The Big-Butted Woman

He stepped through the doors of the Spirit Beast Shop.

Inside was a spacious hall with quite a few cultivators. Some stood at the counters, behind which sat countless transparent bottles containing all sorts of strange materials, Demon Beast heads, and the like. Several cultivators were talking to the shopkeepers before being escorted into the back rooms...

The Lü Household cultivators behind the counters all looked fairly young, seemingly around Wang Yan's age. Most were at the initial or minor attainment stage of the Cultivation Realm.

Tsk! If I hadn't met the Card Fairy or passed the Back Mountain Trial, I might have ended up just like them, right? Wang Yan thought at the sight. He looked around and observed the hall, noticing that some cultivators were standing in line while those at the counters had people attending to them...

After watching for a while, Wang Yan understood. The cultivators talking at the counters were mostly there to buy materials, while those waiting off to the side looked rather impatient. Some carried large bundles, clearly containing something. They seemed to be there to sell materials...

An idea stirred in Wang Yan's mind at the sight. He walked straight over and joined the back of the line. Ahead of him stood a tall female cultivator with glossy black hair, dressed in a close-fitting black-and-red outfit. Her waist was narrow and her hips full, and she stood half a head taller than Wang Yan. Her voluptuous figure from behind was enough to make anyone's blood surge, but she had not turned around, so he could not see her face and had no idea what she looked like.

Although Wang Yan was young, the sight still stirred something in him. But he was only a boy in his teens and did not dare get too close. He left a gap of about two body lengths and glanced aside, not daring to stare...

"...!" The female cultivator ahead seemed to sense someone behind her and suddenly looked back...

Her face brimmed with allure, her skin as fair as jade. Her beautiful brows arched slightly above bright, faintly narrowed eyes framed by long, curved lashes. Her full, rosy lips curled upward, radiating the distinctive charm of a mature woman...

What a beautiful woman... a temptress...! Even young Wang Yan felt his heart skip at that backward glance. When he saw the girl in black looking at his face, he hastily turned his head away, not daring to keep staring...

"...!" Seeing Wang Yan's embarrassed expression, the Black-Robed Female Cultivator curled her smooth, glossy lips slightly and gave an almost inaudible snicker. "Heh... little brat...!" With that, she turned back around.

"!" Wang Yan's expression shifted at her words, turning rather ugly. Then he caught sight of her full, firm, perfectly rounded backside. An idea struck him, and he imitated her tone with an almost inaudible snicker. "Heh... big-butted woman!"

"Hmph!" The Black-Robed Female Cultivator jerked at his words. A sharp gleam flashed through her eyes, followed instantly by a trace of killing intent. Her aura was astonishingly powerful. She abruptly struck backward with her palm, unleashing a torrent of purple-red flames straight at Wang Yan...

But!

Whoosh! Wang Yan reacted with incredible speed, as though he had expected the attack, and abruptly ducked...

With a muffled boom, a section of the hall's wall exploded, sending countless bricks and stones flying.

At once...

"What happened?"

"What's going on?"

"Tsk! What are you doing?" the cultivators cried in surprise, all turning to look in their direction.

Oh no! A Core Condensation Realm cultivator? Only then did Wang Yan realize, horror rising in his heart. He stared in shock at the tall, stunningly beautiful female cultivator. Had that attack hit him, it might have blasted away half his body...

"Boy! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The Black-Robed Female Cultivator spoke with an icy expression, utterly cold. Her voice was chilling yet pleasing to the ear, but her imposing presence was astonishing, like that of a queen...

"I... I haven't done anything, Senior!" Wang Yan hurriedly protested, stubbornly refusing to admit fault as he backed away several steps, both hands raised protectively before him.

"Hey! You little brat! Why did you have to run your mouth? One look should tell you this woman isn't someone to provoke!" the Card Fairy scolded inside Wang Yan's mind.

"You...!" Naturally, the Black-Robed Female Cultivator would not repeat Wang Yan's words. Her brows lifted in anger as purple-red flames danced over her hand, sending a startling chill rippling through the air. Clearly, those flames possessed an extraordinary, terrifying power.

Just then...

Suddenly!

"Stop! Do you know where you are? You...!" An angry shout reverberated through the air, making the cultivators' ears ring. The two cultivators guarding the entrance came in, only to freeze at the sight of the woman. They instantly recognized her cultivation level, then spotted the purple flames in her hand. They exchanged shocked looks, their faces abruptly draining of color. One of them immediately changed his tone and addressed her respectfully. "Senior, may I ask what happened here?"

"Those are... purple flames...!" Another cultivator seemed to recognize them as well and murmured, "Isn't that... that...!"

"Shh! Why are you running your mouth?" Before he could finish, his companion tugged at him and spoke in a low voice.

Uh... looks like I really did kick an iron plate! Wang Yan knew he was in trouble. Clearly, this Black-Robed Female Cultivator had a formidable background. Suddenly, he noticed a hint of hesitation in her eyes. An idea struck him, and he hurriedly said, "It's nothing! Nothing! It was all my fault, Senior Sister. Please forgive your junior brother!" He repeatedly cupped his hands, looking deeply apologetic.

"You...!" The Black-Robed Female Cultivator's expression shifted at his words. But with everyone watching, how could she mention that part of her body?

Just then...

"What happened?" A clear voice rang out from one corner of the hall. A tall, fair-faced male cultivator in his twenties appeared on the second-floor staircase, dressed in fine clothes and carrying a folding fan, the very picture of elegant charm. A flash of admiration crossed his eyes when he saw the Black-Robed Female Cultivator, but he immediately noticed the purple flames in her hand as well. His heart stirred, and he hurriedly asked, "Fairy, may I ask what happened? Has our shop failed to attend to you properly?" With that, he moved, floating slowly down from the stairs with the bearing of an immortal sage... putting on quite a show.

Hmph! A greasy-haired, powdered-faced pretty boy! Disdain flashed through Wang Yan's mind. Ever since Wang Ziling had harmed him, he had not had the slightest fondness for handsome men... Then he noticed an odd look flash through the Black-Robed Female Cultivator's eyes as well. Coupled with how wary the other cultivators seemed of her, it gave him an idea. He suddenly stepped forward and said coldly, "Hmph! My senior sister and I have been waiting here forever, and no one has attended to us. Of course we're upset!" He turned to the Black-Robed Female Cultivator. "Senior Sister! Let's go...!" With that, he stepped forward as though to pull her away...

"Let's go!" The Black-Robed Female Cultivator glanced at Wang Yan and casually moved her hand, avoiding his grasp without seeming to try. She turned and walked away... Then her lips moved slightly as she said something to Wang Yan... though no sound came out...

"You got lucky, brat! Hmph!" Wang Yan heard the words amid a ringing in his ears that left them aching. Clearly, the Black-Robed Female Cultivator had used a voice-transmission spell, making his ears throb as a lesson... Still, he felt relieved. At least this woman did not intend to take his life.

Suddenly!

"Please wait!" Seeing this, the finely dressed young man hurried forward and called out, "Honored guests have graced us with their presence, yet our Lü Household failed to offer proper hospitality. That was our fault. Surely you came to the Lü Family Marketplace because you needed something. Would you both care to talk in our private guest room?"

"!" Wang Yan's heart stirred at those words. He looked at the Black-Robed Female Cultivator, but her face remained expressionless...

By now, quite a few cultivators had come over after hearing the commotion, gathering to watch and whisper among themselves.

"Very well!" the Black-Robed Female Cultivator relented, speaking indifferently.

"This way, please!" the finely dressed young man said hastily, gesturing for them both to go upstairs.

"Mm!" The Black-Robed Female Cultivator swayed her alluring figure as she headed upstairs. Watching from behind, Wang Yan marveled inwardly. Good heavens, this woman is something else. No wonder that greasy-haired pretty boy is being so accommodating! With that thought, he followed her up...

"All right! Everyone, it was just a misunderstanding. Please disperse!" the finely dressed young man called out. Then he told the Lü Household cultivators guarding the entrance, "All right! Take care of that area!" With that, he hurried upstairs...

Wang Yan followed the Black-Robed Female Cultivator upstairs. The corridor was elegantly decorated, with potted plants, calligraphy, and paintings adorning the walls on either side...

"Please come inside!" The finely dressed young man caught up in a few quick steps and addressed them warmly, gesturing for them to enter.

"Mm!" The Black-Robed Female Cultivator nodded and followed him. Wang Yan had no choice but to follow as well. He had only himself to blame for pretending to be her junior brother.

"Fairy! I am Lü Zijun of the Lü Household in the Azure Spirit Mountain Range! May I ask how I should address you?" The finely dressed young man, Lü Zijun, spoke politely to the Black-Robed Female Cultivator, presenting himself as a graceful gentleman. His gaze involuntarily wandered toward the crucial parts of her body...

"My surname is Purple Mist!" the Black-Robed Female Cultivator said indifferently, apparently unwilling to reveal her full name.

"Oh! So you are Fairy Purple Mist. I wonder whether that Purple...!" Lü Zijun responded with an "oh" and continued his question...

"You dare mention that person? Have you tired of living?" Before Lü Zijun could finish, Fairy Purple Mist spoke coldly. Then her beautiful eyes flicked toward Wang Yan, carrying a hint of warning...