Rakshasa Gate Disciple? Mandarin Ducks in Bed

On the western side of Red Luan Pavilion, atop the roof of the third floor.

Chen Mu landed silently on the eaves. The green tiles beneath his feet did not shift in the slightest as his figure swept swiftly onward.

Ahead stood a half-open lattice window.

The night wind struck the window paper, and the candlelight within cast the shadows of two entwined figures.

Chen Mu had just drawn near when an old man spoke inside, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

"You little slut, you served your grandpa well today. Take it—this immortal pill is your reward."

The moment Chen Mu heard this, he immediately became vigilant.

"An immortal pill?"

He did not believe in any immortal pills.

The man speaking might well have been an evil cultivator who harvested living people, and who knew what methods he possessed.

With that judgment in mind, Chen Mu calmly poked a small hole in the window paper and leaned in to peer through it.

The room was arranged suggestively: red candles, warm curtains, flickering firelight reflected in a bronze mirror.

The mirror reflected the bed hidden behind the drapes, where a man and woman with disheveled clothing lay in plain sight.

The speaker was a short, hideously ugly old man.

He was getting up from the bed, pulling on an ill-fitting gray cloth robe, then putting on a servant's cap.

He looked exactly like some old tortoise pimp who emptied chamber pots.

But the instant Chen Mu saw him, his pupils narrowed slightly!

He was certain at once!

There was no mistake! The aura on this man!

He was one of Rakshasa Gate!

It was far too similar to that Rakshasa Old Ghost from before.

The crimson fortune aura around the old man was so dense it had nearly solidified.

It surpassed that of ordinary people by more than tenfold, rolling and surging like blazing flames!

Li Bingyan was shockingly kneeling on the bed, wrapping her arms around the old ghost's neck from behind, her two arms dazzlingly white.

"Good brother-in-law... you were so wicked just now..."

"I want you to feed me that immortal pill... ah..."

That vicious woman's face was flushed, her eyes hazy, a thin veil draped over her body.

Her voice was soft and coquettish, utterly lacking the ferocity and willfulness she had shown during the day.

As she spoke, she actually raised her long neck, parted her red lips, and moved them close to the old ghost's cheek.

Like a dog, she was asking the old ghost to feed her whatever bullshit immortal pill it was.

The old ghost had originally been about to rise, but after being teased by the woman, he let out another strange, sinister laugh.

"What a cheap slut! You still want grandpa to serve you? That depends on whether you have the life to take it!"

As he spoke, he pounced fiercely and pressed Li Bingyan back into the red gauze curtains, drawing a startled cry from her.

Watching this scene, Chen Mu felt his eyelids twitch violently.

Had this woman gone mad?

She called this ugly ghost from Rakshasa Gate her brother-in-law?

No matter how worthless Zhao Dong was, he was still a battalion commander who commanded troops in one region.

Chen Mu had met him face-to-face. Though he could not be called particularly valiant, he still carried himself with dignity and a killing edge.

How could he possibly look like this ghastly thing before him?

It seemed this old ghost had truly used some evil art to muddle Li Bingyan's mind!

Making her willingly engage in such filthy acts!

Having seen through the crux of it, Chen Mu immediately decided to act.

The old ghost's presence was more than a notch weaker than that of the Rakshasa Gate Master.

Chen Mu had been close enough to spy on him for nearly ten breaths now without being noticed. His strength likely could not amount to much.

Chen Mu immediately gripped his saber hilt and gently slid the tip through the gap in the window, silently lifting the latch.

He had already been cautious enough.

Yet the very moment the blade tip entered, the old ghost inside was instantly alarmed.

"Who's there? Courting death!"

He suddenly roared, sprang up from the bed, and with a shake of his hand, somehow summoned a black banner. Black qi immediately billowed around him.

Seeing this, Chen Mu knew there was no point concealing himself any longer. He smashed through the window lattice with a bang and thrust his saber forward.

"Die!"

Whoosh! Buzz!

He had lain in wait for this strike for a long time. His blood and qi erupted, Profound Yin True Qi surged around the blade tip, tearing a droning vibration through the air.

The old ghost's spellcasting was ultimately a beat too slow. He cried out in terror and tried to roll away.

But how could Chen Mu possibly give him the chance?

He bellowed, fully unleashed Ghost-Shadow Step, kicked off the window lattice, and flashed three meters through thin air!

"Damn it!!"

The old ghost shrieked and frantically turned his head, but his shoulder was still struck by the saber!

With a puff, blood splashed everywhere. His right hand holding the banner was severed by Chen Mu's True Qi and sent flying into the air on the spot.

The man immediately began screaming in agony, rolling all over the floor.

Blood sprayed from his arm stump, spattering the entire room, staining the window paper and red gauze curtains.

This sudden upheaval also terrified Li Bingyan on the bed.

She was clad only in a thin veil. Once she saw the change in the room, her face went pale with fright, and she clutched her head as she screamed shrilly.

"Don't! Don't kill me! Brother-in-law, yes! Brother-in-law, save me!"

As she spoke, laughing and crying at once, she crawled toward the Rakshasa Old Ghost on the floor.

Chen Mu cursed under his breath. Knowing the woman was still lost in her hallucination, he raised a foot and kicked her away.

But the commotion she had just caused was far too great.

Outside, the pounding footsteps of Red Chamber guards racing up the stairs could already be heard.

"Quick! That was Second Miss Li's voice! Go see what happened!"

An old woman was shrieking.

Chen Mu did not want to expose himself and knew he had to leave at once.

Without another word, he stepped forward and added another slash, cutting off the Rakshasa Gate old ghost's other arm as well!

After doing this, Chen Mu directly smashed the hilt into the back of the man's head, knocking him unconscious.

Then, without even looking, he turned and slit Li Bingyan's throat with one stroke.

Splurt! The woman's eyes widened, and her head was nearly cut off.

That was despite Chen Mu not using True Qi or saber techniques, deliberately switching to his left hand and making it look like an ordinary person's murder.

She fell to the ground, her throat wheezing with leaking air as blood bubbled from the corners of her mouth.

Perhaps because she was about to die, she awakened from her delirium and met Chen Mu's face hidden behind a black cloth.

"So... it was you..."

"You dare kill me! I'll make sure you die a miserable death!"

She seemed to recognize Chen Mu merely from his eyes, uttering a vicious curse before death.

"Die a miserable death? You'll be the one dying first."

Chen Mu snorted coldly, lifted the unconscious Rakshasa Old Ghost from the ground with one hand, and directly overturned the lamp oil on the table with the other.

The lamp oil spilled, and towering flames immediately rose within the room.

Tongues of fire swept over the red gauze curtains, spreading in an instant and consuming the bloodstains along with Li Bingyan's corpse.

Before those guards could break down the door, Chen Mu had already used Ghost-Shadow Step to dart out the window and leave in a flourish.

Only Li Bingyan's venomous, unclosed eyes remained, staring from afar through the firelight at his receding figure.

Half an hour later, beside Grass River, at the City God Temple.

This temple had stood for several decades. Lacking repairs year-round, it had become thoroughly dilapidated.

The authorities had long since stopped assigning temple keepers there.

Ordinarily, only several craftsmen of the shadow trade from Bai Le Ward maintained the temple's cleanliness.

At this hour in the dead of night, there was not a soul inside, and the night wind wailed mournfully.

Yet beneath that ancient yin locust tree, so thick several people would need to join hands to encircle it, came muffled screams.

"Kid! So it was you! Hehehehe..."

"The Gate Master truly misjudged you. Who would have thought that in such a short time, you would be able to wound this old man!"

"You truly carry a great secret!"

The Rakshasa Gate ghost cultivator, both arms severed, stared fixedly at Chen Mu.

He seemed to possess some secret sensing technique. Even though Chen Mu had concealed his aura, he was recognized immediately.

This made Chen Mu frown slightly, unsure where he had exposed a flaw.

But he soon stopped caring. He simply tore off his black face covering and placed his saber against the old ghost's neck.

"You talk too much."

"Now I'll give you two choices. Answer what I ask, and I'll reward you with a quick death."

"Otherwise, you can have a taste of my skill at flaying people."

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