Chapter 236: How Old Are You, Are You Married?
The Eight-Clawed Frog stared at Wuming, its aura menacing.
It was almost as big as Wuming, if one ignored the things wriggling beneath its skin.
Its overall appearance was slightly better than other Demonic Beasts.
Only slightly, though.
Wuming seemed to subtly observe the Eight-Clawed Frog’s movements.
Seeing its opponent’s massive jaw begin to bulge, Wuming quickly picked up a stone from the ground.
In that brief moment, the Eight-Clawed Frog spat out a large glob of disgusting-looking mucus from its mouth.
It flew with incredible speed towards Wuming’s location.
As Wuming bent down to pick up the stone, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, his body flashed, and he simultaneously threw the stone into the Eight-Clawed Frog’s gaping maw.
“Croak—”
The Eight-Clawed Frog let out an unpleasant, piercing cry as the stone lodged in its throat, causing some pain.
Instantly enraged, it leaped towards Wuming.
Wuming raised an eyebrow; a body with Spiritual Energy was indeed different.
In reality, his reflexes and speed were top-notch, but here, his speed was even faster.
This was the difference a Spiritual Root made.
This Game was truly magical.
These thoughts flashed by in an instant. As the Eight-Clawed Frog leaped, Wuming immediately ran towards a large tree nearby.
A Cultivator watching the scene from not far away raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Quite quick reflexes.”
He could tell at a glance that this person hadn’t officially joined a Sect yet, but the overflowing Spiritual Energy indicated they had a Spiritual Root.
Once Wuming was on the tree, his movements were more agile than an ordinary person’s, leaping and dodging among the branches.
The Eight-Clawed Frog was also fast, but under these circumstances, it couldn’t catch him.
Although it looked quite pathetic in the eyes of a Cultivator, being able to contend with a First Order Demonic Beast with an ordinary person’s body was already remarkable.
Furthermore, he managed to injure the Eight-Clawed Frog without any weapons.
The Cultivator pondered for a moment and then acted. With a casual flick of his finger, a vine as thick as a wrist suddenly grew from beneath the Eight-Clawed Frog, piercing directly through its body.
The Eight-Clawed Frog died on the spot.
Seeing the Eight-Clawed Frog’s miserable state, Wuming immediately turned towards the Cultivator.
The Cultivator was a bit plump and had a smiling, amiable demeanor when he looked at people.
However, with a keen mind, one could notice him subtly observing Wuming: “I see you possess a Spiritual Root, why haven’t you officially embarked on the Cultivation Path?”
And upon seeing Wuming’s face, even though he was a man, he was inwardly stunned for a moment.
The main reason was that on the Yunzhou Continent, there were no purely Western-looking faces.
Only in very distant lands were there Human Races with exotic styles.
A face like Wuming’s, with deep-set eyes and a broad brow, so beautiful it could be called pretty, was extremely rare.
Such a handsome face appearing in the wilderness?
Wuming carefully observed the person before him, weighing what kind of excuse to use, and finally chose a half-truthful approach.
“I don’t remember very well.”
“Hmm?”
This person was Fang Shuiguan of the Falling Plum Sect. Hearing this, he was somewhat surprised: “You don’t remember very well?”
A hint of confusion appeared in Wuming’s eyes at the right moment, “I only remember… many people died…”
Fang Shuiguan’s eyes sharpened.
Looking at him, it was clear his family had suffered a great disaster.
He had a Spiritual Root but hadn’t cultivated, and was so beautiful. Had he been confined by his family and never allowed out before?
Fang Shuiguan was wary of such a person.
Judging by his appearance, his Spiritual Energy was indeed very shallow.
“Then where are you from?”
This was easy to answer.
Wuming shook his head, “I don’t remember.”
Fang Shuiguan frowned slightly.
He asked again, “Then what is your name?”
“Wuming.”
Wuming, not even a proper name.
Fang Shuiguan was silent for two seconds. He didn’t want to get involved.
Wuming then cupped his fists and bowed slightly towards Fang Shuiguan, “Thank you for saving me just now.”
Fang Shuiguan was taken aback.
Then he asked, “Where are you going?”
Wuming shook his head, “I… don’t know.”
The System watched and sighed, “Why are all you Players so good at acting when you enter?”
Homeless, nowhere to go.
But Fang Shuiguan remained cautious. How could someone so beautiful appear within the vicinity of the Guanhai Sect for no reason?
Fang Shuiguan was here to participate in a Match. He was slightly better than the three Players from the Longevity Sect, but he was eliminated before the second day.
So he was now on his way back to the Falling Plum Sect.
His initial act of assistance was just a moment of kindness.
Now, Fang Shuiguan didn’t want to bring back someone of unknown origin.
However, as he was about to leave, Wuming said nothing, thanked him, and prepared to walk in the opposite direction.
Fang Shuiguan watched him walk ahead alone. This was a place with no villages or shops, and Demonic Beasts roamed. For someone who hadn’t even entered a Sect, wasn’t that courting death?
Thinking of that face, so beautiful it left him speechless, Fang Shuiguan couldn’t help himself: “Where are you going?”
Wuming shook his head, this time stating directly, “I don’t know, I’m just walking.”
Fang Shuiguan: “…”
Fang Shuiguan looked around.
He couldn’t help but size up Wuming again.
After all, he grew up in a Small Sect, so Fang Shuiguan wasn’t inclined to think the worst.
Besides, this person…
If he ignored him, and someone with ill intentions found him, he would surely be taken advantage of.
After a moment of thought, Fang Shuiguan still said, “Why don’t you come back to the Falling Plum Sect with me to stay for a while?”
From his appearance alone, he couldn’t tell what kind of Spiritual Root the other person had. Fang Shuiguan only assumed Wuming was an ordinary person and didn’t think much of it.
—Purely based on his looks.
Wuming turned his head. Although he had no impression of this Sect, his plan included going with the flow. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, “Is that okay?”
“It’s fine, let’s go.”
Fang Shuiguan raised his hand and summoned a Flying Magic Treasure, which was a branch with plum blossoms, but people could sit on the branches.
This was quite in line with the style of the Falling Plum Sect.
Fang Shuiguan brought Wuming back to the Falling Plum Sect.
The Falling Plum Sect was nestled by mountains and water, with beautiful scenery.
Conversely, there weren’t many plum blossoms in the Sect; instead, there were more conventional buildings.
Along the way, they encountered several Disciples who greeted Fang Shuiguan with surprise: “Senior Brother Fang is back?”
Fang Shuiguan greeted them all with a smile.
It seemed he had a very good temper.
As for Wuming behind him, almost every Disciple who saw him would freeze for a moment.
Upon entering the Sect, into a magnificent Pavilion built against the mountain, a Female Cultivator in a white dress suddenly flew out, weeping profusely.
“Senior Brother, my father said he wants me to marry Zhang Xiuwen of the Fierce Eagle Sect in a year, but I haven’t even met him, and my heart belongs only to the Senior Disciple Brother—”
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Wuming following behind Fang Shuiguan.
The Female Cultivator instantly stopped crying, wiped her tears, and with a gentle demeanor as if nothing had happened, asked Wuming.
“May I ask, esteemed Fellow Daoist, how old are you, and are you married?”
Writing today was very difficult, and I wasn’t very satisfied. My preference is for lighthearted and humorous plots, so the subsequent plot needs to be carefully planned. I will post the remaining three chapters during the day, as early as possible.
