Volume One, Chapter Fourteen: Miss, You Smell So Sweet

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As Liu Yiyun sneered, a group of people entered the temple.

At the head was a middle-aged man with a saber at his waist. His resolute, heroic face made it clear at a glance that he was a skilled fighter.

Behind him followed a hunched old man, who was presumably the one who had spoken earlier.

Bringing up the rear were more than a dozen guards, surrounding a young woman as though protecting her safety.

The girl wore a white veil over her face, obscuring her features. She was probably extraordinarily beautiful.

As for her clothes, they were even more worthy of mention: a thin robe clung to her curvaceous figure, revealing just enough to stir the imagination.

Oh, and she was barefoot.

“Pfft! Pfft!”

Liu Yiyun could hardly keep from laughing aloud.

Who dressed so seductively in the middle of the night, then walked barefoot through the mountains? She might as well have carved the words “I am a monster” onto her forehead.

Still, he could not help taking a few more looks at her. The feeling he got from demons and spirits was different from that inspired by the women of pleasure houses.

It was difficult to describe. In any case, it felt wonderful!

The middle-aged man noticed Liu Yiyun’s strange gaze and frowned.

“Boy, this place is rather cramped. I’ll give you ten taels of silver. How about you give this spot to us?”

Oh? He was really getting into character.

Liu Yiyun remained perfectly calm, his gaze still wandering over the young woman.

“No. If you think there isn’t enough room, your young mistress can sit on me.”

Heh heh heh. This was rather exciting. He just wondered what kind of demon she was.

Everyone: “...”

The middle-aged man’s face darkened at once. He drew the long saber from his waist.

“Boy, you’re courting death!”

“Oh? Then go ahead and kill me,” Liu Yiyun replied lazily.

Just as the middle-aged man raised his saber, the young mistress in the thin robe spoke.

“Uncle Ji, since they arrived first, how could we drive them away? Let us all squeeze in together.”

She cast Liu Yiyun a meaningful glance before leading the others to an empty space nearby.

Liu Yiyun propped up his chin and fell into thought.

Something was not right. Could this demon also be playing the good cop and bad cop routine? And why was she making so much conversation? Shouldn’t she have simply pounced on him and taken a bite?

Yet, when he looked more carefully at the young woman’s highly improper attire, he became certain she was a female demon. Only a female demon would dress so provocatively.

Hmm... He would stay still and wait to see what tricks they intended to pull.

Not long afterward, Liu Yiyun, half asleep and half awake, suddenly caught a fragrant aroma.

Turning around, he saw the middle-aged man and his companions leisurely roasting meat, as though they were out on a picnic.

Noticing his gaze, the young mistress smiled faintly.

“Sir, meeting one another is surely fate. If you do not mind, you are welcome to come over and have something to eat with us.”

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“I’m not hungry.”

After taking one look, he turned around and went straight back to sleep.

As if! Who knew whether this female demon was roasting ordinary meat?

In his previous life, he had seen plenty of scenes like this in movies. The meat being roasted was either maggots or carrion.

Ugh. Disgusting.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder boomed across the sky.

Outside, a series of chaotic footsteps rang out, especially jarring against the sound of the rain.

“Oh, great. The Brocade-Clad Guards are on a mission.”

Liu Yiyun immediately sat up.

The middle-aged man’s expression changed the instant he heard those words.

“You stay here and protect the young mistress. I’ll go take a look.”

He drew his saber and rushed outside.

Liu Yiyun stared after him in surprise.

What was going on? Were these two groups of demons not working together?

Bang!

A few breaths later, a strange sound came from outside the temple.

Then came the slap-slap of approaching footsteps.

When the noise drew near, Liu Yiyun looked over and saw dozens of women dressed exactly like the young mistress.

They were all barefoot as well. At a glance, there was nothing but delicate feet everywhere.

Liu Yiyun was completely dumbfounded.

What was this, some kind of army of clones? His mind was about to stop functioning.

The women stared in unison at the young mistress, completely ignoring Liu Yiyun’s existence.

Apparently their leader spoke.

“Lin Yusheng, surrender at once.”

The scene shifted back to the young mistress.

The woman called Lin Yusheng wore a calm expression, while the old man and the remaining guards were so terrified that they kept edging toward the corner.

Yet the rise and fall of Lin Yusheng’s chest revealed that her emotions were far from as tranquil as she appeared.

After a long while, Lin Yusheng finally spoke, though she did not immediately answer the leader’s command.

“What have you done to Uncle Ji?”

The leader let out a mocking laugh.

“Him? He was nothing more than an ordinary martial artist. I merely moved a finger, and he exploded right in front of me with a bang.”

Liu Yiyun: “...”

He had thought the middle-aged man was at least somewhat capable. He had never expected him to be killed in an instant.

However, when Lin Yusheng heard the leader’s words, her brows drew tightly together and her eyes went blank. Her fingers curled slightly, sometimes clenching into fists before slowly relaxing again.

Uncle Ji and the guards had been hired with her money. Although they had known one another for only a few days, seeing him die because of her inevitably filled her with overwhelming grief.

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“You... you...”

Lin Yusheng felt her mind go completely blank, and her body began to weaken.

Fortunately, Liu Yiyun was quick-eyed and swift-handed. He rushed over and caught her soft body in his arms. If he had been even a moment slower, she would have regained her balance on her own.

The intimate contact with Liu Yiyun brought a flush to Lin Yusheng’s face. She hurriedly struggled free of his embrace.

“Sir, please show some restraint.”

Heh. Liu Yiyun was not concerned with such things. A whole group of demons was putting on an act in front of him.

Ridiculous!

He would show them what a true Hollywood actor looked like!

Liu Yiyun raised his right hand and gently stroked Lin Yusheng’s hair, even leaning closer to take a sniff.

“Miss, you smell wonderful. What a charming little demon you are.”

Smack!

Lin Yusheng slapped him hard across the face.

“You... you shameless wretch! I was completely mistaken about you. You are no different from those people of the Hehuan Sect!”

Hmm? Something was wrong. Why had being slapped by a demon not increased his cultivation? And why did it actually hurt a little?

“System bro, what’s going on? Is there a bug?”

[Being attacked by another person does not increase your cultivation.]

What?

She was human?

“Damn it! I thought she was a female ghost!”

This was a disaster. He had humiliated himself beyond recovery.

“Miss, you smell wonderful.” “What a charming little demon.”

Liu Yiyun felt so mortified that his toes could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment.

However, in the eyes of the people opposite them, the exchange between Liu Yiyun and Lin Yusheng meant something entirely different.

The leader wore a dark expression as he mockingly remarked, “Lin Yusheng, you certainly have a big heart. You are on the verge of death, yet you still have time to flirt. Is this man your lover? Could it be that you cut off the Young Sect Master’s manhood for his sake?”

“Ah?”

Liu Yiyun had already been bewildered, but now he was even more confused. His mind had turned to paste.

One moment they were talking about the Hehuan Sect, and the next about cutting off someone’s manhood. What in the world was going on?

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