Chapter 121: Is Xiaoyun Really a Cat Demon?
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âWhoâs afraid of who!â
The manâs roar carried the fierce bluster of someone putting on a brave front, but in Lin Muyuâs eyes, it was just a clown performing.
As the old saying goes, no matter how good your kung fu is, you still have to fear a kitchen knife.
From some unknown corner, he pulled out a kitchen knife polished to a bright shine, waving the blade wildly in Lin Muyuâs direction, trying to intimidate her with its cold gleam.
This was how he dealt with the villagers too, they all feared his muscular build.
Meanwhile, Lin Muyu only held an unremarkable fire poker in her hand. How could he not give it his all?
Unfortunately, he had picked the wrong opponent from start to finish.
Because what Lin Muyu practiced wasnât kung fu, but immortal cultivation techniques.
Even if he mustered all his strength to slash a hundred times, he might not be able to break through Lin Muyuâs skin infused with spiritual energy.
The man obviously knew Lin Muyu was formidable, otherwise he would have attacked already.
But he didnât know how vast the gap truly was.
âStill trying to resist?â
Lin Muyu gripped the unremarkable Xiaomu in her hand and shook her head helplessly.
Before stepping onto the path of cultivation, she truly didnât understand what kind of chasm separated ordinary people from cultivators.
Only after spiritual energy entered her body did she truly comprehend that for a cultivator, the threat posed by ordinary people was as insignificant as ants.
Among ordinary people, only armies could use battle formations condensed from morale to resist low-level cultivators.
But high-level cultivators were truly like earthly immortals, mortals had absolutely no way to deal with them.
If cultivators lost their human emotions, perhaps aside from looking similar, they would have nothing in common.
âThen letâs give it a try.â
Before her words finished falling, Lin Muyuâs figure had already left a faint afterimage in place.
That speed was so fast it exceeded the visual limits of ordinary people. The man didnât even see how she moved before his wrist suddenly transmitted a piercing, heart-drilling pain.
âHissâŠâ
The sound of sucking in cold air had barely escaped when the kitchen knife clattered to the ground with a crisp sound that was particularly distinct.
Lin Muyu obviously didnât intend to stop there. The wooden stick swept horizontally, landing precisely at the bend of the manâs knees.
âThud!â
The man felt as if his legs had been struck by iron rods. Intense pain instantly spread through his thighs, his balance completely lost, and he heavily collapsed to his knees.
The sound of his knees colliding with the ground made all the surrounding villagersâ hearts skip a beat.
âWhat? Willing to kneel now? Where were you earlier?â
Lin Muyu casually shouldered the wooden stick, her cute features carrying a hint of coldness.
Such a carefree gesture formed a stark contrast with her soft image.
Everything happened very quickly. The surrounding villagers couldnât see clearly what had just occurred.
They only felt their vision blur, and the next second they saw the village chiefâs son kneeling on the ground.
Immediately after, loud applause suddenly rang out.
âBenefactor, well done!â
Mo Youhua was the first to start, her face full of vindicated laughter, her palms clapping until they turned red.
The other villagers also began applauding, the applause growing louder and louder, with some even unable to resist cheering quietly.
The village chiefâs family had been tyrannizing this village for so many years, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, exploiting the people, and even colluding with demons to sacrifice the villagers.
Now that someone could finally deal with them, everyone felt a surge of satisfaction in their hearts.
âSister is so cool!â
Lin Xiaoyun also clapped her hands, continuing to provide abundant emotional value.
Hearing the applause, Lin Muyu felt somewhat embarrassed.
For her, dealing with an ordinary person wasnât really anything special, and she truly didnât deserve such enthusiastic praise.
But before she could say anything, the man kneeling on the ground opened his mouth viciously, spewing filthy curses like dirty water:
âYou btch, Iâll f*ck your **!â
Even though he couldnât win in a fight, he refused to submit, still stretching his neck defiantly while cursing.
âSon, stop talking⊠please stop talking!â
The village chief and his wife trembled all over to the side, cautiously trying to step forward to pull him away, yet not daring to approach Lin Muyu.
They knew better than anyone that they had spoiled their son since childhood, letting him develop such an arrogant and domineering personality.
Lin Muyu listened to those unbearable curses with no expression on her face, only finding them noisy.
She was too lazy to waste words with him. She directly stepped forward and precisely struck the manâs mouth with her stick.
With a crisp sound, several bloody teeth flew out immediately. The manâs lips instantly swelled like sausages, his face splattered with warm blood, and even his speech began to whistle with air.
âMmm⊠I⊠mmm ahâŠâ
He mumbled incoherently, but could no longer curse out a complete sentence.
This was the result of Lin Muyu deliberately holding back over 90% of her strength. If she had really released her spiritual energy, this one strike would have probably shattered the manâs head on the spot.
Though cultivators had rules against randomly killing ordinary people.
But teaching a lesson to such an ignorant villain by giving him a beating was completely reasonable and justified.
As for why she didnât beat the village chief⊠that was the main culprit. Lin Muyu didnât need to lift a finger.
She figured plenty of people would want to do it, and she was afraid of not holding back her strength and accidentally beating the village chief to death.
âFairy, please spare him! Please forgive him! Heâs just stubborn and doesnât understand, youâre magnanimous, please donât stoop to his level!â
The village chiefâs wife cried and rushed forward, supporting her swaying son, tears and snot covering her face, continuously kowtowing to Lin Muyu for mercy.
The village chief also hurried forward to help, but when he looked up at Lin Muyu, deep in his eyes hid a trace of barely perceptible malice.
That gaze was like a viperâs forked tongue, silently licking the air.
Though it was only for an instant, Lin Muyu caught it precisely.
However, she didnât take it to heart.
Now the village chiefâs family were lambs waiting for slaughter, unable to protect themselves. No matter how much resentment they harbored, what use was it?
âYou few, go get some thick rope and tie up all three of them.â
Lin Muyu raised her hand pointing toward several young villagers watching the excitement in the distance. Her tone was calm, but no villager dared disobey.
âWhat⊠what about her?â
A villager hesitantly pointed toward the village chiefâs daughter-in-law who stood to the side, remaining silent throughout, and asked quietly.
Lin Muyu glanced at that woman and spoke indifferently:
âHer? No need to tie her up. Iâll interrogate her personally!â
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At the same time, on another battlefield, eerie laughter was echoing through the mountain valley:
âGive up resisting. This old man doesnât want to crush flowers with cruel hands, hahahaâŠâ
The skeleton giantâs bone claws were wrapped in dense black qi. Each time it swung its claws, it brought the howling sound of tearing air.
It felt victory was within reach, its laughter full of smugness and cruelty.
Indeed, Su Wanqingâs current condition wasnât very good.
Facing the skeleton giantâs storm-like attacks, though she managed to dodge with her agile movement techniques, she still inevitably sustained some injuries.
Faint blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin.
Her pale cheeks were full of anxiety, the stray hairs at her temples dampened by sweat and sticking to her skin.
Continuing this way definitely wouldnât work. Her spiritual energy would eventually be exhausted⊠Could it be that she still had to use Blood Burning?
Su Wanqing couldnât help but feel a bitter smile rise in her heart. She hadnât expected that just after breaking through to Golden Core stage, she would once again be forced into such a desperate situation.
However, this time was different from when she faced Ye Fan before.
Back then her spiritual energy was depleted, and Blood Burning could only be used for escape.
But now she still had relatively sufficient spiritual energy in her body, and having already entered Golden Core stage, both the purity and explosive power of her spiritual energy far exceeded before.
If she could launch Blood Burning when the skeleton giant was off guard, she might be able to take it down in one strike.
Only⊠would she come to save her again?
A figure suddenly flashed through Su Wanqingâs mind, and her face inexplicably showed a faint blush.
She gently bit her lower lip and murmured softly:
âActually, I should have lowered my cultivation level anyway. This time Iâll just consider it paying backâŠâ
For some reason, a trace of anticipation still appeared on her face.
âMaybe sheâll still come save meâŠâ
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âAchoo!â
Lin Muyu was watching the villagers tie up the village chiefâs family of three with rope when she suddenly sneezed unexpectedly.
She was slightly stunned. Who was thinking about her?
Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, her constitution had long surpassed ordinary people. Forget catching cold, even common chills couldnât affect her. How could she suddenly sneeze?
âSister, are you okay?â
Lin Xiaoyun immediately came over, her round, bright eyes full of concern.
As she spoke, she threw herself into Lin Muyuâs arms, her little head nuzzling against her chest, saying softly:
âXiaoyunâs body is warm. Sister can use Xiaoyun to warm up so you wonât be cold!â
Lin Muyu was stunned by her intimate gesture. Looking down at the soft, adorable little girl in her arms, her face showed a somewhat strange expression, and she couldnât help teasing:
âXiaoyun, are you sure youâre a cat demon and not a fox spirit?â
âIâm definitely a cat demon!â
Xiaoyun immediately raised her head, her large, bright eyes staring intently at Lin Muyu, her gaze full of seriousness, extremely cute.
âThen how are you even better at seduction than fox spirits?â
Lin Muyu muttered quietly, her eyes full of laughter.
Xiaoyun is really so cute~
To be honest, she was completely susceptible to this kind of thing!