অধ্যায় ১৩৯: এক ঘুষিতে উড়িয়ে দিলেন

কSometimes, a tiny bit of help is like the sunshine in spring—bright and warm.

Because he had been copying notes too late last night, Yang Luohan fell asleep involuntarily during class.

A devilish voice woke him from his slumber: "Yang Luohan, what is the answer to the fourteenth question?"

Recalling all those classmates who had been brutally beaten into shape recently, old Yang instantly snapped to attention, cold sweat pouring down his back before he even knew it.

Right at that moment, the heavenly voice of his boss came floating over.

"Choose C."

Yang Luohan’s eyelids twitched. He smiled faintly, pretended to ponder for a moment, cleared his throat, and said, "It should be... choose C!"

Yue Jiao revealed a smile: "Correct! But the fourteenth question is a fill-in-the-blank!"

Yang Luohan: ???

He turned his head to look at his nonchalant boss, his heart turning icy cold. Why? Aren’t we brothers?

The towering Shen Ye buried his neck deep inside his textbook, almost looking like an ostrich.

I'm sorry, friend, better you than me. Fat Tiger threatened me.

During this period, Yue Jiao had thoroughly cemented her fierce reputation as a devilish teacher. The bloody lessons learned by countless victimized students taught them that the nickname Yue Jiao hated hearing most was "Fat Tiger," which subsequently became her affectionate moniker among the students.

There was even a couplet used to describe her: "A pig fears being fat just as a man fears fame, only Fat Tiger possesses both!"

Naturally, the student who uttered these words was still in solitary confinement and might become the first family member in their lineage to go insane. Let us congratulate him.

Outside the grand array of Mount Shu, the leader of the righteous sect Yuzhuo Peak looked at the immense formation enveloping the entire mountain range and felt deep envy.

With such a massive array remaining active continuously throughout a century of mountain closure, how many resources must it consume? All these resources must have come from the ancient divine artifact, the Chain of Restraint.

And now even the Buyuan Tripod was here on Mount Shu. What if such a weak Mount Shu holding two divine artifacts were to be seized by the Demonic Cult?

"The leader of Yuzhuo Peak, along with all my disciples, has come to Mount Shu to pay a visit. I hope for your enlightenment!"

Having dumped all matters indiscriminately onto Xiaogu, Qingxu had long since embarked on his elderly retirement life. When he had nothing to do, he would moonlight as a teacher at the academy, and the rest of the time he spent in secluded cultivation. Ever since he was healed last time, for reasons unknown, his speed of cultivation had even returned to the state of his youth.

The elderly Daoist Qingxu stroked his beard and muttered in confusion, "My Mount Shu has already announced the closure of the mountain, and Yuzhuo Peak is also a prestigious orthodox sect. Why come to Mount Shu at this time? Could it be that another major event has shaken the world?"

By the time Sect Leader Wen was welcomed into the grand hall, he already felt he had the situation well in hand and sneered inwardly. Mount Shu was truly in decline, with only a cat and a few kittens. Apart from the sect leader whose depth he could not fathom, the passing students possessed at most the strength of ordinary disciples of Yuzhuo Peak.

Seated in the seat of honor, the elderly Daoist Qingxu stroked his beard and asked with a smiling expression, "I wonder what brings Sect Leader Wen all this way to Mount Shu?"

Sect Leader Wen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spat it back out in disgust: "Hahaha, I wouldn't dare claim any noble purpose. It's just that while I was in secluded cultivation within my sect, I pondered upon the common people and the safety of the world, and suddenly remembered that Mount Shu's strength is withering and far inferior to its former glory. If the Demonic Cult were to suddenly attack at this time, I'm afraid it would be exceedingly dangerous!"

Qingxu nodded in agreement: "Sect Leader Wen speaks very truly. This poor Daoist considered this for a long time and simply decided to close the mountain, keeping the grand protective array active at all times."

"And since the treasury of Mount Shu has already been plundered clean by the Seven Killings, I trust the demonic sect would not pay a heavy price to breach our grand array, exhausting their troops and generals, only to return empty-handed, right?"

Sect Leader Wen withdrew his smile and said, "Daoist Qingxu is mistaken. Doesn't Mount Shu still possess two divine artifacts? If the artifacts were to be seized by the demonic sect once again, the world would be plunged into misery and the demonic forces would eclipse the righteous; then your Mount Shu would become sinners against the entire realm."

Qingxu gazed deeply at this old scoundrel and smiled gently: "Oh? I wonder what high insights Sect Leader Wen might have?"

Sect Leader Wen waved his hand: "Hahaha, high insights I wouldn't dare claim. I consider my Yuzhuo Peak to be a major school of cultivation, and we certainly possess the strength to safeguard at least one divine artifact. For the sake of the world's peace and the welfare of the common people, I believe Daoist Qingxu should hand over one divine artifact for Yuzhuo Peak to custody."

"Of course, if Daoist Qingxu is willing to hand over both divine artifacts, then for the everlasting prosperity of the righteous path, even if it means my body is smashed to pieces, I will not hesitate!"

Qingxu gently let out a breath. This old fellow could speak of robbing divine artifacts with such high-sounding justification; he truly had never seen such a brazen and shameless person. Pondering for a moment and observing Sect Leader Wen’s determined expression, he smiled.

"Speaking of which, Sect Leader Wen may not know, but currently both divine artifacts of Mount Shu are with our young sect leader. If Sect Leader Wen has the ability to take them from her hands, please go ahead!"

Sect Leader Wen abruptly stood up, excitedly saying, "Is Daoist Qingxu's words true? As far as I know, your sect's young sect leader is merely a young maiden of sixteen. It seems Daoist Qingxu is truly a master of the Dao who holds the world in his heart. I admire you!"

Qingxu smiled with profound meaning.

It was currently the midday break. Qingxu led Sect Leader Wen to the edge of a precipice, where in the distance a youthful and vibrant maiden was leaning against a giant boulder, gazing at the sea of clouds below her, soft and graceful.

A petite girl with delicate facial features, dressed in a peculiar black outfit that revealed her fair calves and arms, was resting her head on the maiden's lap and sleeping soundly.

Looking from afar, the two delicate girls almost dazzled Sect Leader Wen’s eyes. His lips began to tremble, and after swallowing hard and calming himself for a moment, he slowly spoke to Qingxu.

"I wonder who these two young ladies are?"

Qingxu stroked his beard and smiled: "The older one is my proud disciple, Hua Qiangu. As for that young maiden, she is a member of Mount Shu without a master yet, named Yue Jiao."

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Wen immediately cupped his fists and bowed deeply: "In-law—no, Daoist Qingxu, I would like to arrange a match for my unworthy son. We have a sect, flying swords for transportation, and generations of accumulated cultivation resources. If there is a difficult childbirth, we will save the mother; if she falls into the river, we will save Miss Yue Jiao. If you worry that my family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law won't get along, my wife and I can choose to die young!"

Having finished, Sect Leader Wen looked at Qingxu with eager anticipation. That tenderness and longing gave Qingxu an urge to beat someone up.

"You want to marry me?"

A faint voice suddenly appeared beside Sect Leader Wen's ear. Lowering his head, he saw the maiden looking up at him with watery eyes, her obedient and adorable appearance almost suffocating him. He managed to squeeze out a slight smile.

"Of course not! My son is twenty-five, about the same age as you. He is upright in appearance, his cultivation is among the best in the younger generation, and our family has a modest amount of assets. Would the young lady consider it?"

Yue Jiao extended her index finger, gently resting it against her rosy lips to assume a thoughtful posture, then pouted and said, "This humble one likes the strong. If you can take one punch from me, I will agree to you."

Sect Leader Wen was overjoyed. It seemed this young lady was truly moved by his conditions. Taking a punch was merely a polite pretext; just thinking about having such an exquisite and adorable daughter-in-law in the future made him so excited.

"Good... ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingxu watched as Sect Leader Wen turned into a tiny black dot at the edge of the sky. He stroked his beard to conceal his trembling body and slowly, step by step, walked back.

"Dear me, why did I walk over here? There are still many matters to attend to. Ah, this poor Daoist truly grows more senile by the day!"