Get Lost, Rebellious Disciple (39)

With that, Little Wei impatiently closed her eyes.

She really couldn’t stand listening to this guy’s endless chatter.

Chi Mu had no choice but to stand guard beside Little Wei.

However, what Chi Mu didn’t expect was that barely half an hour after sitting down, a cultivator arrived.

Chi Mu was in the middle of yawning when the sound of footsteps startled him awake.

The newcomer was a rather refined-looking young man who froze for a moment upon seeing the two of them.

"What are you doing here?"

Li Yu never imagined he’d run into Duan Lingyun’s master here.

Wasn’t this like delivering himself right to their doorstep?

Chi Mu had concealed his true strength, so Li Yu didn’t sense any danger at all.

"You got a problem?" Chi Mu raised his eyes to look at Li Yu.

"Fellow Daoist, I just wanted to ask—when did you two arrive here?" Li Yu glanced around. They were still near the entrance, yet they were already meditating?

Cultivators couldn’t possibly rely on demonic energy for cultivation—it’d be like trying to live off nuclear wastewater.

"None of your business." Chi Mu couldn’t be bothered dealing with someone so nosy.

Li Yu pressed his lips together. Right now, he needed to find a way to get rid of this guy.

As he thought this, he leaned down slightly, but before his hand could even touch Little Wei’s wrist, Chi Mu slapped it away with a sharp crack.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me make this clear—don’t go looking for trouble."

His cultivation might be restricted, but that didn’t mean the heavens had stripped him of his ability to fight.

"Heh. Fellow Daoist, I can see right through you. You like this girl, don’t you? Well, guess what—so do I. Since we’re both cultivators, and she hasn’t agreed to dual cultivate with you, what’s the harm in me touching her hand?"

There wasn’t a trace of fear in Li Yu’s eyes—if anything, he looked downright entitled.

"Oh, so that’s what you think, huh?" Chi Mu lowered his head and let out a derisive chuckle before looking back up at Li Yu.

"I don’t know if you’ve lived too long and gotten impatient or what." Chi Mu’s dark, fathomless eyes bore into Li Yu, as if piercing straight through the essence of his soul.

A chill ran down Li Yu’s spine, but before he could explain himself, Chi Mu grabbed him by the collar.

"Judging by your face, you don’t seem like a good person." The corner of Chi Mu’s mouth curled into a faint, unsettling smile.

"What are you doing?!" Li Yu tried to shake off Chi Mu’s grip, but it was useless.

A flicker of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"System! System! Who the hell is this guy?!" Li Yu was genuinely starting to panic.

He could feel his soul stiffening, to the point where he could barely move.

This person in front of him… was terrifying.

Indescribably so.

The system didn’t respond at all.

With a mere thought, Chi Mu saw through Li Yu’s past and present lives, his lips quirking slightly.

If he wasn’t a good person, then he might as well deal with him in passing.

"Ah—!"

A scream later, Li Yu’s corpse collapsed to the ground, instantly devoured by demonic energy until only a bleached skeleton remained.

In Chi Mu’s palm now rested two souls and a red, trembling blob—all three shivering in fear.

Without changing his expression, Chi Mu crushed them into dust with a single squeeze.

Li Yu—and the person inside that shell—were both scum.

After tidying up, Chi Mu finally sat back down beside Little Wei.

"You killed someone?" Little Wei suddenly spoke.

"Yeah. What about it?" Chi Mu glanced at her. "Think I looked cool?"

Little Wei: "..."

"Not really," she said flatly.

This guy’s narcissism was truly top-tier. Who even taught him to be this shameless?

Chi Mu smiled warmly.

"Doesn’t matter. Consider it… me doing something for you." He patted his thigh. "Actually, Gu Yu never told you this, but after you left, I inherited your legacy."

Little Wei gave him a sidelong glance.

"Your cultivation notes, spirit stones—stuff like that. You’d originally meant to leave them to Gu Yu, but you know how mediocre his talent is. So the old sect master ended up giving most of it to me."

As he spoke, Chi Mu seemed almost guilty, even nervously rubbing the back of his hand.

"So… you get how I feel about you now, right?" There was a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

"You’re following me around because you want to honor your father?" Little Wei stroked her chin.

That didn’t sound quite right. She wasn’t the type to just randomly adopt sons.

Chi Mu glanced at the little cat dozing on Little Wei’s shoulder and angrily plucked it off.

"Tiger, bite her." He pressed the Phantom Light Tiger against Little Wei’s face.

"What I mean is… back then, when I was chasing Liu Sisi, it might’ve caused you some trouble. I never expected your father to be so generous as to hand over your cultivation notes and everything to me."

"To the Huaiyang Sect, maybe the old sect master saw some talent in me and let me join. But since he showed me great kindness, and so did you, that’s part of why I’m willing to help you now."

"Of course, there’s another reason—I want to become a god like you."

This was the first time Chi Mu had spoken so openly to Little Wei.

After all those years of arduous cultivation in the Huaiyang Sect, he’d only ever had two pillars in his heart.

"I’ve always wanted two things. First—to inherit your wife." Chi Mu looked straight at Little Wei.

Even though Liu Sisi despised him, back then, Chi Mu had genuinely hoped to become her lover.

A vein throbbed on Little Wei’s forehead. She was itching to slap him.

Listen to this—was this even human speech?!

"Second, I also wanted to become someone like you."

"Sounds like you just wanted to replace me entirely." Little Wei was at a loss for words.

So this guy not only feasted at her funeral but also wanted to marry her wife? The audacity!

"If you had really died back then, would you have wanted her to wait for you forever?" Chi Mu quickly added, bracing for a beating.

That had been his mindset back then—he couldn’t help it. Of course, his thoughts were different now.

Little Wei lowered her gaze. What kind of nonsense was this?

"That hypothetical doesn’t hold up. I don’t want to hear it." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Relax, I don’t like her anymore anyway. Consider that chapter closed—just a dark part of my history. Now, I’m just waiting for you to ascend to godhood." Chi Mu poked Little Wei’s arm.

"Do whatever you want." She rolled her eyes.

"Then… what if I want to see you again in the future?" Chi Mu asked.

"Go jump off a building. Maybe you’ll run into me then." Little Wei wasn’t giving him an inch.

What a joke.

Since when was this bromance thing up for discussion?

"I’m not into you. I’ve figured things out. But if you ever change your mind, I could reluctantly make an exception. And if you prefer girls, I can shapeshift."

Chi Mu’s words grew increasingly absurd, making Si’s face darken.

"Chi Mu, what the hell are you doing?"

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