Chapter 908: An Ice-Cold Beauty Appears

Ye Wenxin didn’t dodge. She knew she wouldn’t raise any suspicion while by herself. But unexpectedly, the man looked in Ghost Mother’s direction, his expression angry.

Killing intent surged from him, and he struck Ye Wenxin with deadly force. Ye Wenxin felt puzzled until she saw  Ghost Mother’s subtle smirk.

Ghost Mother must have revealed herself so the man would deal with Ye Wenxin for her.

“It’s a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!” Realizing she had been set up, Ye Wenxin quickly retreated. The man’s companion appeared. The woman flew toward Ghost Mother, took out a robe, and draped it over her.

Ghost Mother seemed very surprised, too. She had no idea how she was able to interact with physical objects. After thinking for a moment, she threw herself into the woman’s arms, crying loudly, as if Ye Wenxin had committed some unspeakable crime against her.

Things were getting out of hand, thought Ye Wenxin. The man slashed his sword at her again. He was fast, precise, and fierce, but Ye Wenxin couldn’t figure out what sword technique he was using. Even though she couldn’t wield a sword herself, she was more than capable of using other weapons. Seeing how hard the man was trying, Ye Wenxin grabbed the kitchen knife to fight back.

Even a kitchen knife could become a divine weapon in Ye Wenxin’s experienced hands.

The man started to struggle. When Ye Wenxin thought she could defeat him and sit down for a proper conversation, the woman protecting Ghost Mother spoke quietly. “Retreat one step, advance three, strike her right hand.”

The man promptly obeyed, aiming for Ye Wenxin’s crippled right hand. Ye Wenxin glanced at the woman a few times, noting that she wore a veil, revealing only a pair of cold and intelligent eyes.

If Fairy Fengya was emotionless, this woman was cold inside and out. She appeared deeply reserved and hard to read, yet when Ye Wenxin searched through her memories, she couldn’t recall anyone like this existing on this continent.

Could she be an outsider from another continent?

Ye Wenxin couldn’t help but overthink a little. Seeing her treat him so lightly, the man became more agitated and started losing his rhythm.

“Stay calm. Aim for her lower body,” advised the woman, still locking eyes with Ye Wenxin. Her gaze remained cold, as if she saw everyone as mere ants.

Ye Wenxin couldn’t figure out how she might have offended her. But after some thought, she realized that her earlier farce probably did look like a villainous act.

Perhaps Ye Wenxin’s gaze had lingered too long. The woman spoke again.

“Finish her.”

The man gave her an affirmative sound and began swinging his sword even faster. His sword energy carried enough momentum to split heaven and earth. The nearby waterfall seemed to resonate, rippling slightly. Even Ghost Mother’s earlier strike hadn’t achieved a fraction of this effect.

Ghost Mother, noticing how formidable the woman was, immediately started flattering. “Such impressive skills, young master.”

Spurred on by her praise, the man showed off even harder, wishing to perform perfectly before Ghost Mother. Ye Wenxin was speechless but remembered Ghost Mother was once a beauty capable of toppling nations. Otherwise, the Ghost King would never have agreed to marry her back then.

That dull, straight-laced Celestial Master Zhong had also lingered in the mortal realm for a long time for Ghost Mother. He couldn’t feel at ease leaving her behind even when he ascended.

On top of that, ghosts survived by feeding on human Yin and Yang energies, so they had charm skills. Just a word from Ghost Mother seemed to inject the man with adrenaline.

“Huh? Why are you fighting?” A voice suddenly interrupted them. The furballs had sent the storyteller over, and he was rubbing his eyes, staring blankly at the strange scene in front of him. He appeared confused as to why he had woken up beside a waterfall and in the middle of such a terrifying situation.

“Senior Brother Mei, you came just in time. Help me explain!” Naturally, Ye Wenxin had instructed the furballs to bring the storyteller here. Men never liked her to begin with. If she tried to explain herself while Ghost Mother was stirring things up, this meaningless fight could have dragged on for who knows how long.

However, the storyteller was glib-tongued and able to get along with people of all ages. As Ye Wenxin’s traveling companion, he could handle various unexpected situations.

The storyteller immediately sobered up. “I am Mei Xiaosheng, an outer disciple of the Azure Wings Sect. This is my junior sister, Ye Wenxin. I don’t know what offense we may have given you that you would treat my junior sister like this.” He cupped his hands toward the two, using an immortal sect’s name to make them hesitate.

“Azure Wings Sect? Isn’t that the leading sect among the Ten Great Immortal Sects?” The man stopped attacking and looked at the woman, seeking her opinion.

The woman nodded. She then took out a set of clothes from her bag of holding and handed them to Ghost Mother, telling her to change behind a rock. Ghost Mother thanked her with a smile, entrancing both men present.

Ye Wenxin could now see that Ghost Mother hadn’t used any magic. It was her evolution that enabled her to appear before humans. None of them had noticed that Ghost Mother was a ghost, which meant her new passive skill was quite sophisticated.

The thought of having Ghost Mother as a visible pawn and she wouldn’t have to talk to the air every day pleased Ye Wenxin a little.

The woman stayed silent as the man explained his reason for attacking Ye Wenxin.

“So, you’re saying my junior sister attacked this young lady. You heard the scream and then came to help?”

The man nodded.

“What is your explanation, Junior Sister Ye?” The storyteller turned to Ye Wenxin. She did seem like the type who would do such a thing.

After all, Ye Wenxin was infamous for being a heartless swinger. Everyone knew she had entanglements with many cultivators, even her own master. However, as there was no concrete evidence, the storyteller asked for Ye Wenxin’s explanation before making any conclusions.

“Someone had indeed assaulted the young lady before I arrived. Despite my low cultivation, when I thought about a woman suffering such humiliation, I couldn’t help but strike the assailant with this kitchen knife—” Ye Wenxin looked at the questionable kitchen knife in her hand. She quickly swapped it with the umbrella sword. “Oops, sorry. I mean this sword.”

She smiled at Ghost Mother.

Ghost Mother shuddered and instinctively shrank closer to the woman. She was only 1.6 meters tall, with a willowy figure. When Ghost Mother noticed others could see her, she quickly hid her horns, the proof of her race.

“Is this true, miss?” The man seemed skeptical and couldn’t resist glancing at Ghost Mother’s beautiful face. She was on par with his master, though each had her unique merits.

As if sensing the man’s thoughts, Ghost Mother smiled softly at him, nearly drawing his soul away.