Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Stay Overnight Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Stay Overnight Editor: Atlas Studios Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
In the split second the teacup exploded, shards flew in all directions.
The Monk and a Blade user were the closest to Gou Youhu,
each to his left and right.
As they saw the flying debris of the teacup, the Monk, without even opening his eyes, casually reached out and caught a piece in his hand.
Seeming to find no place to discard it, he simply popped it into his mouth. Crunching it bit by bit, he eventually chewed it all up and swallowed it down.
At the same moment, the Blade user also made a move.
Without seeing how the blade was drawn, there was only the sight of the Blade Light, and the sound of the blade being sheathed.
As for the fragments of the teacup, they had vanished without a trace.
Only Gou Youhu, tilting his head to dodge, ended up being splashed all over his face and head with the tea.
The woman, whose eyes seemed closed as if in meditation, opened one eye, revealing a look of shock.
She could not help but lean forward to take a look at Su Mo, and then she suddenly smiled sweetly, her eyes revealing a hint of joy: “I underestimated you.”
“Not at all,” Su Mo gently shook his head.
The Blade user did not spare another glance at Su Mo. After destroying the teacup shards, he maintained his original posture, sitting motionless.
The only one laughing out loud was a rude man, his laughter wild and uncontrolled. He slapped his thigh and pointed at the gentleman: “It serves you right for your bad luck! You use sneaky tactics under the guise of offering tea, clearly harboring ill intentions. Now you know the consequences? This young kid is no ordinary person, and here you are showing off your measly skills in front of everyone. Now you must realize there are people beyond people and heavens beyond skies, right?”
Gou Youhu nonchalantly caught the folding fan that had snapped shut and bounced back in front of him, flicking it open and fanning himself a couple of times before sensing something was off.
Only then did he fiercely wipe his face, “Good…”
Before he could finish his word, he realized something was wrong again, spat out, and a mouthful of tea leaves followed. Pointing with his hand, he said:
“Good lad, it was said that Ziyang Escort Agency was in decline, yet unexpectedly someone like you emerged.”
“Oh dear.”
Su Mo hurriedly waved his hands: “Senior, your words are too weighty. Knowing my humble standing, I dared not accept the tea senior offered. I merely returned the gesture in Buddhist spirit, but never thought you’d take pleasure in washing your face with tea. Although it’s a bit of a waste, it still… mm, extraordinary people behave in extraordinary ways, it’s my inexperience that finds it strange.”
Gou Youhu was so angry that his beard was about to fly off.
Su Mo’s words didn’t contain a single vulgarity, yet to him, they were even more biting than any insult.
In that moment, rage was uncontrollable, and he felt his teeth grinding together.
Seeing the surnamed Wang rude man still laughing heartily, he coldly huffed: “You think it’s funny?”
“Very funny indeed!” The rude man laughed even more wildly.
But then Gou Youhu suddenly flung his hand, throwing the folding fan straight at the rude man.
The rude man’s complexion changed, and with a swing of his fist, he fiercely struck the folding fan.
His brute force was astonishing, and as the Punch Wind rose, it sounded like rolling thunder, truly imposing.
The folding fan naturally flew away upon contact, but before the rude man could feel proud, he suddenly felt all the acupoints in his back completely controlled by a single hand.
It was the Qilin Swordsman’s footwork that was so mysterious; seizing the moment the rude man punched at the folding fan, he had already moved behind him. His skillful grasp lifted the man right up.
The rude man was tall and muscular, weighing at least nearly two hundred pounds in the palm.
And then Gou Youhu stood up, only then did they see, this man was less than five feet tall, a sword of the Qilin Swordsman was a full two feet taller than him, and the ease with which he lifted the man, considering his skinny arms, seemed almost effortless.
With a casual toss, he threw the man out of the hall: “Then go out and have your laugh.”
The rude man exclaimed “ouch” and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Moments later, a loud thump was heard from outside – he had obviously hit the ground.
The man didn’t come back, but his cursing voice made its way in first: “Damn it, you sneaky bastard, if you’ve got the guts, fight me for three hundred rounds, and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
As he spoke, he charged back in with a rumble.
Gou Youhu then gave Su Mo a deep look and, with a sudden reach of his hand, guided by his Inner Strength, the folded fan on the ground snapped up into his palm. He gracefully returned to his seat and heaved a light sigh:
“These days, Jianghu is getting tougher to navigate. Some young fellows look respectful, but they’re terribly destructive behind your back, just picking on an old man like me – handsome and dashing, elegant as a jade tree in the breeze, a modest gentleman, a gentleman as fine as jade.”
“…”
Apart from the old monk, everyone present couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their mouths even those blade users with faces like chiseled stone.
When it comes to shamelessness, could there be anyone else in the world who could surpass this?
However, after this skirmish, everyone looked at Su Mo with a different perspective.
The rude man was still clamoring for a three hundred round fight with Gou Youhu. Though reckless, he still remembered Liu Suifeng’s rules; he just ranted and raved for a while but didn’t dare to make a move.
In the end, after a lot of yelling and no one paying attention, he sat down in anger, letting the cold-faced maid pour him some tea.
Time ticked by seconds and minutes, and after nearly the duration of one incense stick,
Footsteps were heard at the entrance, and naturally, in came Liu Qingkong.
Everyone’s gaze naturally fell upon him, but Liu Suifeng was nowhere to be seen.
Upon entering, Liu Qingkong performed a bow to all four directions and, after rising, said:
“I’m terribly sorry, everyone. The manor master is truly preoccupied today and unable to get away. Please forgive us. As it has gotten late, I wouldn’t presume to ask you to come again tomorrow. The guest bedrooms have been prepared, may I invite all the honored guests to stay the night in Yu Liu Manor?”
Upon hearing this, Su Mo glanced at Yang Xiaoyun, only to find she seemed distracted, lost in thought about something.
He couldn’t help feeling a bit puzzled.
And the words of Liu Qingkong added to the puzzlement.
How could Liu Suifeng, the esteemed Yu Liu Sword Heart, not meet his guests?
He watched coldly, noticing that the reactions of the crowd varied.
Some smiled, some remained unshaken, some had a smirk on their faces, and others… were sound asleep.
Su Mo wondered if this person might actually be the sword borrower in disguise.
How could he still be sleeping?
He had just had a covert competition of Inner Strength with Gou Youhu, and the commotion was anything but small.
This man’s ability to sleep soundly and worry-free truly amazed Su Mo.
Yet regardless of how these people reacted, none showed anger or even surprise.
Gou Youhu, wiping the tea still dripping on his neck, chuckled and said: “Since Master Liu is indisposed, I shall inconvenience Yu Liu Manor and stay for the night.”
“I’ve long heard of Yu Liu Manor’s reputation and tonight, I’m incredibly fortunate. In the future, when drinking with friends, I can boast about my night spent at Yu Liu Manor; that’s quite a topic of conversation.”
The woman smirked, then gave Su Mo another look: “What about you? Will you stay or come back tomorrow?”
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PS: It’s the weekend again, let’s ask for a wave of recommendation tickets, thank you~