Missing Thoughts Literature

Three Young Girls Beat Up a Fifty-Year-Old Man in the Street?

"Damn it."

The old man struck the protective barrier several more times. Once he confirmed there was nothing he could do, he decided to endure the pain and flee.

Evil Cultivators cultivated quickly, but their lifespans were shorter than those of righteous-path disciples.

An ordinary Golden Core cultivator could live five hundred to eight hundred years, while an Evil Cultivator could only live three hundred to five hundred.

His lifespan was now nearly exhausted, yet he had never been able to form a Nascent Soul. That was why he had risked everything to come to Xiaoyao Town in search of an opportunity.

Just now, he had been hiding in the shadows when he saw a little Qi Refining girl actually buy a Nascent Soul demon beast. His greed had stirred, and he had planned to rob her and run.

He had never expected her to possess such a treasure.

"Don't even think about running."

Yun Luo's fingers danced, and the Binding Immortal Rope flew from her sleeve, lunging at the old man like a jiaolong emerging from the sea.

But the old man's cultivation had always been high, and his usual life of stealing, swindling, and abducting had filled his escape skill tree to the brim.

Yun Luo was only at the Qi Refining stage and could not bring the Binding Immortal Rope's speed to its fullest potential.

The Binding Immortal Rope merely brushed the old man's clothes before he escaped.

Just as Yun Luo was regretting it, a flash of cold light appeared before her. When she looked closely, she saw a Spirit Sword suspended in midair, its tip aimed directly at the old man's brow.

The sword's blade was long and sharp, dark golden light flowing around it. Runes could vaguely be seen moving across its edge, as though it possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Yun Luo did not spare it another glance. She once more used her spiritual power to activate the Binding Immortal Rope.

"Bind!"

This time, the Binding Immortal Rope encountered no obstruction. It tied the man up like a supermarket-bound hairy crab.

She quickly sent Chu Li and Su Xanyu a message through her Jade Slip, then withdrew the protective barrier and walked toward Pei Yanqing.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for lending a hand."

If this Evil Cultivator had failed and still been allowed to escape, he might have harmed others in the town.

Pei Yanqing recalled his Spirit Sword. His divine sense remained locked onto the Evil Cultivator as he spoke sparingly.

"No need."

At that moment, Chu Li and Su Xanyu arrived riding their swords.

"Little Junior Sister, are you hurt?"

The two of them grabbed her arms and inspected her carefully.

"I'm fine. The treasure Master gave me is incredibly powerful."

Su Xanyu stepped forward and viciously kicked the old man in the kidney.

"Tired of living, are you? You dared make a move in Hehuan Sect territory."

A clear crack of breaking bone rang out. The men present all felt as if that kick had landed on their own bodies.

Chu Li also walked over, and the two of them gave the old man a mixed doubles beating.

"I won't dare again! Fairy, spare my life! Fairy, spare my life!"

The old man begged repeatedly. If it had been anyone else, they might have simply beaten him up and thrown him out of town.

But the spiritual energy throughout this old man's body was murky. He had clearly cultivated sinister techniques, and he had to die.

"Now you know fear? Why didn't you think about dying when you wanted to lay hands on my Junior Sister?"

Chu Li kicked him again.

Ordinarily, she would not have been a match for this old man. But now that he was bound by the Binding Immortal Rope and locked down by that Sword Cultivator's divine sense, unable to mobilize even a thread of spiritual power, he was no different from a mortal.

She tossed out a talisman. The instant it landed on the old man, roaring flames burst forth.

The old man howled in agony. In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to ashes, leaving behind only a Golden Core radiating black qi.

Chu Li crushed the Golden Core as well before finally thanking Pei Yanqing.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for lending a hand. This is a token of appreciation from our Hehuan Sect."

She took out a stack of talismans. Though they were all middle-grade and lower-grade, they could still sell for quite a few Spirit Stones outside.

Pei Yanqing wanted to say there was no need, but someone's hands were faster than his.

"You're too polite, Fellow Daoist."

Lu Jing accepted them without the slightest hesitation. These were talismans, after all. Their Qinglian Sword Sect was sorely lacking in them.

Su Xanyu had recognized the two of them long ago and gave a slight nod.

She had originally wanted to give them something too, but the appearances of her spiritual artifacts were a little improper, so she could only offer verbal thanks.

Yun Luo had plenty of treasures, but they had all been given to her by her Senior Sisters. After thinking it over, she could only offer several Yellow Grade spirit plants she had picked up herself.

"Fellow Daoist, you're too polite."

Pei Yanqing had not wanted to accept them. After all, the two sides had merely been buyer and seller.

She had bought his things, and it was only natural that he would escort her.

But seeing her insistence, he ultimately accepted them.

"Farewell, Fellow Daoists."

Seeing that half the day was nearly gone, Chu Li called Yun Luo and the others over. "It's getting late. Let's go back."

Su Xanyu summoned a Spirit boat. Three people and one Pallas's Cat leaped aboard, and moments later, they vanished into the Sea of Clouds.

The moment the three of them arrived at Lingxi Peak, they received a message ordering them to Taihe Peak to discuss welcoming their Martial Ancestor out of seclusion.

Su Xanyu could only change direction. When they reached Taihe Peak, they discovered that all the Direct Disciples had arrived.

They hurried over. Fortunately, the Sect Leader had not yet come out to speak, while several elders were gathered around Qin Mushuang, chattering away about something.

Pulled closer by Chu Li, Yun Luo saw her master eating a Zhu Lin Fruit.

"...That child A Shuang insisted on bringing it back for me. She's truly promising now, daring to pick the fruit of an Earth Grade spirit plant while only at the Golden Core stage."

"..."

The Three Sisters fell silent. The usually stern Mu He actually had such a side to her.

Elder Zhu from the Refining Hall spoke in a sour tone.

"I heard A Shuang also brought back a piece of Dragon Crystal Iron?"

Mu He answered for Qin Mushuang.

"Indeed she did. But Junior Sister, don't get any ideas about that Dragon Crystal Iron. Aside from sect-assigned tasks, treasures obtained by disciples while outside have always belonged to them."

"You jest, Senior Sister. I'm merely envious that you have such a fine disciple. Not yet a hundred years old, already at the Late Stage of Golden Core, with a future beyond measure."

Mu He was usually strict with Yun Luo and the others, but she loved hearing others praise her disciples.

Not only were her disciples talented, their relationships were harmonious too.

Unlike the disciples from other peaks, who more or less had some friction between them.

Compared to the other elders, she had it far too easy.

"This morning, I saw the Sect Leader give A Shuang ten thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones. Over these three years, you obtained the Primal Yang of ten Sword Cultivators?"

Elder Qingheng of Jade Dew Peak asked.

Qin Mushuang nodded, looking neither proud nor impatient.

"Ten?"

The other elders were also stunned and crowded around her.

"Which sects were those Sword Cultivators from?"

"What were their cultivations?"

"Come to think of it, it's time for you to write an account of your experience. Why not write about how you obtained the Primal Yang of ten Sword Cultivators in three years?"

"Yes, yes. Let your Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters learn from your experience too."

The elders surrounded Qin Mushuang, their eyes full of admiration.

Yun Luo was stunned as well. Hehuan Sect disciples and Sword Cultivators had always been like fire and water. When Sword Cultivators saw them, they wished they could burrow into the earth and flee.

Her Eldest Senior Sister had actually slept with ten of them!

And they had all been virgins!

At that moment, not only were the elders gathered around Qin Mushuang, but the Direct Disciples had crowded over too.

They begged for guidance.

Surrounded by everyone, Qin Mushuang looked like the protagonist of some mysterious old farmer ritual at a Comic Con. With an indifferent expression, she explained.

"Yes, there were Rogue Cultivators as well as sect disciples... I'm already writing the account. It will be posted on the Sect Forum next month..."

Like everyone else, Yun Luo took out a little notebook and began recording, until Tantai Zhao arrived and the crowd finally dispersed reluctantly.

"Everyone, Martial Ancestor has confirmed that she will leave seclusion in one month. Her venerable self enjoys liveliness. When the time comes, Changchun Peak will be responsible for gathering disciples for a Dance Offering, Liuxia Peak will handle the sect's decorations, Jade Dew Peak will perform music, Qihuang Peak will handle Drinks and food..."

Tantai Zhao spoke for an hour, arranging every person and every task with perfect clarity.

Lingxi Peak could not play musical instruments for the life of them, so they could only handle miscellaneous work and serve as the Atmosphere Group.

After making all the arrangements, Tantai Zhao finally turned her gaze toward Qin Mushuang.