Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Dispel the Evil Spirit (20)
Xia Han pulled Chuzheng, his tone slightly anxious, “That’s my uncle-master.”
“Mm.”
“We should hide from him.” He clearly remembered how he descended the mountain, in their hearts, they must believe he stole the card and came down the mountain.
Moreover, this uncle-master never really liked him.
“??” Chuzheng was puzzled, why hide? If anyone should be hiding it should be you, why involve me?
“Master, it’s Xia Han, the traitor.” Xia Han did not manage to hide in time, and the young man behind the elder, with sharp eyes, spotted Xia Han.
The elder kept a stern face, walking with his hands behind his back, exuding authority.
Upon hearing his disciple’s words, he also looked toward Xia Han, but perhaps due to the private matters of their sect, the elder remained silent, only snorting coldly to express his displeasure.
The woman and Yao Wei both heard but also did not understand the reason behind it.
The woman looked at Xia Han a few times, noticed his Chinese-style clothing with exquisitely embroidered dragon patterns on the cuffs, and his fair complexion with a youthful elegance, resembling a young master who had walked out of place in time, and found him quite likeable.
Seeming just like someone in this line of work…
“Heavenly Master, do you know this young brother?” The woman inquired tentatively.
“This traitor…”
The young man was about to speak, but the elder interrupted him, “I don’t know him.”
The woman glanced at Xia Han and then at the Heavenly Master with the stern face, seeming to understand something, and did not continue to bother with Xia Han, “Heavenly Master, please come this way, my Wei’er is all relying on you. Look at what they did to her, it breaks a mother’s heart, Heavenly Master, you…”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know my mom had invited someone else.” Yao Wei spoke in a low voice, “You guys follow behind me and see; what we agreed upon before still stands.”
Yao Wei did not trust that Heavenly Master very much.
She trusted Xia Han more because only by his side did she feel herself return to the mortal world, feeling its warmth and cold.
Xia Han, having grown accustomed to others’ gazes over the years, nodded, indicating he didn’t mind.
He looked around, feeling puzzled—where had Little Beauty gone?
“I’m sorry, sister, I’ll apologize to you alone later.” Yao Wei was very apologetic.
After apologizing to Xia Han several times, she then followed the woman and the Heavenly Master.
As the young man passed by Xia Han, he snorted coldly, “Xia Han, you didn’t even enter the threshold of the Heavenly Master’s door, and now you dare to swindle and cheat? You really have some nerve.”
Slap—
The young man’s head jerked to the side as if he had been struck.
The young man held his face, looking at Xia Han in disbelief, “Xia Han, you dared to hit me!”
Xia Han: “…” When did he hit him?
Slap—
The young man received another slap.
“Xia Han!” The young man was furious.
“I didn’t hit you.”
“If it wasn’t you, who was it?” The young man couldn’t help but raise his voice.
Xia Han glanced at Chuzheng, who had suddenly appeared beside him.
“I don’t know.”
“Alright, Xia Han, you’ve become bold now, thieving, sneaking down the mountain, and you even dare to hit me! What, now that you’ve found such a wealthy person to back you up? Did you earn it with your face, or…”
Slap—
Slap slap slap—
The young man began slapping his own face, causing it to quickly swell and redden.
They were standing on the stairs at that moment, and the sound was particularly loud, drawing the attention of people in the lobby below.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Don’t know… Maybe he’s gone crazy?”
“Little Beauty, stop messing around.” Xia Han felt a sweet surge in his heart, pleased that Little Beauty was standing up for him.
But he still reminded Chuzheng that it wouldn’t be good to offend that Heavenly Master upfront.
“The slaps have already landed.” Chuzheng said coldly, arms crossed, “Perhaps push him down?”
That would solve everything in one fell swoop!
Simple, convenient, fast, and trouble-free!
Xia Han was startled, “Little Beauty, don’t be rash.”
[Miss, please calm down!] The King’s Account also interjected to stop her at the same time.
The King’s Account felt desperate, who exactly was it that was becoming corrupted?!
The young man had stunned himself with his own slaps.
Xia Han pleaded with Chuzheng to stop, but he was unmoved.
It wasn’t until the Old Taoist Priest came back and grabbed the young man that he finally stopped.
“Lion-tiger…” The young man’s face was swollen and unsightly, his speech unclear.
The Old Taoist Priest pulled the young man back, shielding him from the view of the crowd below.
He looked towards Xia Han’s side, “Miss, I’m not sure how my disciple offended you, but why must you teach him such a lesson?”
Xia Han was taken aback. He could see Little Beauty?
Upon hearing this, Chuzheng kept a neutral expression, only glancing sideways and denying with clear diction, “It has nothing to do with me.”
The Old Taoist Priest: “…”
“Miss, if you did it, why won’t you admit it?” the Old Taoist Priest asked sternly, “Although you’re not an Evil Ghost, you can’t just mess with people like that.”
“I didn’t, there’s no evidence, don’t talk nonsense,” Chuzheng’s expression became even more serious.
The Old Taoist Priest: “…”
It was clearly the case.
Was there any need for nonsense?
But the young man indeed hit himself. How could he produce evidence for that?
Xia Han stifled a laugh, witnessing his uncle being outsmarted for the first time.
Little Beauty was truly formidable.
“Lion-tiger…”
The young man couldn’t see Chuzheng, but from his master’s words, there seemed to be a ghost here.
It must have been that ghost who hit him just now.
“Straighten the live shrimp and call it a respectful game…”
Translated, that meant— the ghost was related to Xia Han.
He had just spoken to Xia Han, so it must have been Xia Han who made the ghost do it.
The Old Taoist Priest looked at Xia Han: “Xia Han, are you colluding with a ghost?”
Xia Han looked utterly confused, “Uncle, what are you talking about?”
“You’re no longer a disciple of Taokong Mountain, I am not your uncle,” the Old Taoist Priest said, “But did you instruct the ghost to hit my disciple?”
Xia Han played the baffled part very naturally: “I didn’t.”
What Xia Han said was the truth.
He really hadn’t.
It was Chuzheng who took action on her own.
Both the person and the ghost denied it, and since Chuzheng was not an Evil Ghost, the Old Taoist Priest couldn’t do anything about her, so it seemed he had to swallow this loss himself.
“Lion-tiger, him…”
The Old Taoist Priest: “We’ll talk about this matter later; let’s deal with the important business first.”
The young man glared at Xia Han unwillingly.
It was clearly this loser…
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Once the two walked a distance away, Xia Han could no longer hold back his laughter.
But then he showed concern and grievance, “Little Beauty, didn’t you say that only I could see you?”
Chuzheng spoke evenly, “His cultivation is quite high.”
“???”
This Old Taoist Priest was different from the other disciples of Taokong Mountain; it meant his defenses weren’t adequate.
“He will surely cause you trouble,” Xia Han said, “That old man is extremely protective of his own people.”
Having beaten his disciple into that state…
He probably wouldn’t be able to escape the blame either.
“Are you scared?”
“I’m worried about you.” He wasn’t worried about himself; whatever happened to him didn’t matter, but he didn’t want Chuzheng to get hurt or feel aggrieved.
“He wouldn’t dare to touch me.”
“Why?”
“I have money.”
Xia Han: “???”
What does that have to do with anything?!
Humans and ghosts don’t even use the same currency!!
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The female protagonist’s thoughts in the text are for entertainment only, please do not learn from them.
We should be optimistic, upright, and kind Little Cuties, successors to socialism!
