Chapter 210.2
The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like an Elder
210 . 2 â If I Were a Grandmaster
Xue Qilin turned her gaze and looked into the alley .
The shortyâs subordinates, who fell on the ground, have all spat out black blood . They evidently have poisoned themselves .
Were they the so-called death warriors? With their lives only existing for âa certain personâ, they were tools for another person to achieve their wishes and reach their goals .
Is life revolving around the word âloyaltyâ really meaningful?
Maybe, maybe not . But, Xue Qilin thinks that it is not, since their actions were not for themselves .
âOh, shoot . How do I deal with this?â
Xue Qilin scratched her head and sighed .
However, in this world, there has never been a lack of people greedy for life and fearful of death .
âWell, what do you think? How do I deal with this? I donât want to get into trouble!â
Xue Qilinâs eyes suddenly fell on the scholar lying in the allay .
Sensing Xue Qilinâs gaze, the scholar, who was supposed to be poisoned like his companion, suddenly shivered . Obviously, he is not dead, since the dead donât move . Heâs just pretending to be dead .
But, the sounds of his breathing, his heartbeat, and the pulse of his blood vessels cannot escape the perception of a late-stage Heaven Realm master â at least not with his Human Realm and not at this distance .
âHey, your companions are all dead, yet you are dragging out an ignoble existence . Are you that afraid of dying?â
It looks like the scholar plans to continue to pretend to be dead .
Xue Qilin gently stroked the shortyâs face and closed his eyes that have lost all vitality . Then, she stood up and approached the scholar with light yet unexpectedly sonorous steps . Every step she took made the scholar shiver .
When the sound of footstep stopped and Xue Qilin halted beside the scholar â
âDonât kill me!â
He shot up to his feet, yelled for mercy, and ran away .
âWhat are you running for... that hurts my feelings . Am I that scary? Boo hoo â!â
Xue Qilin pretended to cry, and then started running herself . Within his occupational standard and realm, the scholar is quite fast . But he still cannot get way from the petite lass following behind him .
âTsk, why canât I get away?â
The scholar clicked his tongue and turned a corner in a hurry .
âLoli kick, upgraded!â
Xue Qilin shouted, and then jumped abruptly, kicked the scholar in the buttocks, and sent him flying . The scholar made sound similar to a frog being squashed and tumbled to the ground .
âCough, cough...â
The scholar propped himself up and coughed up the earth in his mouth .
âSo, how was it? Is the earth delicious?â
Xue Qilin stopped behind the scholar, placed a hand on her hips, and cast the scholar, who is in an embarrassing situation, a scornful look .
âOlder Sister Xue, stop with the teasing . Let me ask him some questions first . â
Under the protection of a dozen plus armed guards, Gong Tianyang sitting in a wheelchair, with an Earth Realm guard pushing him, appeared from the other end of the alley . The sound of wooden wheels turning slowly drew closer .
The scholar, who finally succeeded to calm his messy breathing, raised his head, and many swords entered his eyes at once .
With a pack of wolves in front and a tiger behind, he could not escape... probably because he realized this, his complexion was doused in the color of despair .
Almost there .
Xue Qilin curved the corners of her mouth, intending to push the scholar more, so that his mouth is loosened .
âOh, you mean to say that I can play with him as much as I want after you pry open his mouth?â
âHey, Older Sister Xue is so naughty . â Gong Tianyang shook his head in perplexion at first, then smiled meaningfully, âIt depends on whether he cooperates or not . If he doesnât cooperate, then letâs go with Older Sister Xueâs idea . â
Next, Gong Tian Qing held his right cheek and sighed .
âI heard Older Sister Xue wants to try out âlingchiâ? Although itâs not an interest worth promoting, but if Older Sister Xue likes it, then I wonât stay in the way . â
Xue Qilin assumed an expression of âitâs not like thatâ and waved her hands .
âNo, no, I think castration is the way to go . After all, didnât he say a short while ago that he wants to play with me? Letâs just break his â toys!â
Xue Qilin looked at the scholarâs crotch and made a gesture of swinging down a knife . The scholar, who just so happened to look at her, winced with his abdomen nervously .
She went around the scholar, squatted down, looked at him, and issued two vicious laughs .
âThis way, letâs see how you can play with me . â
With that, she grinned, and then took out a sharp dagger from somewhere and played with it in front of the scholar .
âHmm...â Gong Tianyang touched his chin and contemplated, âReportedly, the palace is short of people these days . If Older Sister Xue really intends to castrate him, then we can send him to the palace to serve His Holiness . â
Gong Tianyang talks a lot of drivel . Xue Qilin rolled her eyes .
The scholar, who cannot even make a sound, shook his head vigorously .
âWhy, isnât it good to enter the palace? If you perform well, you may be conferred a title of eunuch . Others will really envy you . â
Xue Qilin propped her face up with a hand, grinned, and said thusly .
The scholar, looking like his mouth is stuffed with awful tasting medicine, put up his hands and waved in a panic .
âWait â wait!â
âOh, what do you want to wait for? There is no time to lose! What if I change my mind later and want to cut some other place â like your neck, what then?â Xue Qilin sighed in vexation, âIf His Holiness loses a future good helper because of this, wonât I be in trouble . â
Finally, unable to bear the threats from Xue Qilin and Gong Tianyang, the scholar yelled out in resignation, âOkay, Iâll speak, Iâll speak!â
âThatâs a good boy . â
Xue Qilin patted the scholarâs face with the daggerâs blade . The latter stared at cold sheen at the daggerâs edge and swallowed subconsciously .
âGong Tianyang, heâs yours . â
Xue Qilin looked back and shouted this to Gong Tianyang .
Before she got up, she gave the scholar a big smile, which prompted the other party to wince .
âWhat a coward . â
Xue Qilin pouted and snorted .
She got out of the way and let Gong Tianyang, who was being pushed by the guard, occupy her position .
âTake your arm off, I want to sit . â
Xue Qilin pushes Gong Tianyangâs right arm off the wheelchairâs armrest, then sat down, crossed her legs, and looked at the scholar . The guards, who appear to think that Xue Qilinâs manner is lacking, stared at her, but then didnât say anything .
Gong Tianyang plastered a innocent smile on his face, looked at the scholar sitting on the ground, and asked in a soft voice, âI have only one question, who is your master?â
â...â
Now that things have reached this point, the scholar hesitated .
The person behind him either has the power to frighten anyone who wants to betray them, or they have the charm that makes it hard for others to betray them .
Gong Tianyang showed a look of disappointment .
âIt doesnât matter if you donât answer . After all, I am fairly patient . Older Sister Xue sitting next to me, however, is rather rash â right, Older Sister Xue?â