r18novel Chapter 2: Yun Ming's Frustration
Chapter 2: Yun Ming's Frustration
"Hakimi oh North and South Green Beans ~ Asigaya Kona Roh ~"
Yun Ming's soul communication device rang, and the contact person displayed was Ya Li. Although he knew that the tragedy had already happened, he still pressed the answer button. Ya Li's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent scene.
"Brother Ming, Sister Yue, she..."
Her voice was filled with unease, helplessness, self-blame, and fear.
Who on earth could, without anyone noticing, and on the most secure and sacred island in the entire continent—an island even the mighty Holy Spirit Cult dared not forcibly enter—sever Long Yeyue's right hand? Such an extraordinary method would instill fear in those with higher cultivation levels.
Faced with Long Yeyue's injuries, Ya Li, the Holy Spirit Douluo and the most powerful healing-type Soul Master on the entire continent besides Bi Ji, was completely helpless!
She recognized the extreme fire and the element of destruction on it individually, but the fact that they did not destroy each other's elemental structure, but instead complemented each other and brought out their maximum destructive power, made Yali even more alarmed.
"You did it, didn't you?!"
Yun Ming was instantly enraged, his hair stood on end, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were practically splitting open.
The Master is like a father, and the Master's wife is like a mother!
Those who insult the teacher's wife will be insulted in the underworld; those who harm the teacher's wife will be killed in the underworld!
This machine-like being has found a way to die!
The terrifying pressure of the ultimate quasi-god and the mental storm of the Divine Origin Realm were unleashed. Even a level 98 Heavenly Phoenix Douluo had to activate his Four-Word Battle Armor to resist it. He picked up the Sky-Supporting Spear with one hand and pointed it directly at Su Jiu's clone, the culprit who caused all of this.
Leng Yaozhu stood alone in front of Su Jiu's clone. Su Jiu was her younger brother whom she had raised herself, and even though she knew it was his clone, she would not allow anyone to destroy it.
She showed no fear, meeting Yun Ming's towering spear head-on, cold and resolute, pointing at him and retorting.
"Sect Master Yun, evidence! Please give me evidence!"
"Don't think you're the only one with a mouth who can say whatever you want! Anyone can make false accusations without evidence, right? You, as the dignified head of the Sea God Pavilion, are really arrogant, calling a deer a horse and slandering someone's innocence. Aren't you just bullying honest people?!"
"Sister Yaozhu is right! Pavilion Master Yun, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just throw accusations around! I'm just a Soul Saint, do you really think a mere Soul Saint can hurt someone at Limit (limited to S3)? You, as someone at Limit, should know this well, so be careful what you say..."
Su Jiu's clone retorted in time, saying that the main body did this, so what did it have to do with this clone?
It merely provides the host with a view, and it's completely harmless!
Meanwhile, an innocent pixelated expression appeared on the screen, which was somewhat cute, but Yun Ming found it extremely annoying!
Yun Ming took a big step forward, the cold glint of his spear tip carrying his will and anger, aimed directly at Leng Yaozhu's throat, just three steps away.
Why should the number one person on the mainland reason with these thugs from the Spirit Pagoda? He should just fight them!
"Deputy Tower Master Leng, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"The Sea God Pavilion Master beat up an honest man!"
"Yun Ming, the master of the Sea God Pavilion, has killed someone!"
"Yun Ming is running naked in the street!"
"The Sea God Pavilion Master was harassing Leng Yaozhu in the street!!!"
……
In an instant, loudspeakers in the surrounding streets blared out ear-piercing noises, conveying a strong sense of grievance and urgency, as if it were a genuine outpouring of emotion, a true performance.
Leng Yaozhu's lips twitched; Ajiu's younger brother's tricks were still too ruthless.
She turned to look at Yun Ming, whose face was so black it looked like you could scrape soot from the bottom of a pot. He was furious, but he found some amusement in the frustrated number one on the continent. She smiled and her shoulders trembled slightly.
"Shut up! You have slandered me, the master of this sect, defiling my reputation and tarnishing my name. You wretched creature, you deserve to die!"
The Sky-Piercing Spear, imbued with a fierce intent, bypassed Leng Yaozhu, who was blocking its path, at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, and thrust straight at Su Jiu's clone.
Just then, three terrifying, extreme pressures suddenly descended, locking onto Yun Ming alone!
The long staff, engraved with a white-gold dragon encircling it, smashed into the tip of the Sky-Piercing Spear with an unstoppable momentum. The will to fight the heavens and the will to be the pinnacle of the continent collided violently, shattering glass within a radius of several thousand meters and breaking the bright white clouds!
The visitors were none other than the former tower master, Qian Gu Dieyan, and his two extreme sons, Qian Gu Dongfeng and Qian Gu Qingfeng!
These are the three limits of the Qian Gu family!
"Heh heh~ Is this ancient thief in such a hurry to die?"
"How dare you! Yun Ming, do you really think you're invincible? Do you believe that today the three of us, father and sons, will beat the shit out of you, then beat you back into your shit, and finally use your shit to beat you again!"
Qian Gu Die Yan, Qian Gu Qing Feng, Leng Yao Zhu, Su Jiu: "..."
Isn't "The East Wind Through the Ages" too depressing?
Yun Ming's dignity was humiliated once again. He pointed the Sky-Piercing Spear at Qian Gu Dong Feng, giving this little thief Qian Gu a taste of his own medicine!
Facing three supreme beings, Yun Ming was not afraid. No matter how many paper tigers there are, they can never defeat a true dragon.
Because a dragon is a dragon!
"Haha~ Yun Ming, you don't actually think you can defeat two Dragon Staff Cores and a Hellfire Halberd all by yourself with just one spear, do you? Arrogant brat, you don't know your own limitations!"
"You petty thief, all you can do is talk the talk. In my opinion..."
Yun Ming's words came to an abrupt end.
Without him.
That deadly yet familiar sense of crisis struck again, even surpassing the feeling emanating from these three ancient thieves before him. If he insisted on continuing, he had a premonition that he would likely die here today. Yun Ming particularly hated this feeling of being out of his control!
But Yun Ming was also a pragmatic person. He knew that he could enjoy his momentary pleasure and revenge, but Shrek Academy could not do without him. He was Shrek's pillar of strength. Reason pulled him back in time.
Compromise, give up.
Although it was humiliating, he had no choice but to put his Sky-Piercing Spear away.
"A 100,000-year-old immortal herb is impossible. Shrek Academy can only give you a 10,000-year-old one at most. Take it or leave it!"
"Okay, deal!"
"Pavilion Master Yun can take us back directly; this is our way of showing our sincerity. Furthermore, given Pavilion Master Yun's character, I believe you should be able to give us our immortal herbs today."
Su Jiu's clone immediately agreed to Yun Ming's request. In his view, 100,000 years was obviously an exorbitant demand, biting at Yun Ming's vital artery. Moreover, it was not easy to get Yun Ming to compromise.
Yun Ming was displeased by these words. They even threatened his character. Was he the kind of person who didn't keep his word?
He immediately threw away a wilted, ancient chrysanthemum.
Let it air out; it'll make a nice chrysanthemum tea.
Yun Ming led the five captured people into flight in a disheveled state. Su Jiu on the rooftop also put away the Flame Demon Roar, removed the Void from his body, and had a smug look on his lips.
"Finally, we managed to scrape some gold paint off this giant Buddha statue. It wasn't easy..."
The next moment, Leng Yaozhu's graceful figure appeared, her face filled with relief. She stepped forward and, following the image in her memory, gently patted Su Jiu's head and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Little brother Ajiu, the old tower master was overjoyed to hear that you knocked off Long Yeyue's right hand. He even said he would reward you handsomely!"
"Hehe, Yaozhu-jie, it's what I should do."