I'm Not Asking You to Find a Woman

"Chen Xuan, you better think carefully. If you marry into our Demon Sword Sect, one day the position of sect leader might fall to you."

Xia Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he could barely suppress the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You only have this one chance to decide."

"Uncle Xia, I don’t agree. I can’t even marry normally, let alone marry into your family," Chen Xuan said into the phone.

"Fine! I’ll give you ten more days to think it over. If you change your mind during that time, there’s still a chance," Xia Chuan said before hanging up.

"Looks like it’s over. Brother Mu, didn’t expect this to be so easy," Chen Xuan said with a smile to Xu Mu.

Xu Mu only smiled quietly, saying nothing more.

Just now, through the phone screen, he had noticed Xia Sihan’s father seemed to be holding back a laugh.

Although he kept a straight face, Xu Mu caught the subtle details.

Actually, it was only natural for him to feel that way.

Not everyone was like Jiang Sheng.

Xia Chuan had arranged this marriage mostly because of Chen Xuan’s master.

Now that Chen Xuan’s master was dead, there was no reason for Xia Chuan to force Xia Sihan to marry Chen Xuan.

Xu Mu had seen plenty of situations like this before.

Even if Chen Xuan truly married into the Demon Sword Sect, Xia Chuan would likely obstruct them at every turn.

"Miss, it’s time to go," a dark-skinned man in a short-sleeved shirt called out from a distance.

He looked about twenty-five, with an almost shaved head, his exposed arms showing defined muscles.

A huge hiking backpack was strapped to his back, and his eyes warily scanned Xu Mu and Chen Xuan.

"Junior Brother, let’s get going," Xia Sihan waved to Xu Mu.

"Alright, goodbye," Xu Mu nodded.

After seeing Xia Sihan and the others leave, Xu Mu and Chen Xuan began to move.

They didn’t drive anymore but instead walked toward the distant forest.

Xu Mu opened his senses and found the area sparsely populated, indicating few people knew about this place.

"Brother Mu, this huge forest—finding an entrance should be pretty difficult, right?" Chen Xuan asked.

"Exactly. We have to be extremely cautious. Sect experts have obviously found this place too," Xu Mu said, glancing at Chen Xuan. "They’re also dangerous factors."

"I understand," Chen Xuan nodded.

He had heard from his master before that most sect disciples thought highly of themselves.

Especially when it came to ordinary outsiders.

The two wandered aimlessly through the forest. By noon, they still hadn’t found anything.

"Brother Mu, where should we go next?" Chen Xuan leaned against a large tree and asked.

"Where do you think the ruins might be? This time, I’m trusting you," Xu Mu said.

The reason Xu Mu brought Chen Xuan along was to see if someone with such a high destiny rating could actually find the place.

"I have no idea!" Chen Xuan said helplessly. "Don’t trust me; my luck’s always been terrible."

"Let’s just go. If we don’t know, we’ll just search randomly. After all, everyone’s wandering aimlessly," Xu Mu patted Chen Xuan’s back.

"Alright," Chen Xuan nodded and followed his instincts to search through the forest.

Xu Mu kept a close watch on their surroundings, afraid of missing any detail.

After about ten minutes of searching, a sudden rumble came from ahead.

Xu Mu and Chen Xuan exchanged a glance, then both hurried toward the source of the sound.

Xu Mu immediately expanded his senses. When they were about two hundred meters away, he discovered two people engaged in a fight.

The combatants were a man and a woman. The woman was clearly outmatched and quickly retreated, fleeing.

Her escape route led straight toward Chen Xuan’s side.

Before long, the woman brushed past Xu Mu and Chen Xuan.

The man, however, did not give chase but instead turned and walked off in another direction.

“Looks like this forest is full of danger,” Xu Mu murmured.

“Better be careful. Let’s change direction,” Chen Xuan said, heading left.

They hadn’t walked more than five minutes when another fight broke out in the distance within the forest.

This one was even fiercer than before — it seemed a few large trees had been snapped in the struggle.

The two rushed over again.

Using his senses, Xu Mu discovered that this time it was several people against one.

And he happened to recognize one of them.

It was none other than Miao He, the second-in-command of the Zang Ai Family.

Miao He was wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, clearly injured.

“No way! Bro… I told you to find the ruins’ entrance, not to find injured women,” Xu Mu looked at Chen Xuan and said, “One was fine, but now it’s two in a row.”

Chen Xuan scratched his head. “Brother Mu, you’ll get used to it. Last time when we went up the mountain to gather herbs, I ended up running into three injured women in a row.”

“Impressive!”

Xu Mu gave a thumbs-up and immediately ran toward Miao He’s side. “This guy’s a friend. Let’s go!”

Chen Xuan nodded.

...

“Poison Den or Black Soil Village, which one are you from?”

In the distance, within the forest, a man with a square face, clad in a leather jacket and jeans, wielded a long sword as he steadily approached Miao He.

Miao He stared at the man, steadily stepping backward.

“Forget it. No matter where you’re from, you deserve to die! I’ve always hated you Gu practitioners the most,” the man sneered coldly.

Behind him were several young men, all wearing smiles.

“Third Senior Brother, this woman is so beautiful, it’s a pity to kill her.”

“Yeah! Senior Brother hates Gu practitioners, but I don’t.”

...

Zhou Xing turned his face calmly. “You guys don’t know a damn thing! Do you know why I hate Gu practitioners? Because you can’t have fun with them!”

At these words, the young disciples behind him all stopped smiling.

“Usually, women like this carry protective Gu insects. If you dare to do those things to them, the Gu insects will enter your body and devour your flesh and blood.”

Zhou Xing grinned, showing his teeth. “If you want to try, I won’t stop you.”

Everyone there shrank back their heads. No wonder Gu practitioners were so vicious.

“Demoness! Prepare to die!”

Zhou Xing gripped his long sword tightly and swiftly closed the distance to Miao He.

“Overlord Butterfly!”

Two golden butterflies suddenly flew out from Miao He’s body, attacking Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing sneered, and patches of green light appeared on his exposed skin.

Crack!

With one stroke of his sword, he struck one of the butterflies away, then swung his sword fiercely at Miao He. “Falling Leaf Slash!”

Whoosh!

A green sword energy shot rapidly toward Miao He.

The sword energy carried a fierce wind, stirring up a flurry of fallen leaves all around.

The fallen leaves all swirled toward Miao He, blocking her line of sight.

Another giant monarch butterfly immediately positioned itself in front of her.

Hiss!

Sword energy clashed with the butterfly, sparks even flying.

Crack!

But in the end, the butterfly couldn’t withstand the sword energy and was sliced in two.

Miao He looked down at her injured leg—escaping was no longer an option.

It seemed she had no choice but to use that one move.

“What’s going on here?”

Xu Mu’s voice came from a distance.

Everyone here turned to look, and when Miao He spotted Xu Mu, her eyes lit up with joy.

“Xu Mu!”

She called out hurriedly.

[Affection +10]

At this moment, Zhou Xing’s expression remained cold as he glanced at Xu Mu and Chen Xuan. “Who are you? Are you companions of this demoness?”

“Not exactly companions, more like acquaintances,” Xu Mu replied with a smile, spreading his hands. “My name is Xu Mu. I ask that you show some mercy and let her go.”

“What are you? You want the Heavenly Sword Sect to show you mercy?” Zhou Xing sneered with disdain.

Heavenly Sword Sect?

Xu Mu frowned slightly. He recalled that Dai Xingluo wasn’t an outer disciple of this sect.

But he also remembered Dai Xingluo mentioning she had apparently provoked someone and stopped going to the sect altogether.