Chapter 281 – Moon Lake (VII)

Chapter 281

Moon Lake (VII)

Laugh, you bastard! If you wanna laugh so badly, then just laugh!

You and those friends of yours!

That damned chatterbox looked like he was about to lose it–not unlike Long Tao and Lao Shun, who bothered even less to pretend–all while Xing Feng kept looking at me with this renewed sense of purpose.

… it’s not that bad anymore, you guys! Honestly! I mean, yes, the strong stench can still make me queasy, and an occasional extra-disemboweled body does make me wince, but I’m perfectly capable of watching an assortment of kids kill an assortment of adults well at ease!

Wait.

Maybe I shouldn’t be? Ugh, whatever.

I’m angry.

No, seriously.

I’m so angry right now.

I expected the kids to struggle a bit, even proudly proclaimed that they needed whetstones, but what the hell was this? They beat them in literally 30 seconds. I never beat it in freakin’ 30 seconds!

Hmm.

Moving on.

The only target that I can lash out on is this whimpering, sniveling bastard, who is still talking about his daddy as a threat, who seemed really assured just a minute ago that he was gonna kick ass and take names, and who was sure as hell taking his sweet time chewing this scenery.

I’m always kind of delighted when I meet what (in my head at least) are ‘classic’ cultivators: the pompous, arrogant, self-centered assholes that can’t see an inch past their own stench. It’s like restoring a balance to a world that only really exists in my head.

“Everyone, shut up!” As Dai Xiu kept ‘instructing’ Xing Feng over my malaise, and as that thing on the floor kept begging / threatening, and as Long Tao started snickering, I growled out rather loudly, seeming to startle them. Guilt stormed through me for a moment, but I endured it. “Alright. Somebody go clean up the bodies.”

“Ah! Master, we are so sorry! We got completely sidetracked!” Hm? Hey. I feel a misunderstanding arising here. “Quick, clean up the mess! Master will pass out!”

… damn you, Dai Xiu! Damn your good intentions!!!

The kids quickly scattered out to clean, including Rayce and Xing Feng, leaving behind Long Tao, Lao Shun, me, and those three–no, wait, those three bastards are helping clean up as well!

Goddammit.

“Y-You will pay–“

“–oh, for the love of God, shut the hell up already,” I interrupted. “Pay this, pay that. Did you ever learn another damn word or what? Is the only sound your head makes that of howling as the wind screeches through the empty space between your ears, huh? Can you not even remotely comprehend your current situation? All your companions–or, well, whatever they were to you–they are dead. Slaughtered. Do we look even remotely like we know who the hell you or your daddy are? Noooooo. So why, please tell me, why on earth would you threaten us with something we don’t even know about?”

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“…”

“Thank you for shutting up, at least.” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose while Long Tao and Lao Shun looked at me rather strangely. “You, the smirking cauldron licker. Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve never licked cauldrons–no, wait, I did, once. But it was to impress this lovely young maiden that I had tenderly fallen in love with… and you don’t seem to particularly care. Yes, I know who he is.”

“… and?”

“He’s the first son of the Elder Luang of the Hundred Flowers Sect. He told us.” Wow. What a shit-stained grin of pride.

“Right. He indeed is. Haah. I’ll go get some rest. Just… sort this out, please.”

I retreated, wondering what kind of a hornet’s nest we have kicked up this time around. I mean, I know that ‘Hundred Flowers Sect’ sounds gentle, but it’s likely just some ultra-high-end poison sect that has a billion different ways to kill you painfully. And, whether we let that thing over there live or if we kill it, they’ll be coming after us.