Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Yi City

Mu Yu didn’t want to talk to Tian Ran about Lan Ling’er again after the latter sent him off the mountain with a front kick. Lan Ling’er didn’t kick hard, and Mu Yu didn’t suffer any lingering pain after the impact, but he was too embarrassed to face her again. Mu Yu didn’t blame Tian Ran for his failure. Instead, he cited his foolishness and lack of courage to just confess straight up as the root of his folly.

“Brother Mu Yu, don’t ignore me,” cried Tian Ran, adding the “brother” prefix the last few days.

“What? I can’t train with you pestering me,” Mu Yu grumbled.

“Shall we go to the city under Jiuhua Sect’s jurisdiction to dig up information on Ghost Gate?”

“A city? A place where there’s tasty food?” Xiaoshuai came out and asked.

“It’s not as if you can even eat,” Mu Yu teased.

Xiaoshuai bounced up and down. “Once I hatch, I’ll have my fill.”

Tian Ran took a liking to Xiaoshuai since meeting the egg that could talk. She cuddled him and said, “I’ll give you a tour, then.”

Xiaoshuai rubbed himself against Tian Ran’s chest. “Sister Tian Ran, your embrace is warm, gentle and comfortable.”

Mu Yu snatched shameless Xiaoshuai over and pitched him against a rock, dropping him into a shrub. After considering Tian Ran’s suggestion, Mu Yu was curious to see what shape the world of cultivation had taken and was keen on finding out more about Ghost Gate. He replied, “All right, let’s go check out Yi City.”

The duo dropped into a teahouse. They chose the specific teahouse since Tian Ran pointed out there were several impressive individuals. They couldn’t specify who said individuals were, unfortunately. Mu Yu let Xiaoshuai sleep in Tian Ran’s embrace under a piece of cloth so as to keep attention off them.

A virtually bald woman slowly made her way into the teahouse. Despite coughing with every step she took, having a hunched over posture and needing to support herself with a walking stick, her presence struck fear into those present. She was known as Granny Bishe, a reference to her green snake walking stick that had a red snake tongue on it. Word on the streets was that Granny Bishe could rival Daoist Qing Song back in the day and once refused to leave her mountain when he invited her.

She let the gossip in the teahouse fall on deaf ears as she made her way over to a table to sit.

The waiter at the teahouse was an ordinary human, so he felt on edge just serving so many cultivators.

Bang! An elder with red skin and white hair knocked on the ground with his red walking stick topped off with a dragon head. Upon entering, his warm aura, which contracted Granny Bishe’s and was more welcoming, erased Granny Bishe’s chilly aura. His name was Grandpa Chilong, a reference to his red dragon walking stick.

Grandpa Chilong and Granny Bishe were once considered the power couple of the world of cultivation. Alas, over a dozen years ago, they had a quarrel, leading to them feeling ready to take each other’s heads.

Granny Bishe picked up her teacup with her shaky hand. Half of her tea spilt, but the droplets floated in the air. When she saw Grandpa Chilong, she had the droplets turn and launched them at him. Grandpa Chilong vaporised the droplets before they could hit him.

“Old Woman, is that how you greet me after being separated for more than a decade?”

“You don’t appear to have much longer!” Granny Bishe blustered, in a voice akin to a high-pitched screech.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be needing a casket before you do,” indifferently responded Grandpa Chilong, looking completely contrary to his statement.

Nobody understood what point the former couple was making.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)