Chapter 10: Why

Chapter 10: Why

Xuan Yin's lifted and rounded butt was unexpectedly hit by Lu Xun, catching her off guard. It almost felt like her soul was about to be knocked away. The cold and beautiful face of Xuan Yin instantly flushed with a strange redness. Slowly, that redness spread toward her neck. Having lived for nearly four hundred years, this was the first time someone had sneakily attacked her butt.

I'm going to kill him! I'll tear him into pieces! I'll...

A sense of shame surged from her heart, like a tumultuous wave crashing against her core. Xuan Yin's agitation caused her to make several mistakes while controlling the flying sword, which started swaying.

"Ouch! Wife, stabilize yourself!" Lu Xun, pale with fear, tightly held onto her leg and said, "Falling from this height will kill us!"

Hearing Lu Xun's endless chatter, Xuan Yin slowly regained her senses. She suppressed her inner anger and confusion, making a concerted effort to control the flying sword. Soon, with her regaining balance, the feeling of turbulence ceased, and Lu Xun's heart, which was hanging in the air, finally settled down.

"That scared me."

"Your skills are lacking, Wife. Work harder next time; we almost lost our lives," Lu Xun complained to the cold and aloof demoness.

Xuan Yin didn't respond to his complaints. She focused on controlling the flying sword, while a faint blush still lingered on her cheeks. She tried her best to calm her emotions and achieve a tranquil state of mind, but it seemed to have little effect.

That feeling... The feeling of being hit by him, like an inescapable nightmare, entwined her mind.

What's wrong with me? Why is this happening? Could it be that my Yin energy is acting up? But my major tribulation is supposed to happen next year. Is this an early onset?

No, no, no!

It couldn't be an early onset of Yin energy. It's probably just an extreme reaction to the intimate contact between a man and a woman. I believe even my master, even if she were hit by Lu Xun on her backside, she... she would probably experience the same thing as me.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you silent? Why aren't you saying anything?" Lu Xun noticed Xuan Yin's silence and asked curiously.

"Shut up!"

"I don't want to hear you speak. If you dare to say one more word, I'll rip your tongue out," Xuan Yin said coldly.

It seemed like she was really angry, and it was a burning fury. Although Lu Xun was usually bold and audacious, often being very stubborn when dealing with the two demonesses, now was not the time for that. The current high and cold demoness seemed genuinely inclined to throw him off. After some contemplation, he spoke thoughtfully, "Wife, there's an old saying: Worry about a thousand miles of road, and it will eventually lead to a favorable wind."

"I don't understand." Xuan Yin replied coldly.

"Alright, alright. I, Lu Xun, will show compassion and stay with you here for the night." Lu Xun attempted to pull the sword that was stuck, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it out. Eventually, he gave up and said to the aloof demoness, "It's still early. How about going into the city? Maybe take a look around?"

"I don't want to go." Xuan Yin shrugged lightly and said, "You can go into the city by yourself and also keep an eye on the situation there, especially the movements of the experts."

"Experts?"

"Do you think the word ‘expert' is written on their faces? How am I supposed to know who the experts are?" Lu Xun said helplessly.

"Figure it out yourself." Xuan Yin sat cross-legged on a pile of grass, closing her eyes to rest while saying, "I want to hear the results tonight."

This... Could it be an excuse to beat me up?

Lu Xun looked at the demoness who was concentrating and holding her breath, feeling a bit unsure. If nothing unexpected happened, something might go wrong tonight.

Lu Xun left the ruined temple, and only Xuan Yin remained sitting cross-legged on the pile of withered grass. She slowly opened her eyes, watching the direction Lu Xun disappeared in, her mind seemingly lost in thought. Her brows would occasionally furrow, and then relax, as if lost in profound reflection.

...

In Quanzhou city.

In a restaurant specializing in the sale of wild game, a dignified-looking young Daoist priest arrived. He chose the most inconspicuous corner and sat down gracefully.

"May I help you, sir?"

"What would you like to order?" A waiter approached him enthusiastically, bowing and asking with a lowered head.

"Do you have snake meat?" The young Daoist casually inquired.

"Yes!"

"Would you like some?" The waiter quickly responded.

"How thick and how long is it?" The young Daoist continued to ask.

"It's this thick and this long." The waiter made a simple gesture.

The young Daoist nodded in satisfaction, then raised his hand grandly and said, "Then give me two, one steamed, and one braised. Also, bring me two ounces of strong wine."