novelraw Chapter 662 - 212: Who Lifted the Master’s Skirt?_2
Chapter 662 - 212: Who Lifted the Master’s Skirt?_2
Learning swordsmanship is the best choice.
"After the cataclysm, the Evil Qi on this saber grew heavier. I’ve suppressed it here and used the Evil Qi for my cultivation. This allowed the Yin and Yang Qi within me to combine, forming an Emotion Poison... You’ve seen my cultivation experience," Mu Hongyuan pondered. "But I’ve never been able to truly use this saber. Even if I forcefully grip it with my current cultivation, I can’t mobilize the power within. It seems to be governed by some special rule."
In the game, this saber wasn’t particularly powerful. Initially, it only had a lifesteal attack, but after a series of forging enhancements, it gained other abilities as well. However, its origin was far from simple.
"Why can Piao Miaoxu wield this saber?" Mu Hongyuan looked at Wang Mu. "What is your relationship with her?"
Wang Mu remained silent. A sword and a saber... That sword helped Heroine Yan slay the Immortal Sect. Naturally, neither was an ordinary item.
Wang Mu closed his eyes, pondering for a long time before slowly saying, "I roughly understand her purpose."
"What do you understand?" Mu Hongyuan pressed. "I’m asking you, what is your relationship with her?"
"A hostile one, of course," Wang Mu said. "Have you forgotten we’ve been adversaries for so many years? Besides, you all must know more about her than I currently do, right?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Hongyuan averted her gaze.
"An Qixiu has met with all of you," Wang Mu said. "Piao Miaoxu was sealed by her. You all should know that..."
"You went to Yuhuan Immortal Mansion?" Mu Hongyuan was taken aback. "Who opened the door for you... Mo Xilan?"
"Who else?"
"That woman..." Mu Hongyuan gritted her teeth.
"You’ve also kept quite a few things from me," Wang Mu said flatly.
"Keeping things from you was for your own good," Mu Hongyuan retorted. "Your cultivation was weak back then. Knowing too much wouldn’t have benefited you."
"And now?" Wang Mu asked.
Mu Hongyuan shook her head slightly. "I don’t know what she wants the Shadow Hong Saber for..."
"Where did she go?" Wang Mu asked, looking at the gradually closing spatial rift. She used the Shadow Hong Saber to slice open space and flee.
"What, you want to chase after her and retrieve the Shadow Hong Saber?" Mu Hongyuan challenged. "She might not survive where she’s gone. You don’t need to go. Going to that place is suicide for her."
"The Eight Desolate Netherworld, right?" Wang Mu stated. "You think she went there, expecting to be devoured by the Dark Alien Race?"
Mu Hongyuan’s eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know about that? And the Dark Alien Race..."
Then, Mu Hongyuan gave Wang Mu a long, appraising look. Her expression shifted, and she regarded him with a knowing smirk. "Was it your Yan Sword Immortal who told you?"
It wasn’t Yan Sword Immortal who told me, Wang Mu thought. I knew it anyway. But how did Mu Hongyuan immediately guess it was Yan Sword Immortal who told me about the Eight Desolate Netherworld?
"So, how was it with your Yan Sword Immortal?" Mu Hongyuan pressed, a suggestive lilt in her voice.
Wang Mu was speechless.
She seems to have figured it out... It’s not surprising she found out...
"Hmph," Mu Hongyuan chuckled, her voice dripping with seduction. "The last time I saw you, your Primordial Yang was intact. Your cultivation was shallow, so I had you use external Dual Cultivation to help me alleviate my Emotion Poison, afraid of harming you."
"But seeing you this time, your Primordial Yang is broken, Yin and Yang have converged... Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"Yan Sword Immortal certainly has her methods..."
"What, nothing to say? Pinning Yan Sword Immortal down in bed, watching her, usually so icy, gasping beneath you... That must have been quite a thrill for Brother Mu, hmm?"
Her tone was a cocktail of teasing and sarcasm. Though her smile was charmingly seductive, her eyes flashed with a sharp, intense light.
"I think we should discuss important matters now," Wang Mu said, glancing at Gu Yuqing. "Your disciple’s current condition..."
Looking at her, Wang Mu felt a pang of sorrow.
As for Gu Yuqing, though I initially saw her merely as a tool to gain favor and items, I never crossed any lines, especially considering my relationship with Mu Hongyuan. Yet, because of Piao Miaoxu, we kept getting intermittently entangled. For such a beautiful and captivating girl to like me—even though I found it hard to understand and somewhat burdensome—I couldn’t deny a faint, secret pleasure. And now she was gone...
"What about her condition?" Mu Hongyuan said coolly. "What, can’t bear to see it? Developed feelings? Smitten by my disciple’s unparalleled beauty, feeling sorry for her? She likes you a great deal, you know..."
As she spoke, Mu Hongyuan stared intently at Wang Mu. "Our charming and passionate Saint Dongfang Mu, surely you’re not thinking of taking both master and disciple for yourself?"
"I’ve never thought that!" Wang Mu raised his hands as if taking an oath. "Besides, you know I was completely unaware of her identity at first. Once I found out, I deliberately kept my distance."
"So, I was the one hindering you two all along?" Mu Hongyuan laughed.
Wang Mu frowned. Mu Hongyuan must be in a terrible mood right now. It’s no wonder, really. Witnessing her disciple self-destruct, the Shadow Hong Saber being stolen, and then there’s me and Yan Sword Immortal...
"Sister Mu," Wang Mu said, his gaze fixed on Mu Hongyuan. "Can we please put these matters aside for now? Once this is all over, I’ll agree to whatever you wish. I won’t say another word against it."
Mu Hongyuan was startled. She looked into his eyes, her lips moved as if to speak, but then she turned away. After a moment, she said, "Are you determined to get yourself killed?"
"Don’t worry. If I go to that place," Wang Mu paused, "I’m truly not seeking death..."
"I sensed the seal loosening some time ago. Your Yan Sword Immortal must have gone there, right?" Mu Hongyuan narrowed her eyes. "Do you think she can protect you there? In the Eight Desolate Netherworld, she can barely protect herself! What do you possibly think you can do?"