probably stole it from water demons if you ask me. I mean, he’s tough enough to.”
“Haha.”
“Have you ever felt as though Water Spirit is short of something?”
“Yes… With that said, I can’t put my finger on what that specifically is nor have I researched any deeper.”
“That’s the same case for Wood Spirit. It wasn’t complete without the bloodlust energy,” Mu Yu explained in a deep voice.
Softly, Qiao Xue conveyed, “I never killed humans. I’ve only killed fiend beasts that couldn’t be tamed. I don’t like to kill people. I’m thankful I’ve never had to kill anyone.”Mu Yu took the hand of the princess who was sheltered enough to not have to dirty her hands. “Leave the killing to Water Spirit and me.”
Qiao Xue bobbed her head.
As the two checked their belongings to depart, the inn fell into silence to welcome a Body Severing Realm elder following a Body Synthesis Realm cultivator in his twenties as the latter’s attendant.
“Speak of the devil.”
“Chu Kuang may be gifted, but he’s contemptible. Who makes their teacher work as their servant?”
“I heard he was approachable until his gifts revealed his character. Everyone at his sect has to bow to him. I can’t stand his egotistical face.”
“I want two rooms,” Chu Kuang demanded.
“Right away, Patriarch,” responded Daoist Xi Xian, hurrying over to the counter.
Chu Kuang brazenly gawked at Qiao Xue as he walked over. He remarked to himself, “You’re my cup of tea.”
When Daoist Xi Xian came back around and noticed the two were only Primordial Infant Realm cultivators, he shook his head in pity, apologetic for what was to come. “Patriarch, this way please.”
Chu Kuang snubbed Daoist Xi Xian, strutting over to sit at Mu Yu’s table. “This one is Chu Kuang. May he have your name, Miss?”
“Excuse me, my patriarch insists on sitting here. Would you two be able to choose another table? I shall put your bill on my tab,” Daoist Xi Xian requested, trying to save the duo from the tyrant.
“Oi, you old fart, did I give you permission to speak up?”
Chu Kuang detonated a qi bomb on Daoist Xi Xian, sending him into a wall, literally.
“Don’t worry about the old man, Miss. How about moon gazing with this one, Miss?”
“Let’s go,” verbalised Qiao Xue, preferring not to get involved.
Mu Yu silently got up, only for Chu Kuang to stop them.
“Miss, where are you going?”
“Poor couple. I hope someone buries him alive. Why didn’t he just die in the desert at Clearwater City?” a customer inwardly berated.
Daoist Xi Xian crawled out of the rubble and wiped his blood.
“How about him for your first?” Mu Yu asked Qiao Xue.
Qiao Xue gave a hesitant nod.
“Hahaha, I’m your first man? You’re in luck. You’re not the first girl I’ve ploughed to heaven, though,” mocked Chu Kuang.
“Patriarch, we came here to challenge Brilliant Swordsman. We should avoid further fights and let the two of them go,” pleaded Doaist Xi Xian.
“One more word from you, and you’re finished.”
“S-sorry, Patriarch.”
“Go kneel in the corner, old bugger.”
The customers shook their head in frustration as they watched Daoist Xi Xian go and kneel with his eyes on the ground. However, Mu Yu went and pulled Daoist Xi Xian to his feet.
“You should get out of here, young man,” advised Daoist Xi Xian, sneaking glances Chu Kuang’s way and trying to kneel but unable to due to Mu Yu stopping him.
Daoist Xi Xian was unable to comprehend how a Primordial Infant Realm cultivator could emit spiritual energy enough to stop him from budging.
Mu Yu questioned, “Do you really not care about making your shifu kneel?”
“You want to protect the old bugger?”
Mu Yu exhaled lightly through his nose as he subtly hiked up the corner of his lips. “I’m just someone passing by who can’t stand what he is seeing.”
“Tell him what happened to the last person who tried to protect you, old man.”
Daoist Xi Xian bit down on his bottom lip and, in a quavering voice, responded, “Patriarch is supreme. Those who oppose his orders must die.”
“Good that you remember. Why are you standing, though?!”
“I… I…”
“You need a hand?” Chu Kuang flashed behind Daoist Xi Xian and aimed a stomp at the latter’s knee, yet it smashed into the wall, while formation oscillations were visible on Daoist Xi Xian’s knee. “Not too shabby. Regardless, nobody has had the audacity to get in my way when I’m lecturing my servants.”
Chu Kuang reached his curled fingers for Daoist Xi Xian’s throat. Mu Yu brushed his sword across Chu Kuang’s hand and moved Daoist Xi Xian away.
“Who are you? I’ve never heard about you?” condescendingly asked Chu Kuang.
“Beasts in human skin are still beasts, huh?”
Chu Kuang’s smile flattened out as he inhaled deliberately and slowly through his nose.
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