Chapter 861 Favorable Timing, Location, and Human Harmony
The name Song Che sounds familiar.
This reminded Song Chunxue of the time she followed Master Han in the west, traveling through several cities to kill evil cultivators.
Today I finally met the leader of the mice.
Song Chunxue turned around and saw He Xiu being gently touched, then collapsing to the side like a puddle of mud.
The shop assistant was already feeling miserable. During the Lunar New Year, while everyone else was enjoying a good time behind closed doors, he, a bachelor who only had one person to feed and no family to worry about, was still working like a slave for others. When he saw someone faint in the shop, he was so frightened that he crawled under the table.
"Clang!"
Soon, the guy also fell to the ground.
Song Che turned around and closed the door from the inside.
For some reason, Song Chunxue was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she was somewhat excited.
An inexplicable excitement.
But she soon found out why; Wuyou was even more excited than she was.
"Oh my god, this is incredible! Look what a piece of meat has been delivered to my door today! Hahaha, it's like finding a needle in a haystack! I'm in for a treat today! Slurp~"
"..." Song Chunxue looked at Wuyou, who floated in front of Song Che, feeling both embarrassed and curious.
This sword must have been buried in the ground for too many years and gone mad.
Surprisingly, Song Che seemed to have heard Wuyou's words as well.
He stared at Wuyou as if she were some talking monster.
He stared intently at the Worry-Free Sword, then turned to look at Song Chunxue and spoke with some uncertainty.
"Could the sword that just spoke be this one?"
Um?
Song Chunxue thought to herself, "It seems there aren't many swords that are speaking."
After all, he's a heretical cultivator; what kind of ghosts, demons, and things like being blinded by evil spirits haven't he seen? This is nothing new.
"Yes, it's this sword that's speaking. You came all this way to see me? What brings you here?"
Song Chunxue crossed her arms over her chest. Since the sword was already assembled, it wouldn't hurt for her to assemble it a couple of times, right?
Anyway, either he'll be killed by this evil cultivator, or he'll be cut up by Wuyou. There are only two possible outcomes, so cherish both.
However, this evil cultivator was... better looking than I had imagined, but his eyes and facial features looked rather sinister.
It's a pity that his beautiful peach blossom eyes became eerie because of his wicked smile.
If she were in their village, there would be plenty of girls eager to chat with her.
"Could you please put your sword away?"
Song Che raised his hand and waved it twice but didn't touch Wuyou. His eyes immediately turned sharp, and his aura was as cold as an ice cellar, as if he wanted to stare a hole through her.
Song Chunxue felt no fear; in fact, she felt sorry for the other person.
"Sorry, no."
At first glance, Song Che looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, young, handsome, tall and heroic. But upon closer inspection, his eyes were not pure, the veins on his temples were very prominent, and even his brow bone was sharper than that of an ordinary person.
He seemed excessively thin; his slender fingers looked like skin and bones, lacking any aesthetic appeal.
Only elderly people have these characteristics, but he, as a wicked cultivator who sucks blood and eats souls and is capable of all sorts of heinous acts, couldn't even cover them up.
Perhaps Song Che is already reaping the consequences of his actions.
"May I ask, how old are you this year?"
While Song Che was confronting Wuyou Sword, Song Chunxue asked this question without thinking.
“I know, he’s at least 170 years old this year, and, well, it seems he has three children, but…” Wuyou Piao clicked her tongue in front of Song Che, “It must have been something I owed him in my past life to become his children. They’re all so pitiful, what a tragedy.”
Wuyou's few words enraged Song Che, and the red bone whip in his hand coiled around him as nimbly as a snake's tongue.
Wuyou disgustedly dodged it, "Don't touch me with your damn thing, you bastard. You're a thing that won't have an anus in your next life. You dare to use a spine extracted from a living person as a weapon. You're either brainless or your brain is full of shit."
"..." Song Chunxue rubbed her forehead, wondering if the sword was stained with someone's blood, and why it spoke so crudely, feeling increasingly embarrassing.
Song Che's eyes turned bloodshot with rage. "Outrageous!"
At the same time, a long sword, entirely black and adorned with deep blue fluorescent stones, appeared in his hand, making Song Chunxue extremely envious.
"Heh heh, this sword is not bad. So you're not entirely useless after all. This sword suits my taste. Tell me, how many coins will you give me, and I'll consider giving you a whole corpse!"
Wuyou talked and dodged at the same time, making the furious Song Che run around in circles.
Song Che's killing moves were like ants throwing clods of dirt, and Wuyou's dodging movements were perfunctory and extremely mocking.
"Prepare to die!"
Unable to defeat the sword, Song Che immediately thrust his sword at Song Chunxue.
"clang!"
Wuyou suddenly blocked the black sword, "You worthless piece of trash, don't you know your own limitations!"
"Pfft~"
Song Che's shoulder was pierced through.
Song Chunxue was a little nervous, in case Song Che had another trick up his sleeve.
"stop!"
Just as Wuyou's sword tip was less than an inch from Song Che's eyes, Song Che cried out in terror, "You can't kill me, or your family will..."
"Pfft pfft~"
Wuyou poked two holes in his arm.
Song Chunxue clenched her fists. "You're quite capable, threatening me? Using my family as bargaining chips?"
She immediately took out her flying boat. "Let's go back and see. If even a single hair on my family is missing, I'll burn them to a crisp!"
"No, no, no!" Song Che clutched his wound and struggled to stop him, grimacing as he slid down the door. "I was just saying it casually. I didn't touch anyone, I really didn't."
Song Chunxue grabbed him by the shoulder, affixed an invisibility talisman, and flew directly into the sky above the capital. "I don't believe that a heretical cultivator like you can tell the truth!"
“Really not, we’re family after all,” Song Che hissed. “If you don’t believe me, ask Zhang Chengxuan. Send him a telepathic message from afar.”
Wuyou watched as Song Che took two punches and said slowly, "No, he didn't have time."
"..." Song Che cursed inwardly, why didn't you say so earlier? You made me take two more punches. This sword is really cheap.
Song Chunxue kicked him twice in anger, "If you dare to have such thoughts again, I'll turn you into a dead evil cultivator."
"I'm just wondering, how come no righteous person has come to deliver you from this wicked seed?" She hadn't thought about it before, but now the more she thought about it, the more something seemed off.
He hummed leisurely for a moment, "Of course it's because this person is both despicable and ruthless, with an extremely strong desire for revenge. No one dares to provoke him, for fear of bringing terrible karma upon themselves."
"Awooo!"
The next moment, Wuyou stabbed him twice in the knee.
"Of course, there is even worse news: this person is also doing the work for someone else, and the old poison master hidden behind him is really powerful. Currently, no old cultivator in the world can do anything to him."
Song Chunxue was shocked. "Then you still dare to provoke him? Are you afraid we'll live too long?"
They went back to the clothing shop and closed the door.
Song Che was thrown to the ground, where he lay groaning.
Wuyou's voice returned to normal, even vaguely reminiscent of Master Zhang from back then.
"One should not take risks in everything. One must remain calm and wait for the right opportunity. When the time is right, the place is right, and the people are right, one can strike decisively. Otherwise, one may not only fail to accomplish the task but also get oneself into trouble, which is not worth it."
Suddenly, Wuyou switched to Huoxiang's tone, grinning mischievously, "Master Song, how about we recruit him and make him a big shot in the cultivation world?"
PS: Today, cough, I got into a fight and went on strike, so only one update today.
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