Daoming’s face flashed through a full spectrum of colors in an instant—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
“Hey, so you’re a disciple of the Zen Sect?”
Xu Muxue asked, surprised.
“Weren’t you just beaten up badly by those big bald guys from the Great Sect? Ugh ugh ugh…?!”
Daoming hurriedly covered Xu Muxue’s mouth.
“Alright, little ancestor, I beg you, don’t say anything more. How about we make a deal?”
Daoming whispered urgently but quietly.
Xu Muxue shrugged off Daoming’s hand.
“What kind of deal?”
“I know you’re not from the Two Sects. You sneaked in with some hidden agenda. How about we each go our own way and don’t interfere with each other?”
Xu Muxue thought for a moment and nodded.
Sounds doable.
Daoming has a loud voice, so if he really rats her out, it’ll be troublesome.
He’s definitely not from the Two Sects, and it’s obvious he’s here to harm them.
Xu Muxue liked that!
Maybe what he’s up to and what she’s doing could complement each other.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend!
“No problem, no problem. You’re so straightforward, brother. You’re really brave and resourceful, sneaking behind enemy lines alone!” Xu Muxue extended her hand.
“You’re calling me brother now? Then no more words. What happened before was just a misunderstanding—let’s forget it!”
Daoming shook her hand heartily.
The disciples below were dumbfounded.
Weren’t these two just on the verge of fighting moments ago?
How did they suddenly reach an agreement so mysteriously?!
Feeling all eyes on them, Xu Muxue flicked her small whip and snapped, “What are you looking at? Hurry up and refine the materials! Do you want me to whip you?”
“Exactly! We can’t afford to waste time. You don’t have enough heads to lose for messing around!”
Daoming instantly changed his tone, following Xu Muxue like an accomplice.
The disciples wiped a tear from the corner of their eyes.
Such a righteous big bald guy… Master Senior Brother was turned over in just a few breaths.
Demon Lord! This Little Senior Sister will definitely become a great Demon Lord in the future!
This is a tragedy for our Qin Sect, a tragedy for the Righteous Path! sniffle
“Crying? That counts as wasting time!”
Xu Muxue cracked her whip, leaving a blur.
“Get to work, get to work!”
Daoming couldn’t help wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Whoever offends this little Dog Demon is truly cursed for eight generations.
He’d already suffered that fate once; he’d nearly lost an egg from the scare.
“Um, little… little senior sister, have you seen my… um?”
Daoming hesitated to ask.
Xu Muxue gave him a puzzled look. “What are you mumbling about?”
Seeing her confused face, Daoming’s mind was suddenly certain of one thing:
It wasn’t her.
Such clear eyes, such a pure little girl!
She probably hadn’t even awakened to matters of men and women yet, much less stolen his “thing.”
It was already strange enough that he was missing one egg, and only one at that—the scrotum wasn’t even ruptured.
Though it eventually showed up in the Dog Demon’s cell, it must have been an accident that she stepped on it.
No blame could be placed on her.
I, Daoming, the unparalleled genius, never falsely accuse the innocent.
…Anyway, if he carefully nurtures it back and puts it back, it’ll be fine.
“No big deal, little senior sister. Though I don’t like anything furry, you helped me out, so I’m making you my friend,” Daoming said sincerely.
“Oh, no problem, no problem. We’re bros,” Xu Muxue said, still confused but nodding.
“I’m Daoming of the Immortal Clan. What’s your name?”
“You can just keep calling me Dog Demon, or Evil Spirit, whatever you like.”
“You flatter me, fellow Daoist…” Daoming awkwardly scratched his bald head.
“You came here presumably to oppose the Qin and Zen Sects, right? Can you share a little? Just so our goals don’t conflict.”
Daoming lowered his voice to ask.
“No, I just snuck in to beat people up,” Xu Muxue shook her head.
“Aren’t you the same?”
“Uh…”
Daoming was momentarily at a loss for words.
…Maybe whipping these disciples here also counts as opposing the Two Sects in some way.
Seeing that Xu Muxue didn’t seem to be lying, he said, “Then I’ll act on my own. You won’t mind, right?”
He’d witnessed Xu Muxue beating people all over the place and admitted he wasn’t even half as capable as her.
He didn’t want to accidentally provoke this little bane and get beaten up again.
“No objections, no objections…” Xu Muxue waved her hand casually, then suddenly remembered something. “Oh right!
You said you’re from the Immortal Clan?”
“That’s right, why?”
“Do you know Ziyao?”
Regarding Ziyao, there was a secret only Xu Mu knew.
Everyone in the Sword Sect believed Elder Ziyao was a Scattered Cultivator.
But before she joined the Sword Sect, Xu Muxue had already thoroughly investigated her background.
Ziyao was a disciple of the Immortal Clan and the best of the younger generation—without equal.
In less than a hundred years of cultivation, she had already reached the verge of Danjie, while most of her peers were still stuck in Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stages.
Yet she refused to cultivate within her clan and instead chose to join the Sword Sect as a Scattered Cultivator.
Xu Mu guessed she had some conflict with the clan. No matter how skilled Xu Mu was, he wouldn’t have dared to take Ziyao to the Immortal Clan to question their Nascent Soul cultivators.
At that time, Ziyao was very young, her brows filled with youthful spirit. Xu Mu liked her clear eyes—eyes that were single-minded in pursuit of the Dao, without a trace of impurity.
Besides, she was a stunning beauty.
What bad intentions could a great beauty possibly have?
So Xu Mu took Ziyao in. Ziyao worked hard within the sect, her cultivation steadily advancing until she became the Yunü Peak Master.
As for her Danjie failure and subsequent sitting meditation to pass on, that happened after Xu Mu left.
Xu Muxue had always found it suspicious, but Danjie failures were common—everyone had their own fate—so Xu Mu didn’t dwell on it.
Now, meeting Daoming from the Immortal Clan, she suddenly remembered Ziyao and casually asked.
“You know Elder Ziyao?”
Daoming asked in surprise.
“She passed on some years ago. You look no more than fifteen or sixteen. How do you know her?”
Then he smacked his head.
“Oh right, you’re a demon. You can’t tell age by appearance. Maybe you’re an old demon several hundred years old…”
“Want to get hit?”
Xu Muxue clenched her fists with a cracking sound.
Daoming felt a chill below and sensibly covered his mouth.
“How did she pass on?”
“Well…” Daoming scratched his head.
“Failed Danjie, so she passed on.”
Xu Muxue figured she wouldn’t get any more information from this Foundation Establishment disciple.
“Forget it, forget it, nothing else. Go do your thing,” Xu Muxue waved at Daoming, feeling an inexplicable irritation. “Just make sure you wreck those Two Sects mercilessly for me.”
Daoming shivered inside. He had no idea how the Qin and Zen Sects had offended this little Dog Demon.
He could only silently mourn the sect disciples, then melted into the crowd and disappeared among the thousands of bald heads.