Chapter 12 The Old Monster's Little Monster (1/2)



Long Aotian, covered in wounds from repeated beatings, barely managed to support himself, a helpless bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His cultivation had regressed once again...

They are no match for Fu Hongming now.

Is this really the end? Are we just going to let that madman attack our master?

A sense of helplessness and frustration welled up inside him, and just as he was about to lower his head, a hand appeared on his shoulder: "Fourth Senior Brother, I'll deal with Eldest Senior Brother. You go cool off somewhere else, I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you."

Long Aotian: "..."

"No... Sixth Brother, I know my lines are really cool, anyone would want to use them. But a newbie like you is no match for the boss..."

Wait, he seems to see a burning rage in her eyes?

Long Aotian: ? ? ?

Before they could offer any more advice, Fu Hongming's broadsword came crashing down on them, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

You have to understand that Fu Hongming is a madman and a violent swordsman; how could this delicate little girl in front of you possibly beat him?

This idea only existed in Long Aotian's mind for a moment.

Tian Ning kicked him away, and Long Aotian heard a 'crack' sound. Oh... so it was his bone... broken?

"Damn it! Are you trying to kill me?!"

That kick was even more vicious than Fu Hongming's!

Long Aotian wanted to say that she was ruthless at such a young age and actually wanted to harm her fellow disciples, but then he saw the situation on the battlefield turn around, and the little girl with thin arms and legs gave the arrogant Fu Hongming a big slap in the face!

Long Aotian: "..."

If you look too closely, it must be because he's opening his eyes wrong!

'Bang! Bang! Bang!' The junior sister hit the senior brother's head three more times.

Fourth Senior Brother was certain that this world was surreal... He was probably driven mad by Fu Hongming.

Fu Hongming was stunned for a long time after being hit.

"You!" He turned his head back, half-hidden, his handsome brows furrowing with intense anger. "Junior Sister, for the sake of not losing my temper yet, you'd better get out of my sight immediately. Otherwise, Senior Brother can't guarantee what outrageous things he might do..."

As if to verify his words, Fu Hongming stroked the broadsword with his fingertips, the warning in his words self-evident.

Tian Ning remained completely calm. While grabbing her senior brother's hand that was holding the knife, she touched the tip of the sword. It seemed like she didn't use much force at all, yet her senior brother's knife broke in two.

Tianning: "Senior Brother, you do it."

Fu Hongming: "..."

What kind of violent loli is this? His sword is at least a mid-grade magic weapon!

"Senior Brother, hurry up, we'll settle the score once we're done," Tianning urged. "You burned the rare book I finally managed to buy! I won't be at peace until I beat you up a couple of times to vent my anger."

That's a rare, discontinued item!

"What a piece of junk, just burn it and it's gone." Fu Hongming was unimpressed, unaware of the impending danger.

"You little brat, what can you do to a Nascent Soul stage cultivator like me?"

It's not that Fu Hongming is arrogant; he is one of the best among the younger generation of talents. What can she do to him?

His response was an irresistible barrage of punches... each one landing squarely on his skin, causing excruciating pain.

The situation on the ground has taken a dramatic turn!

Long Aotian watched as Fu Hongming, who had been chasing him like a freak just moments before, suddenly transformed into a weak and helpless little pitiful creature, desperately fleeing in all directions, just to dodge his junior sister's seemingly light punch.

"..."

Is this really the madman who kills without blinking an eye when he goes berserk?

He looks so pitiful...

Tianning made a throat-slitting gesture: "Senior Brother, if you dare to set fire to my courtyard again, I won't hesitate to send you to Master's side."

You know, she has a lot of storybooks in her room, and we can't let this person go crazy and burn them all.

Fu Hongming, lying on the ground half-dead: "..."

Where did this monster come from?

Wasn't it said that the Wen family brought back bloodlines from the mortal realm?

This girl doesn't seem like someone raised in a place like the mortal realm where spiritual energy is scarce... He'd believe it if you told him she was some old monster's little monster!

The next day.

When Fu Hongming opened his eyes again, he scratched his head, wondering how he ended up in his junior sister's courtyard.

"Junior Sister! I didn't hurt you last night, did I..." Fu Hongming asked with concern, thinking of his own illness.

But every movement he made was painful, as if he had been beaten up and his bones were about to break!

He was startled. Could he have done something heinous while unconscious? Had the matter become so serious that the elders had intervened personally?!

Tianning was digging. She put the last bit of ashes from last night into the pit she had dug and buried it. She also put up a wooden sign, her tone sorrowful:

"Senior Brother, let's pay our respects to it."

Fu Hongming: "!!!"

He... killed someone!

Tianning ignored him, reminiscing about her beautiful past with it: "It's my favorite sadomasochistic story."

“Every year I take it out and look at it again. We only spent a short time together, just three years. I thought we would have a future, ten years, twenty years... But just last night, we were separated forever by death…”

Fu Hongming was at a loss: "Junior Sister, what... is in the tomb?"

Tianning: "My storybook."

Fu Hongming: "..."

Tian Ning emphasized: "A rare, out-of-print copy!"

Fu Hongming: "..."

Is she... sick?

Fu Hongming wanted to say that, but he, who also had problems, seemed unqualified to say such a thing.

For the first time, he paid his respects at the grave of a storybook writer in such a speechless manner. The scene was even more absurd than when he interacted with his fourth junior brother, third junior sister, and their group. There was nothing he could do about it; he had indeed burned his junior sister's storybook and was in the wrong.

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