Chapter 119: It’s Not Easy Being a Lecher

“Young master is joking.”

“I never joke about this kind of thing, I’m reasonable. We both have intruded into Shura Hall, and offended each of you ladies, there indeed should be a penalty,” Ye Wenxin smilingly clarified her reason and saw the few ladies’ weird expressions as if Ye Wenxin’s words were hard to believe.

But that female disciple was very bright, she saluted Ye Wenxin with a clasped fist again and continued, “Young master, just tell the truth, this is awkward to listen to.”

“Think about it, I didn’t show up at all just now, that friend of mine must suspect I’m merely interested in saving my own neck and would cut off communications with me. If he wakes up and finds that we’ve both been arrested, he naturally won’t suspect I’ve sold him out,” Ye Wenxin simply spoke honestly, and the disciples present looked at her strangely.

They did not know whether to say that Ye Wenxin was a gentleman or a villain for actually coming up with a strange way to avoid suspicion.

“Young master should know that our Shura Hall may not have exceptional abilities, but our dungeon is not inferior to that of any other sects. If we really want to lock you up, then we naturally won’t give you a chance to escape,” that female disciple continued to remind, although being able to capture Ye Wenxin would make her happy, if Ye Wenxin went to Shura Hall’s dungeon, it would definitely cause bedlam.

If that many human furnaces were to break out and Head Senior Sister Qian Bingxue knew, it was uncertain what punishment they would receive. The more she thought, the more anxious that disciple became, and she was unwilling to make this deal with Ye Wenxin.

“Rest assured, if I want to get out, I’ll only take that brother with me, I won’t touch anyone in your Shura Hall, not even a single servant. Comparatively, as a flower-picking thief, I can still be considered a man of elegance.” Ye Wenxin began to tag herself with an unfair label again while mocking Zhao Teddy’s behavior in passing.

Even flower picking had some standards, but doing what Teddy had done was worse than a beast.

Despite not knowing the meaning behind Ye Wenxin’s irony, hearing Ye Wenxin calling herself a flower-picking thief convinced everyone a little. The disciples present discussed among themselves, unable to make up their minds, and ultimately the lead disciple asked the advice of Shura Hall’s Fourth Senior Sister―Wang Baiwan.

“I guess you have some guts, youngster.” After hearing the subject matter, the fat female cultivator flew up, seeing Ye Wenxin’s calm and composed manner, she seemed to take much interest in Ye Wenxin.

“I can’t do anything about it, I’ve always loved the delights of beauty and nature, and your human furnace technique sparks my admiration, senior sister.”

“Oh, then would young master care to give me a try?” replied the fat female cultivator with a round face, a glint of deadly intent in her eyes.

Ye Wenxin was not remotely afraid, she conveniently picked up a nearby leaf, then said to the fat female cultivator, “If you can take one move from me, I’ll be your human furnace. What do you say, senior sister?”

Because her face was covered, Ye Wenxin only displayed a pair of star-like orbs. Although there was no way to change her eyes, Ye Wenxin unleashed her aura, making them look thoroughly ominous and terrifying.

“Milord underestimates our Shura Hall too much.” The smile on the fat female cultivator’s face faded, leaving only the desire to slay. She stood on rubble, drew out a long whip, lashed it lightly on one spot, and a huge hole appeared on the roof.

It naturally went without saying that the supporting beams were sturdy, this fat female cultivator had tremendous strength, probably capable of easily hitting two thousand catties (1000kg/2200lbs) of weight. If Ye Wenxin was an ordinary person, she reckoned her entire endoskeleton would be smashed.

“Go ahead and try, let’s see who exactly is underestimating whom.” Ye Wenxin clipped the fallen leaf she picked up with two fingers and lightly shot it. In that instant, a mighty airflow burst out from that leaf, which then transformed into a transparent giant tiger.

The giant tiger’s extraordinary majesty, its animated appearance, made it seem like it was actually alive.

The fat female cultivator’s face changed, she used her whole body’s strength to ward off the ferocious tiger’s oncoming attack, but she was still forcibly pushed three steps back, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood, if not for the surrounding people supporting her, the fat female cultivator would have already fallen to the ground.

At that moment, the leaf softly floated down, as if that ferocious tiger just now was merely a hallucination produced by the fat female cultivator’s fear.

“Sword Intent.” A complicated expression crossed the fat female cultivator’s face.

It was rumored that when one reached a certain level, one could kill with a simple leaf, but this young man who looked less than twenty before her not only had such a formidable cultivation, he had even cultivated the Sword Intent that no average person could ever hope to achieve.

“Senior Sister, are you alright?”

“Yes…I thank this Senior for your lenience.” The fat female cultivator hastily bowed, not daring to be rash again.

Ye Wenxin chuckled, the surprise in her heart no smaller than that of the others.

These days, out of boredom, she had cultivated the Nine Tribulations Exorcising Curse that Fairy Fengya learned. It was only the first level and coupled with her own restricted cultivation, she did not expect to reach a point where she could release Sword Intent. Ye Wenxin further lamented that this Nine Tribulations Exorcising Curse was nothing short of the legendary most powerful immortal sect cultivation method.

Yet simultaneously, as she was using it, Ye Wenxin could plainly sense two heat forces confronting each other within her Dantian.

The demonic Flower Burial cultivation method that she learned and Fairy Fengya’s Nine Tribulations Exorcising Curse originally had a mutually generative and restraining dynamic (this means they both enhance and hinder each other at times). Ye Wenxin was also somewhat suffering, as if the inside of her stomach was being stabbed by a thousand needles, like the two forces were competing to win over a position in her Dantian.

The fat female cultivator carried Zhao Teddy over her shoulder and walked ahead, Ye Wenxin then intentionally slowed her pace, operating Flower Burial to clean out the residual power of the Nine Tribulations Exorcising Curse in her Dantian.

After a few moments, the two had entered the dungeon, Ye Wenxin pretended to lightly stretch, seemingly bored stiff as she watched the men locked up in the dungeon.

Each of the human furnace’s face looked well-kept and clean, a few men and women had attractive and intelligent appearances. It must be said that Shura Hall disciples had rather good taste.

The fat female cultivator opened a cell with fewer occupants, throwing Zhao Teddy in first, then respectfully beckoned Ye Wenxin in……

Several hours later, Zhao Teddy awoke from his coma, and Ye Wenxin gave him a brief rundown of what happened while he was unconscious.

“I was captured by that female cultivator, even though I begged for mercy, shouting out ‘Yamete¹ (please stop)’, the female cultivator remained unmoved, tore my clothes, and shredded the last bits of my dignity…”

Ye Wenxin recounted it vividly and colorfully, but the original version was in fact the appearance of Zhao Teddy being dominated by the fat female cultivator. Zhao Teddy recalled his bitter experience and felt uncomfortable as he listened, so he hurriedly changed the subject, “Then was the lady who bullied you slim, pretty?”

For a moment, Ye Wenxin wanted to give Zhao Teddy a few kicks. But considering the wrestling trauma the fat female cultivator had given Zhao Teddy, she ended up casually describing a bit of what that female disciple looked like.

“She was quite slim, with a mole at the corner of one eye, and a head of brown hair…”

Zhao Teddy listened with great envy, his gaze drifting away until it landed on a lady who very much fitted Ye Wenxin’s descriptions.

“Does that woman wear a red belt around her waist?” Zhao Teddy suddenly asked. Ye Wenxin looked confused, then saw Zhao Teddy squeezing out a hint of a smile, pointing behind her.

Puzzled, Ye Wenxin turned her head, only to see that already quite familiar face.

She had the face of a classic beauty, a tear-shaped mole at the corner of one eye, and at this very moment, this beauty was staring at Ye Wenxin with apparent annoyance.

“Ahem, what a coincidence,” Ye Wenxin eked out.

Indeed, she had long noticed the disciple watching over the dungeon, but because the female disciple never turned around and never talked to Ye Wenxin, Ye Wenxin did not take note of the other’s identity at all.

Now, Ye Wenxin was a little regretful, why the hell did she insist on describing that tear mole?

“You…you lecher.” Thankfully this lady had an excellent temper, she cursed for a long while, but only managed to spit out the word ‘lecher’. Then, she immediately moved half a step away in disdain, lest she hear any more filthy speech from Ye Wenxin’s mouth.

Ye Wenxin was even more helpless, when she turned back, she saw Zhao Teddy was looking at her, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Brother Liangchen, we’re both transmigrators, why is there such a big gap between us?” Even though Zhao Teddy’s eyes were full of tears, Ye Wenxin believed it was certainly not out of some deep love for this alternate world, rather, the fat female cultivator had disciplined him on how terrifying of an exercise wrestling was.

“You aren’t that bad, managing to survive after that many times, your future girlfriend would be a lucky gal,” Ye Wenxin subconsciously pacified him. It only seemed to make Zhao Teddy feel worse. Not even wishing to acknowledge Ye Wenxin, he went to the other side, facing the wall as he questioned his own life.

Ye Wenxin did not idle. She stood up and approached that female disciple.

“I still haven’t gotten your name, miss.”

The female disciple stared blankly at Ye Wenxin, yet stated her name anyway.

“Xi Mengxuan (lit. surname Xi, Dream, Jade).”

“A good name. I’m Ye Liangchen.” Ye Wenxin cupped her fist and said her own name, only to see the woman called Xi Mengxuan moving away a few more paces, seeming to still harbor some fear towards Ye Wenxin.

“Miss Xi, don’t be so scared of me, I’m behind bars right now, how could I possibly take advantage of you?” Ye Wenxin was a little helpless seeing Xi Mengxuan guarding against her.

“Your conversation with that other young master, I heard it loud and clear.” Xi Mengxuan became more wary, thinking about those words Ye Wenxin said earlier, she could not help from blushing slightly.

“Miss Xi doesn’t seem to belong here at all,” Ye Wenxin sighed and blurted out. Upon hearing this, Xi Mengxuan’s expression became somewhat subtle. She leaned back slightly, seeming curious about Ye Wenxin’s words but also guarded.

“Oh, then where does the young master think I belong?”

Ye Wenxin did not answer directly. Instead, she gently sniffed towards Xi Mengxuan and immediately caught a faint scent. She was now learning Alchemy, and she had quite an acute sense of smell. If she remembered correctly, the scent emanating from Xi Mengxuan came from White Guardian Grass.

This particular herb was a basic ingredient for refining Spirit Beast Pills and was also liked by various herbivorous beasts. Shura Hall’s Hall Master advocated cultivation and strictly prohibited the keeping of spirit beasts and demonic beasts. The only possible reason for the disciple in front of Ye Wenxin to have this scent was if she secretly kept one or more herbivorous beasts.

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Footnotes:

1. – This was written as 雅蠛蝶 yǎ miè dié, which is a pun for yamete ↩︎