Waiting for Fewer People to Show You

"Ahhh, what a pain!"

Just as Liu Mang was munching happily on a Spiritual Fruit, a sound beside him interrupted his actions.

He turned his head and saw Jiu Feng had somehow slipped over to sit beside him, cross-legged like him, her hands cupping her chin—her ample chest so full that both arms couldn't quite contain it.

Jiu Feng stared listlessly at the heated battlefield ahead, utterly disinterested. When she noticed Liu Mang looking at her, she turned her gaze toward him... and the Spiritual Fruit in his hands.

Liu Mang quickly hid the fruit behind his back.

He still remembered the look in Jiu Feng's eyes when Xuan Ming had pulled out that Spiritual Fruit—like a lecher spotting a naked young maiden, practically drooling.

Liu Mang always felt that with Jiu Feng around, his Spiritual Fruit was never safe, so he decided to egg her on.

"What are you spacing out for? Go help out~ What if a fight breaks out later?"

Jiu Feng didn't even turn her head. "It's fine, no fight's gonna happen. It's not like this is the first time!"

Having grown up listening to the Witch and Demon races bicker, Jiu Feng was long used to all this. She'd seen far more explosive scenes than this.

Liu Mang also found it strange. Though the Witches and Demons were arguing fiercely, they were clearly holding back their tempers, with no real intention of throwing down.

Combining that with Jiu Feng's words, he thought it over and understood—both sides knew it wasn't time to fight yet, because neither had the upper hand or the certainty to land a decisive blow.

While Liu Mang was lost in thought, Jiu Feng's jade-like fingers, slender as scallion roots, gently flicked. The Spiritual Fruit flew from behind Liu Mang into her hand.

Before Liu Mang could react, Jiu Feng shoved the fruit into her mouth and bit off half in one go, making Liu Mang's heart clench in pain, almost on the verge of tears.

[My Spiritual Fruit! I just finished peeling the skin, and it's still been snatched away!]

Jiu Feng wasn't satisfied with just stealing the fruit. She shot Liu Mang a look of utter disdain.

"You human, why are you so scrawny like a little chick? Guys like you, I could punch to death a dozen with one hand."

Liu Mang bristled at that.

Holy shit!

You steal my Spiritual Fruit and then insult my dignity!

This is unbearable!

He puffed out his chest and shot Jiu Feng a look of equal contempt. "So what if I'm scrawny? Back when I was this thin, I still charged in and out seven times with a single spear."

"Someone like you? A dozen of you, I'd beat them into wailing messes, nonstop for an hour!"

Jiu Feng clearly didn't believe him, her face skeptical. "You're that strong?"

"Which aspect are you talking about?"

"Never mind that for now—what spear is it? I'll trade you a spiritual treasure for it!" Jiu Feng said, tossing the rest of the fruit into her mouth and casually wiping her juice-stained fingers on Liu Mang's clothes.

Jiu Feng was intensely curious about the spear Liu Mang mentioned. What kind of spear could make an ordinary man who couldn't even use spells so ferocious?

In Jiu Feng's memory, the only spear that powerful was the God-Slaying Spear, and even that she'd only heard about from Hou Tu!

The other Ancestral Witches never told her things like that, always lecturing her that big chest muscles were useless, and that big fists were the real deal.

But was that something she could control?

Hearing Jiu Feng's words, Liu Mang quickly shook his head, backing away as he did: "No trade! Not even if you kill me!"

"Besides, if I gave it to you, what would I use? When I run into someone like you later, what would I fight her with?"

Jiu Feng looked regretful after hearing Liu Mang's reply. "True. If you gave me a spiritual treasure like that, you'd have none left. Too bad there's only one."

Liu Mang was stunned, unable to imagine that scene—it was too eye-searing. "What the hell kind of nonsense are you spouting? If there were two such spiritual treasures, wouldn't that be a disaster?"

"Fair enough. Then I won't take it! Just pull it out and let me see it, alright?" Jiu Feng said, starting to pat Liu Mang down.

Liu Mang clutched his pants tightly with one hand while scrambling backward.

This was his last shred of dignity—he had to hold the line.

"Hey hey hey, don't go rummaging around on me! Now's not the time, there are too many people watching. I'll show you when there are fewer!"

Qiang Liang, who had been locked in a heated argument with Di Jun, turned his head and saw a sight that made his eyes nearly split.

Liu Mang, holding up his pants, said to Jiu Feng, "I'll show you when there are fewer people!"

That panicked look, those flustered movements, and that flimsy excuse—to Qiang Liang, it was pure guilt after doing something wrong.

This was exactly the same as when he'd snuck a peek at the tribe's witch bathing!

Qiang Liang, who had been elated from winning the argument against the Demons, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head, chilling him to the bone.

You bastard, while we were busy arguing, what did you do?

That's my own blood sister!

How could you be so cruel as to lay a hand on her?

In that moment, Qiang Liang felt his life had lost all meaning.

If he couldn't even protect his own sister, what was the point of living?

Qiang Liang tugged at Gong Gong, who was spraying spittle everywhere. "Third Brother, I think my sister's done for!"

Gong Gong didn't even turn around. "Your sister's right there~ Don't pull me, I just thought of a killer comeback."

After Gong Gong finished speaking, he pointed at Tai Yi and cursed, "You mangy bird, you hen on the rooftop—what kind of bird do you think you are? I..."

Seeing Gong Gong completely absorbed in the argument, Qiang Liang had no choice but to go to Di Jiang's side. "Big Brother, I think my sister is gone!"

Di Jiang glanced at Jiu Feng and said dismissively, "Isn't she right there? She's with Liu Mang... Huh?"

Di Jiang paused mid-sentence. What am I seeing?

Jiu Feng... was digging through Liu Mang's pants pocket?!

Di Jiang's eyes widened in disbelief as he roared, "Jiu Feng, stop right now!"

Di Jiang's roar jolted the other Ancestral Witches awake. The scene they turned to see would shock them for ten thousand years!

Di Jiang activated his spatial ability, and with a whoosh, Jiu Feng was instantly pulled to his side.

Staring at her empty hands, Jiu Feng let out a disappointed sigh and looked at Liu Mang with unwillingness. "I almost saw it—just a little more!"

She had searched almost every part of his body, but he wouldn't let go of his underwear. It had to be hidden there!

Having narrowly escaped, Liu Mang dashed behind Fu Xi and hid.

While straightening his clothes behind Fu Xi, Liu Mang grumbled, "That almost scared me to death! Are all female witches this bold? Uncle, you didn't warn me!"

"Thank goodness, thank goodness—I almost lost my virtue to that female hooligan!"

Watching the shaken Liu Mang, Fu Xi couldn't help but roll his eyes. If Liu Mang had been in real danger, he would have acted long ago!

"What are you afraid of? It's not like you'd lose anything!"

Hearing Fu Xi's words, Liu Mang's hand froze mid-button. Hey, I'm Liu Mang—what am I scared of? I don't lose anything!

Liu Mang slapped his own hand hard, muttering as he did, "Making you so fussy, making you so high and mighty!"

Regret—his intestines were green with it!

Meanwhile, Jiu Feng was surrounded by the twelve Ancestral Witches. Di Jiang looked at her with a disappointed expression.

"Tell me, a female witch, and you go pulling down someone's pants? What kind of behavior is that!"

Jiu Feng looked aggrieved. "I just wanted to see his spear~"

"Wanting to see is enough reason to pull down his pants?" As soon as Jiu Feng finished, Qiang Liang asked angrily.

No sooner had he spoken than the other Ancestral Witches shot him unfriendly looks. Realizing his mistake, Qiang Liang quickly added, "Bah—things like that shouldn't even be thought about!"

Zhu Jiuyin also sighed helplessly. "Exactly! If someone saw that, what would they say? 'Great Witch Jiu Feng likes pulling down people's underwear'?"

Jiu Feng shuddered at the thought. If that happened, how could she ever survive in Hong Huang?

"It's all that Liu Mang's fault. If he'd just shown me earlier, none of this would have happened. I'll make him pay when I get the chance," Jiu Feng thought.

Liu Mang, still slapping his own hand, couldn't help but shiver.

Something's wrong—some villain wants to harm Imperial We! I'd better stick closer to Uncle.

Though Jiu Feng was plotting revenge against Liu Mang, on the surface she put on a contrite face. "I know I was wrong! I won't do it again!"

Hearing Jiu Feng's promise, the twelve Ancestral Witches finally relaxed.

The next moment, ten figures appeared, complicating the situation once more.