This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

Chapter 508: Chapter 361: Come on, kill me! (Please subscribe!)

_within the mountain._

A thin old man, enveloped in a black robe, walked out.

He held Wan Qian hostage, with flames burning in his eyes, and looked at Xu Yang coldly, saying, “How do you know I’m here?”

“???”

Xu Yang frowned.

During his high school years, he was a top-six student, and his spoken English was only slightly worse than his listening comprehension. He could still understand such simple words.

However, Xu Yang was not willing to communicate in English.

He said lightly, “Speak in Chinese!”

Lying on the ground, Chris Smith shouted, “He asked how you know he’s here!”

“Fuck you!”

Under the black robe, the thin old man abruptly turned his head to look at Chris, and angrily said, “You are a jerk…”

Xu Yang didn’t hear the rest of the jumble of words.

Chris shouted again, “He said ‘fuck your mother,’ and called me a jerk who does more harm than good. He wants to know how you found this place, Celestial Master Xu!”

Xu Yang: “You don’t have to translate the insults for me.”

But…

Were these two guys familiar with himself?

So, was Chris pretending to be ignorant before to protect this old mage hiding inside the mountain?

Speaking of Chris.

After translating, he burst into a hysterical rage at the thin old man, “Go fuck your mother! You guys left me in this godforsaken place for twenty years, do you know how I’ve survived these twenty years?”

“Spirits Management Bureau agents are everywhere outside, if I, a foreigner, wandered out, I’d be watched!”

“It’s been fucking twenty years, and you’ve never thought of taking me back. Now I’m risking my life to protect you, and you dare to curse me?”

Of course.

He was speaking English, and the speed of his speech was very fast. Xu Yang couldn’t catch any of it, only hearing a series of “fuck.”

The thin old man babbled, spraying spittle everywhere.

Chris grew even angrier.

He roared one after another, and if he weren’t nailed to the ground, he could have fought the thin old man with his life. While frantically responding to the old man, he translated their arguments to Xu Yang.

From this, Xu Yang learned that the old man was called “Charlie Tompson,” a member of the “Magician’s Union” and a “Saint Mage” from the West.

Xu Yang didn’t know much about the Western cultivation system.

He only knew that the former “Blue Star’s strongest man” was a Milander, nicknamed “Thunder God.”

In terms of verbal prowess, the old mage was clearly no match for Chris.

He was scolded to the point of losing his mind. The knife in his hand shook and scratched a bloody mark on Wan Qian’s neck.

Wan Qian, who had fallen into a stupor, slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Yang hurriedly said, “Stop arguing… Chris, shut up!”

But Chris ignored Xu Yang’s words, continuing his verbal bombardment.

Xu Yang swung his hammer, hitting Chris directly in the mouth, creating a bloody mess. The quarrel between the two finally ceased.

Seeing that the two foreign friends finally quieted down under his friendly persuasion, Xu Yang said, “Mr. Charlie… I heard that you Westerners value gentlemanly demeanor. You, as a mage of noble status, are holding a weak woman hostage to threaten me. Isn’t that beneath your dignity?”

Charlie spouted in English.

Xu Yang didn’t quite understand and looked at Chris.

Chris’s mouth was a bloody mess after being hit by the hammer, and even though his healing powers were freakish, it would take some time to recover. So, Xu Yang moved his fingers… Zing!

The peach wood sword that was nailed to Chris’s right shoulder blade flew up.

Chris immediately understood, and withstanding the pain, wrote on the ground, “I can’t write Chinese.”

Xu Yang understood this sentence.

It meant that Chris could speak Chinese but couldn’t write it.

On second thought… it made sense.

So Xu Yang moved his fingers again, Zing…

The peachwood sword turned back into a sword light, and nailed itself into Chris’s right shoulder blade again.

Meanwhile, Wan Qian remained calm.

She translated, “Xu Yang, he means that you are famous in the Da Xia martial world, as the true leader of the Da Xia Martial Arts Alliance and the number one fighter in Da Xia… It’s not excessive for him to use any means to deal with you!”

“Shut up!”

The gaunt old man, Charlie, glared with fury in his eyes as he scolded her. He then sternly said in halting Chinese, “Master Xu… like Chris, I am here to infiltrate Da Xia on a mission and gather intelligence. I have no intention of becoming your enemy. Chris called this lady here unintentionally. If you promise to spare my life, I will let her go!”

He actually knows Chinese?

Before Xu Yang could respond, Wan Qian yelled, “Xu Yang, don’t worry about me… Kill him! Damn it, how dare you take me hostage!? You’re asking for death!”

She even thrust her neck forward, seemingly wanting to rub against the dagger.

It frightened the gaunt old man, who was afraid Wan Qian would really die. He quickly used his power to bind her and yelled, “What are you doing? You really think I won’t kill you?”

“Come on!”

Ever since Wan Qian was bitten by a werewolf, her temper had flared up more than ever. Despite her body being bound, she could still speak. She sneered, “If you dare, kill me… You think I’m afraid to die?”

“Pah!”

“I’ve had enough! I have werewolf blood in me. I don’t know when I’ll transform into a monster. I’d rather die than deal with it any longer.”

“Ugh…”

The old man clammed up.

He had picked a hostage that didn’t give a damn!

What’s more, Xu Yang interjected, “Wan Qian, don’t worry. After you die, I’ll personally go to Fengdu City to bring you back. I’ll get a decree from Lord Cui, and you can choose to be a mountain, river, or land deity, ghost official, or grim reaper.”

Of course,

Those words were just to ease the situation.

After all, his wives were either ghosts, demons, or zombies. Now he finally had Wan Qian. Although she had werewolf blood inside her, it was temporarily suppressed by his power. Maybe he’d find a way to solve this problem once his strength increased.

The gaunt old man’s mentality nearly collapsed. He yelled, “You think I’m an idiot? We, the Magician’s Union, specifically set up a research group to investigate the legends of Da Xia. Fengdu City is the Underworld Hell, where, after death, souls face trial from the judge. How can you bring her back so easily?”

“Heh heh.”

Wan Qian mocked, “You, a foreigner, understand Da Xia’s culture?”

“About the Underworld Palace…my father-in-law, my husband’s father, is the emperor of the Underworld. Isn’t it up to my husband’s words whether I can come back or not?”

Charlie was speechless.

He recalled the “Magician’s Union” records about Xu Yang that they gathered while in Da Xia. Among the records, there was mention that Xu Yang was the son of the Underworld Emperor of Fengdu. But this information had not been confirmed.

Could it…

…be true?

Fuck!

Shit!

Charlie raged in his heart. Why were the Eastern divine spirits like the gods of Mount Olympus, always leaving a trail of lovers behind them in the human world?

Although cursing in his heart,

Charlie released Wan Qian on the surface, the dagger falling to the ground with a slight clatter. “Haha… Master Xu, I was just joking with you. You don’t mind, do you?”

Xu Yang: “……”

Wan Qian: “……”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She picked up the gem-encrusted dagger from the ground, turned around and stuffed it back into Charlie’s hand. With a furious expression on her beautiful face, she yelled, “You son of a bitch, why didn’t you kill me?”

“I want to die! I want to get rid of the disgusting monster gene in me! I want to become a ghost and stay with Xu Yang forever, but I can’t bear to kill myself. And now, just when I finally have a chance to die, you decided not to kill me?”

Charlie: “……”

He looked at the dagger in his hand, then at the furious Wan Qian. The fire in his eyes had died down significantly, replaced by a brilliant sword light.

With a thunk!

Charlie’s head flew into the air.

As his head screamed midair,

“No!”

“Xu Yang, I’ve already put down my weapon. You can’t kill me. This isn’t gentlemanly… I’m a council member of the Western Sorcerer Association. If you kill me, you’ll be declaring war on them!”

……

PS: Second update, stay tuned.