“......”
The two lying on the ground stared at each other, reading the same emotion in each other’s eyes.
“You bastard...”
The Linen Girl gritted her silver teeth. “And here I thought you were a decent guy. I never expected you to pull a trick like this!”
“This is entrapment!”
“How is this any different from demonic practices?”
“You’re not a good person!”
She threw his own insults right back at him, her face puffing up like a big steamed bun, flushed red with anger.
“Tch, witch!”
Ye Shu shot back without backing down.
“I saved your life, and you repay me by robbing me blind—this is karma!”
“Kid, greed will be the end of you.”
“Damn you...”
Hearing her own mockery parroted back at her, the Linen Girl nearly ground her teeth to dust. She couldn’t believe there was someone this shameless in the world!
And so they stared each other down, neither willing to yield.
“I might as well be talking to a wall,” Ye Shu sighed helplessly. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. How about this: I’ll count to three, and we break the binding spell together. Then we go our separate ways, and pretend none of this ever happened.”
Hearing this, the Linen Girl agreed readily.
“Fine.”
“Alright, I’ll count to three. On three, we lift the spell together.”
“One...”
“Two...”
“Three!”
Ye Shu barked loudly, but nothing happened. They were still bound, staring at each other, the situation awkward as hell.
“You said you’d untie it!”
“You said you’d untie it!”
“I knew you wouldn’t let go!”
“I knew you wouldn’t let go!”
“......”
They spoke at the same time, even using the exact same words.
For a moment, both fell silent.
Damn, it’s like they learned from the same teacher—neither can outplay the other.
“You untie first.”
“You untie first.”
“You untie first.”
“You untie first.”
They sank into another round of standoff, neither trusting the other, just wasting time.
The forest echoed only with their bickering.
By the time the sun began to set in the west, they still hadn’t stopped arguing, trading insults and even moving on to giving each other nicknames.
“Bumpkin!”
“Little Village Girl!”
As their verbal sparring raged on, the Sacred Land disciples, whom Ye Shu had knocked unconscious earlier, finally stirred awake, groaning and rubbing their heads. Blinking groggily, they saw the country bumpkin who had just beaten them up now bound with golden ropes, and the little village girl clutching the sacred medicine also wrapped in golden threads.
It took them a few moments to process the scene.
Though they didn’t know why, it looked like both of them were trapped and couldn’t move.
“Where’s my storage ring?” someone suddenly cried out.
The others realized they had been stripped clean, their belongings gone.
Instantly, seven or eight pairs of eyes shot toward them, glaring at Ye Shu and the Little Village Girl with fury and resentment. “You two must have taken our stuff!”
The leader gritted his teeth, glaring coldly at Ye Shu.
He didn’t know why Ye Shu couldn’t move, but this was a golden opportunity!
At the same time, Ye Shu and the Little Village Girl noticed the group had woken up, and their hearts sank.
Oh, crap.
“Damn it... untie me now...”
Ye Shu lowered his voice, frantically signaling the Linen Girl with his eyes. “Let me loose, or we’re both done for today.”
“Why should I?” the Linen Girl whispered back defiantly. “Why don’t you untie me first? I’m not the one who beat them up and robbed them—what do I have to fear?”
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll cook you alive?” Ye Shu warned dramatically.
After all, this girl’s appearance was hardly appealing—face full of freckles, wearing a headscarf and coarse linen—thoroughly rustic. Who’d bother with her?
“If I untie you, what’s stopping you from running?”
“Then if you untie me, what’s stopping you from running?”
They fell into yet another endless loop, while the group had already surrounded them, glaring coldly at Ye Shu.
“Hey, you were so high and mighty just now, weren’t you?” the lead disciple sneered, fury burning in his eyes. “Now look at you—can’t even move, huh? You hit me pretty hard earlier...”
He clenched his teeth, rage spilling out.
“I let you live, and you don’t know when to quit?” Ye Shu said coldly, his killing intent sharp.
“Kill him!”
Without hesitation, the leader gave the order. He didn’t know why Ye Shu was immobilized, but he knew delay bred trouble. Seeing that Ye Shu really couldn’t move, he acted immediately.
“Yes, sir!”
The disciples responded in unison, striking with full force. Spiritual energy surged as their palm winds howled, aimed straight at his vital points.
Bound by the golden shackles, Ye Shu could only watch the attacks closing in.
Just when all seemed lost—
“Undo!”
A sharp command rang out, and the chains around Ye Shu receded like a tide, clattering to the ground.
“What?”
The group panicked and turned to flee.
But it was too late.
Ye Shu stomped the ground, his figure flashing instantly in front of one disciple. He grabbed the man’s head with one hand and said coldly, “When I couldn’t move, you mangy curs were pretty cocky.”
Then—bang!
The disciple crumpled to the ground, not even letting out a scream.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a flash, a series of dull explosions rang out.
Ye Shu stood alone under the dusk light, casually flicking blood off his hand. He turned to the Linen Girl and barked, “Undo!”
The golden threads fell into his hand, transforming back into a shimmering colorful tree.
“Hmph, I guess you keep your word,” the Linen Girl said, twisting her waist. She wrinkled her nose at the bloody scene but didn’t say more. After all, they had nearly been killed just now.
“Alright, I’m off.”
She picked up the golden lock from the ground, dusted it off, and tucked it into her robe. Waving at Ye Shu, she turned to leave.
“Wait,” Ye Shu called out. “I still don’t know your name.”
Anyone who dared to con him was worth remembering.
“Fine, you’re persistent,” the Linen Girl said, shaking her head. “Listen up! Your granny here has a name I never change, and I sit as I stand. My surname is Mu, single name Xi.”
“Mu as in water and wood, Xi as in sunset—got it?”
Ye Shu nodded. “Good, I’ll remember that.”
I’m keeping this grudge!
“Alright, what’s your name?” Mu Xi crossed her arms, looking at him. “Fair’s fair.”
“Me?”
Ye Shu smiled slightly.
“My name is... Shi Bei.”
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