Yun Ming was also exasperated, of course he wouldn't make things difficult for a fellow disciple.
Little Martial Uncle won't see him, huh? And she even swiped his sword. This feeling seems a bit familiar... it just happened a few days ago.
Suddenly, he understood his master a little.
But... still calling him 'Mom'?
He hadn't been that excessive with Xuan Mingzi.
Did this Little Martial Uncle already spill his secrets to someone else? This is truly unbearable!
A female imp like Little Martial Uncle should be put on a shelf, tied with chains.
And whipped severely!
Whip her until she cries, begging, 'I was wrong, I'll never dare again, you can do anything you want, just let me go!'
No sooner said than done. Not allowed in?
Then he'd force his way in. On the way, he saw that most of the residents of Chenghui Flat were affected by the foul aura, though not deeply.
The more severe cases were just 'What are you looking at? What's it to you? Wanna fight?'
Or they'd directly become love-struck idiots.
"Ah Zhen, even if you're already married and have children, I'll still wait for you! I love you, Ah Zhen, how can I live without you!"
Such public outbursts.
And then there was the chuunibyo youth who blocked Yun Ming's path, "Ah, the Heavenly Dao sent me a perception in the dark! You are my partner to save the world, Big Brother, come with me to Yun Kui Mountain!"
Things of this nature.
Not overly serious, but severely disrupting social order!
Therefore, he was going to act on behalf of Heaven, to cleanse Yun Kui Mountain! Causing others such public humiliation, Little Martial Uncle, you are truly malicious!
Yun Ming exhaled, all his strength and vital energy concentrated at one point, and he directly took off, soaring over the ground disciples.
He landed steadily in Little Martial Uncle's courtyard.
Heh heh, aren't you usually very good at divination?
Did Little Martial Uncle not calculate that today would be your day of great misfortune? Finally, finally, he could legitimately suppress Little Martial Uncle!
Yun Ming's heart was thumping with excitement, his hands trembling, as he gently pushed open the door of Wuji Hall.
"Little Martial Uncle, your death day has arrived!"
"Mmm, Yun'er no, ungh~"
"Yun'er, be gentler, not there..."
Yun Ming had just stepped one foot in when he heard those damn seductive sounds and immediately pulled back, closing the door.
His pupils widened.
Damn it, his ears were acting up.
What the hell was talking? He didn't understand... What was Little Martial Uncle doing? Was 'Yun'er' calling him? There was no one else inside, but he wasn't in the room, was he?
What was this person doing in her room in broad daylight!
You're a cultivator... His face was flushed. The junior brothers and sisters who had followed him were a little confused why their Second Senior Brother didn't go in.
Now it was awkward.
If you don't go in, we'll have to take you away as Little Martial Uncle ordered. We don't want to, Senior Brother, why don't you go inside!
Whatever conflict you have, solve it yourselves.
Don't involve the innocent~
Yun Ming heard the noisy sounds behind him and only then realized that Little Martial Uncle must be playing a trick!
She must have calculated that he would come.
To actually use such a despicable trick, deliberately misleading him, hmph! A petty trick! We cultivators should advance fearlessly! He violently flung open the door and rushed in.
Then he slammed the door shut, preventing any sound from escaping.
"Yun'er, you're here! Why didn't you come in just now? Did you hear something?"
Bai Xian lazily buttoned the front of her top. Beneath it was a close-fitting plain dress, two half-moons pressed against her chest.
Outlining a graceful curve.
Her slender, fair legs were faintly visible, and her bare feet trod on the cool wooden floor.
She was still as uninhibited as ever, merely making a symbolic gesture of buttoning up before moving with lotus-like steps towards Yun Ming.
Step by step, she cornered him against the wall.
The young man's face was burning red. Although he hadn't seen what had just happened, a guess had already formed in his mind.
Little Martial Uncle, you actually did!?
This was too casual, weren't you afraid of being heard?
"You, you, you, you must be deliberately trying to trick me!"
"What is Yun'er saying? Little Martial Uncle doesn't understand. Are you here to question me? It's alright, I'm at your disposal~"
Her fair hand pressed against Yun Ming's chest, and her entire body lunged forward, a smile blossoming at the corner of her lips where he couldn't see.
So much fun~
Yun'er is simply too cute. And he's a transmigrator, yet he claims to be bold and lustful. Isn't he a bit too pure?
Actually, it's not like that. Even in his previous life,
If a man found an older, beautiful sister calling his name and expressing her love, he'd be dumbfounded.
This wasn't a short film!
Yun Ming forced himself to calm down. He was here to settle scores with Little Martial Uncle; how could he let this enchantress disturb his mind?
"Hmph! Where is my Qing Ming Sword? Where is the demonic blade, mubi?"
"Aren't you going to care about Little Martial Uncle first?"
Bai Xian feigned wiping the corner of her eye, then with a flick of her finger, two divine weapons floated into Yun Ming's hands.
"I've given you the things. Anything else? If not, I'm going to continue. Children shouldn't disturb adults doing important things here."
"You're still young~"
As she spoke, she was about to shoo him away.
But Yun Ming suddenly seemed like a different person. He grabbed the back of her collar and sneered, so eager to make him leave?
"Yun'er, don't be like that~"
Her cry was loud, probably audible to those outside the door, but Yun Ming didn't fall for it this time, his face still cold.
"..."
"..."
They looked at each other in silence.
Bai Xian spread her hands, then finally, helplessly, pinched her nephew's little cheek. Really, not cute at all.
How much better if he were a little more shy.
She wrapped her arms around Yun Ming's neck and closed her eyes, as if resigned to his actions. Yun'er was angry, so scary... Little Martial Uncle was just, just.
A little curious about what had happened before, hmph, and she had even researched dual cultivation methods to speed up Yun'er's progress.
How dare he give her a cold shoulder... She's noted it down!
Into the little notebook!
A slight curve appeared at the corner of Bai Xian's lips, very playful.
No wonder he was always so cold-faced back then; it seems the signs were there from childhood. A Sword Immortal of an era is truly 'inhuman' indeed.
And now he still has to obediently hold her, doesn't he?
"Little Martial Uncle, you seem quite happy?"
"Of course, you're holding me... I'm naturally happy."
"How old are you? Can't you be a bit more proper? Who exactly is the Little Martial Uncle, you or I?"
Bai Xian blinked. She covered her head, feigning a headache, "Little Martial Uncle, my head hurts a little. Can you come in and help me look?"
Yun Ming rubbed his forehead. Say a few words to her and she gets even more spirited... But he still complied.
The rest of the matter, of course, was familiar territory.
First, he carried Little Martial Uncle back to bed, then sternly dismissed the fellow disciples who were eavesdropping and watching the show outside the door, choosing a comfortable position... letting the woman lean against his chest.
Then, he controlled the Qing Ming Sword to enter the other party's sea of consciousness.
A moment later.
Yun Ming looked at the scene before him, silent for a long time.
"Little Martial Uncle, you truly don't want to live..."