Chapter 116 Your sword is mine. At this distance, it's the Great Luo...
At such a distance, even a celestial being couldn't save them.
Those on the Zhan Yan Platform stared in disbelief, some turning away or closing their eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer. Seeing that Zhao Xiong Ying was beyond saving, Luo Dushou turned back and glared angrily at the slowly approaching Wu Chen, "Witch God Servant, what exactly do you want to do?"
Wu Chen, tall and imposing, walked with remarkable ease, even holding a cup of spiritual tea in his hand. He smiled upon hearing this, "I never take the initiative to do anything. What I do always depends on what others want to do to me." He slightly raised his chin, gentle and composed, "You see."
Luo Dushou turned around in astonishment, only to see that the flying sword that had landed between Zhao Xiong Ying's eyebrows did not pierce into Zhao Xiong Ying's mind as everyone had expected. Instead, just before it touched Zhao Xiong Ying, it shattered into a cloud of silvery white, like a firework blooming above Zhao Xiong Ying's head.
Zhao Xiong Ying, standing below, was instantly covered in dust. Incredulously, he reached up and touched his forehead, which was completely unharmed, except that when he wiped away the silver dust, it left three white marks on his forehead, making him look very much like some kind of wild beast in the mountains.
Lu Qing suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter carefree and genuine, revealing a childlike innocence that left the onlookers speechless. After she had finished laughing, she turned to Luo Du'an and said, "You're right. Since we've been friends for ages, we should all be careful with our words and actions, lest we ruin our harmony."
He spoke in a childish, adult-like tone, which was surprisingly endearing.
The elders of the shrine had recovered their senses and burst into laughter. "Madam Wu is right."
Wu Chen walked to her side and handed her the cup of tea. "White yew tea can relieve headaches."
Lu Qing took the drink and downed it in one gulp. "You guys continue. I'm still a bit groggy. I'm going back to catch up on my sleep."
Wu Chen nodded and readily took her cup. Some of the elders, who were afraid of their wives, felt that they had vaguely seen this manner somewhere before.
Lu Qing took a few steps back, then turned back to Zhao Xiong Ying and said, "Your knife is mine now. It's broken, which is good; it'll fill two gaps."
"Don't you dare try to take it away secretly, or I might just come knocking on your door demanding a knife."
The little girl looked very serious, with a stubborn and uncompromising attitude.
Elder Yu found her quite amusing, so he coaxed her like a child, "Madam Wu, don't worry, the friends of Zhan Yantai are all respectable people, they wouldn't sneak around taking things."
Lu Qing smiled at him, then walked away with his hands behind his back.
Elder Yu looked at Luo Dushou with a triumphant air, "Hall Master Luo, let's go inside and talk things over."
Luo Dushou regretted not being the one to fight earlier; he'd been humiliated by a mere girl, and now he had no right to speak. In the cultivation world, strength always comes first. Reasoning is only possible between equally matched opponents. Now, he'd been thoroughly beaten, his sword even broken, and he was only spared by mercy. What was the point of reasoning with him?
Luo Dushou and the others swallowed their anger and followed Elder Yu into the hall. Zhao Xiong Ying, however, felt too ashamed to stay any longer, so he threw down his broken sword and turned to leave.
After the fight, Lu Qing felt all the pent-up anger in her stomach disappear, and she finally got a good night's sleep. When she woke up again, it was already the next day.
Wu Chen sat indoors, handling some matters of the temple, his pen moving swiftly.
Lu Qing lay on the blanket looking at him, "Where are the people from the Flame-Slaying Platform?"
Wu Chen chuckled, "You embarrassed me, so I hastily left after saying a few polite words."
Lu Qing chuckled, "Why is everyone in the cultivation world like this? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, it's really boring." She lay there in a daze for a while, then asked, "When is your succession ceremony?"
Wu Chen knew she was eager to investigate the whereabouts of the Spirit Fruits, and though he was reluctant, he could not keep her any longer. "My perfunctory ceremony is not important. I have already arranged for several reliable disciples to set off first, including Qi Fu for Fuxian Lake. If you wish to leave, I will have Qi Ying accompany you immediately."
Lu Qing thought for a moment, then said, "Then I'm leaving."
Wu Chen knew her heart had long since flown to Fuxian Lake, but hearing her so unreserved, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh. If it were any other woman, she would surely "share the glory" with her husband, but only she knew what was important and what was urgent, and was not bound by saving face.
"Wait a moment." Wu Chen stood up and opened a box.
Curious, Lu Qing got up and walked over, only to see a person stacked inside the box. Startled, Lu Qing flinched. "What is this?"
Wu Chen smiled, “There is an elder in the Divine Palace who is proficient in mechanical arts. This is his masterpiece, called Attendant. Except for not being able to speak, its movements are no different from those of a real person.”
"Is this a puppet?" Lu Qing's eyes widened. The puppet's face looked exactly like a real person's. She reached out and poked it; it was soft underneath, unlike a real person's.
Wu Chen pressed the mechanism, and the wooden puppet clucked and stood up from the box.
Wu Chen said, "Since we can't get rid of that black-haired girl, why not put her into this puppet and let her travel with you? Perhaps she will have a chance."
Lu Qing looked at the puppet, which was about the same height as herself, and was somewhat dissatisfied.
Wu Chen couldn't help but smile, "You're still young, you'll continue to grow taller."
Lu Qing made a face. She took out the spirit pouch and shook it over the puppet's head. The tuft of black hair disappeared inside. The puppet's eyes rolled, it twisted its neck and waist, and began to complain, "Why did you give me a body like this? Couldn't you have given me a living one?"
As soon as Lu Qing heard her speak, he wanted to hit her. He reached out and grabbed her ear, but then he realized that she was a puppet and shouldn't feel anything.
But then, the black-haired girl suddenly cried out in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, let go, let go! Huh? What's going on?"
Lu Qing also looked at Wu Chen with a puzzled expression.
Wu Chen laughed, "This is not just a puppet, but also a magical artifact that can imprison souls. It has many wonders. For example, you can now feel pain that you couldn't feel before. Now that you're inside this puppet's body, unless you destroy the puppet, it will be difficult for you to leave. However, if this puppet is destroyed, it's hard to say whether you'll still be there."
Black Hair gritted her teeth in anger; this smiling tiger was truly wicked. Just as she was about to say something more, Wu Chen suddenly pressed down on her neck, and Black Hair's vision went black this time; she fell into a deep sleep.
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Author's Note: I've been looking at home renovations these past few days, and after seeing the appliance brands the architect recommended, I suddenly feel a bit out of touch. Dishwashers actually exist! Does that mean my housekeeper will be out of a job? Any ladies out there who have dishwashers installed, could you tell me about this thing that takes two hours to wash a batch—is it actually practical? Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2020-10-05 18:38:01 and 2020-10-06 19:20:09!
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