177 The Golden Crocodile Douluo who became a demon!
At that moment, a long line of people filed out of the house, waiting as if to give him a welcoming guard of honor.
At the front stood a white-robed old man whose snowy beard hung to his chest; his ash-gray hair was especially striking. Could this really be True Man Hui Xu?
"Youngster! How was the meal?"
"Master, who invites a guest to dine inside the Scripture Pavilion?"
"Old man, you can't possibly know what cultivation art I'm practicing."
"How dare you address our master like that—looking for a beating?"
"Enough. Go clean the Scripture Pavilion—and copy extra sutras tonight."
Puzzled but obedient, the disciples stepped inside—only to find the hall empty, the floor littered with a few scraps of paper.
"Master, he's a thief!"
"No matter, no matter." Smiling, True Man Hui Xu led Chu Feng toward the back mountain.
"Old man, you still haven't answered me—are you good or bad?"
"If I were evil, you'd never have set foot in this Sword Sect."
That logic was hard to refute.
"But…" Chu Feng was utterly bewildered; he itched to learn everything about the sect.
"Less chatter. I never ask a disciple's origins—if you're willing to learn, I'm willing to teach."
True Man Hui Xu was generous to a fault; even the reckless Chu Feng felt no impulse to act up—this old man's strength was clearly extraordinary.
He walked without sound, spoke without breath, showed no spiritual energy, yet remained in a human body—could he be a Tribulation Transcending big-shot?
Just as they reached the back-mountain bamboo grove, Hui Xu turned to leave. "I won't teach you today—go practice in the grove yourself."
Chu Feng thought he was being toyed with and leapt to punch the old man.
With a flick of his sleeve, Hui Xu sent him sailing into the bamboo thicket.
"Ouch, my butt—that geezer has no manners at all."
It really was just bamboo, and dusk had fallen; scenery was impossible to admire, let alone practice any art.
Sleepy, Chu Feng flopped onto the grass.
"Master's really something, letting just anyone trample my bamboo grove and crush my perfect grass."
A clear, melodious female voice drifted over; Chu Feng didn't stir—had to be another of the old man's illusions.
What self-respecting immortal sect would have a female disciple who skipped training?
Instead, the voice lulled him deeper into sleep—where he could dream of doing whatever he pleased.
Suddenly something yanked his ear; the pain felt real. Qian Renxue was still recuperating—how could she be here?
"Agh! Keep pulling and my ear's coming off!" He jolted awake—there really was a girl tugging his ear.
Rubbing his crimson ear, he vowed to teach this unruly creature a lesson.
Caught off guard, he winced at the solid hit; pain forced him to study the bold woman before him.
Holy—stunning beauty!
And the cool big-sister type.
In this immortal paradise her skin had perfect resilience, and the blend of spiritual and natural fragrance was pure perfection.
Chu Feng's nosebleed started; thankfully she wore disciple robes—anything lighter and he might bleed out.
"Did my master Hui Xu toss you in here?" She showed no shyness, flicking a bamboo switch against him.
He wiped his nose, half-knelt in pain. "Can we talk nicely? This is killing me."
"Who told you to act like a lecher—sleeping and making weird noises, staring at me. Want another hit?"
"Grandaunt, I give up. Let me recover first, then we'll chat. I'm Chu Feng, not some rogue."
The usually domineering Chu Feng was tamed in moments—something he'd never imagined.
"I'm the grove caretaker—name's Xiao Wu."
She was free-spirited, distinctive, utterly unconventional yet self-assured.
Her exit felt like deliberate bait, stirring Chu Feng's emotions.
He hobbled after her: lovely name, violent temper—and just now she hadn't even used cultivation power.
Had he met his nemesis? Heaven forbid!
The grove had no proper path; they wound in circles until she led him to a spring-side bamboo hut.
Barely ten square meters—he'd be sleeping rough unless he could share the hut with her.
At the threshold she began undressing, utterly ignoring him—too much even for Chu Feng.
"I'm no brute—could we not be so direct?"
Xiao Wu shot him a glare and muttered an incantation.
The spring water surged like a flood, smashed through his shield, and swallowed him—water he hadn't expected.
Suffocation swept through his mind.
He tried to drink it away but couldn't focus—his head filled with indecent thoughts of her.
"Big sis—I was wrong, please let me go!"
The water receded; Xiao Wu's silvery laugh rang out. "Good you know, brat—don't get ideas about me."
The torrent left the grove a wreck of toppled bamboo and sodden grass.
"Crazy woman… where am I supposed to sleep?"
"See all that fallen bamboo? Build a hut a hundred paces away—and stay away tonight, or else…"
She guffawed, keeping her distance—her way, her rule.
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