Chapter 32: Drawing back his sight, Gu Yunjues eyes looked dark as ink, deep as the ocean and serene with danger and killing intent hidden beneath. 1 (1/2)
Chapter 32: Drawing back his sight, Gu Yunjue's eyes looked dark as ink, deep as the ocean and serene with danger and killing intent hidden beneath. (1)
Translator: DragonRider
”Pretty female cultivators might be transformed by a magical beast. Your fourth senior sister is about to show you that.”
Hearing that, Gu Yunjue hastily nodded, looking lovable and obedient like saying 'what you say is always right and it is bound to be kept deep in my mind'.
The burly man on the square was also stunned by Bai Xunrong's arrogant words. However, he quickly came to himself and turned hostile again, ”I won't fight with a woman. Only with Yue Mingze!”
Noticing the contempt in the man's eyes, Mu Chen educated Gu Yunjue: ”Don't ever judge people by their looks. Or you'll die for that.”
Bai Xunrong also noticed that but she only smiled, then the air pressure surrounding them dropped sharply. Mu Chen immediately set a boundary to shelter Gu Yunjue and others around him. Then, two kinds of strong spiritual powers -- wind and soil intertwined together, stand and stones flying and the world darkening around in a minute. Rocks on hills broken into pieces turned into a soil dragon and swept the big man along, growling and shouting as if showing its enemy its great killing intent. Those off-guard disciples of second generation were straightly rolled away by the spiritual power, their mouth stuffed with stands and their ears suffused with the rumbling of the fight.
Gu Yunjue, who himself never saw Bai Xunrong fight with others, finally understood why Mu Chen said that she might be transformed by a magical beast. Soon after, a machete about two meters long showed up in the hands of Bai Xunrong with a petite figure as her spiritual power was being acted.
The machete's body was half of a meter wide and dazzlingly golden to the point of even blinding the bell-like big eyes of the strong man. Blood slots on its both sides were carved into the giant dragon shape, glittering and aggressive with strong killing intent.
Bai Xunrong lifted up her machete with only one hand and pointed it at the nose of the big man who had already been blindsided in shock, sneering in a peremptory way: ”Despise women? Son of a bitch, let me teach you how to behave today!”
Hearing Bai Xunrong's harsh words, Gu Yunjue was coming to laugh when warm palms covered his ears, then an emotionless voice from his Master came into his ears: ”Don't you ever follow her to talk like that. Fight makes her become a rude person.”
Having nothing to say, Gu Yunjue grabbed Mu Chen's hands, held them in his palms and kneaded them, the exquisite feeling of touch evoking his desire to take a bite of Mu Chen's hands.
And then, Mu Chen seized this chance to explain: ”The weapon your fourth senior sister holds now is called Beheading Soul Sword that weighs nine hundred kg., a spirit tool of the top rank.”
”It should really be named 'World Devastator'!” Jing Ming supported his chin with his hands and spoke out what he learned from small picture books. Seeing Bai Xunrong using her broadsword to give a hack at that big man's giant hammer, which made the earth tremble, the mountains sway and knocked the man far away into the air, Jing Ming added in all apparent seriousness: ”Impressive and powerful! F*ck the earth and shatter all!”
When Jing Ming finished his last word, Mu Chen kicked down Jing Ming in a minute, and with his face frozen, Mu Chen trod on Jing Ming's back several times, seemingly to punish him. But Jing Ming, who was under Mu Chen's feet, sounded quite enjoying it. And indeed he was:
'Pity that I cannot turn over because of Master's foot on the back, or I would even lie down here and then my belly can also enjoy being trodden by Master.'
Gu Yunjue glance down at the white boot on Jing Ming's back, his eyes darkening and then fixed on Jing Ming. At the very moment, Jing Ming sensed a cold killing intent for no reason, raised his head and looked around, yet finding no clue of where that killing intent came from. Seeing Jing Ming still not quieting down after being kicked, Mu Chen gave him a hard kick again.
'You little one! Learn no good and even act disobedient to me!'
Although his eyes grew darker, Gu Yunjue still cracked a mild and warm smile on his face, held Mu Chen's hand up close to his lips and gave it a quick kiss, smiling: ”Master, I've remembered that. Female cultivators may be magical beasts. So I will keep my eyes only on Master. You are a treasure for me thousands of times more valuable than any others, even she is an exquisite beauty.”
Hearing that, Mu Chen opened his mouth but failed to utter a word because he had no idea how to correct these words with different interpretations. As a matter of fact, Mu Chen meant to warn his little disciple not to be lecherous, but now it sounded a little bit weird somehow.
Before Mu Chen thought deeper, Gu Yunjue had grabbed his wrist, put one arm around his waist and dragged him away, half pushing and half hugging.
When seeing this scene, other cultivators had gotten used to it and would never feel surprised because cultivators in Lofty Cloud Sect all knew that Gu Yunjue had been spoiled by his Master and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted; besides, Gu Yunjue himself was a talent, so others dared not to judge him.
Jing Ming eventually got up and wanted to pat the footprint on his back, but he found he couldn't reach it. As a result, he just anxiously turned circles at where he was like a little wolfhound turning back to bite its own tail.
Suddenly, Mu Chen asked: ”I plan to take Jing Ting and Jing Ming as my disciples after Jing Ting finishes his closed-up training. What do you think?”
Gu Yunjue smilingly tightened his grip on Mu Chen's hands, seemingly not care about that: ”It's okay if you like, Master. This disciple doesn't mind it.”
Mu Chen was surprised by his generosity.
'Gu Yunjue is so possessive that one more glimpse at others from me will make him jealous. But he does not care a hang about me taking Jing Ting and Jing Ming as disciples today. What's wrong with him?'
Perhaps Gu Yunjue saw through Mu Chen and knew his confusion, so he explained seriously: ”Master, I know you want them to go out to experience, right? Then, the name of Yanyang Palace can save them a lot of troubles.” And far more importantly, Gu Yunjue was no longer content with the master-disciple relationship, but it was not the time to put cards on the table yet.
Mu Chen nodded as that was exactly what he was thinking about and it felt great that his little disciple could understand that.
Back to Yanyang Palace, Mu Chen entered into alchemy chamber again because Yue Mingze had requested a Little Rebirth Pill as the prize for the Four Great Sects Competition.
Sitting on the wooden chair by window under the sunshine, Mu Chen drowsily observed Gu Yunjue and wondered whether he could succeed in refining a Little Rebirth Pill. He knew that his little disciple had such poor talent as a pill alchemist to the point of even making Gods and people furious at his stupidity and believe what he was doing was merely a waste of materials!
Then, Gu Yunjue took a herb and turned back only to see Mu Chen's profile. Sunshine reflected Mu Chen's long eyelashes onto his fair-skinned face and left a fan of shadow, stirring such a strong urge in Gu Yunjue's heart that he couldn't help getting closer to feel the touch of the trembling eyelashes.
Then, Gu Yunjue walked closer to Mu Chen and hugged him from behind with the tip of his nose rubbing against his Master's auricle, saying in a sincere and serious tone: ”Master.”
Pushing the head lying on his shoulder several times, Mu Chen impatiently turned around when Gu Yunjue was also staring at him, the tip of their noses touched and their eyes meeting in the air. Gazing at Gu Yunjue's smiling eyes, Mu Chen's mind wandered in a sudden.
'Little disciple has grown up. What I can see in his eyes does look similar to that in his previous life.'
All of a sudden, Mu Chen felt a quick warmth on his face and was drawn back from his mind-wandering by the gentle and soft touch, then he was ashamed into anger.