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Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Peach Blossom Curse, Accepting a Disciple on Behalf of the Master

”You dirty old pervert! You’ve got one foot in the grave, yet you’re still ogling women. Staring every day, looking every day—do you even have the stamina left? Does your junk even work anymore?”

A broad-shouldered, thick-waisted widow with a plump, round face stood with one hand on her hip, pointing an accusatory finger at a tall, burly, white-haired old man.

”Bullshit! Who’s looking at you? Do I look blind to you? Why don’t you go home and look in the mirror? Have you no idea what you look like? How desperate would I have to be to gawk at you?” Uncle Yuann hopped madly, his face full of indignation.

”I am as beautiful as a celestial maiden, outshining even the Profound Lady herself! I don’t need a mirror to know that. If you aren’t looking at me, then who are you looking at? Is there a more stunning, beautiful woman on this entire street?” The widow stroked her triple chin, wearing a proud, arrogant expression. ”Throughout this ten-mile neighborhood, among all our neighbors, who doesn’t know that I, Qiao Sanniang, am the most gorgeous?

”Almost every single day, I see you standing here at this exact time watching me. It hasn’t just been once or twice. Are you harboring a secret crush? Have you been in love with me for a long time?

”You’re a half-dead geezer about to drop into a coffin, and you dare to fantasize about me? Let me tell you, it’s impossible! I will never like you, much less give you a single taste of sweetness or the slightest chance!”

”Pah! Even if I fell in love with a toad or a dung beetle, I would never like you! I wouldn’t even spare you a second glance. Bah, am I blind? You make me sick!” Uncle Yuann waved his hands frantically, mimicking a vomiting motion.

He thought, ”I was just sitting at the doorway for a little while. What sin did I commit to deserve this?”

Widow Qiao’s expression soured, but she quickly bounced back.

”Don’t make excuses! Your excuses are useless! I get you. You got caught red-handed and you’re too embarrassed to admit it, so everything you’re doing right now is just an act. Sigh, why bother? I understand that you love me so deeply.

”If you actually show some real strength and manage to defeat me, I suppose I could give you a chance. But if you can’t beat me...”

As she spoke, she drew a crescent-shaped Large Bone-Cutting Saber with a thick back from behind her. She was a pork vendor and had just been preparing to set up her stall.

”Mother of God.” Uncle Yuann nearly choked on his own breath. ”I can’t beat you! I concede defeat! Go, go, go, hurry up and go!”

”You spineless, ball-less man! What a piece of trash!” Widow Qiao’s eyebrows shot up in fury.

”Who are you calling ball-less? Say that one more time, I dare you!” Uncle Yuann raged. He surged forward two steps, his tall, burly frame exuding a heavy, oppressive aura.

Widow Qiao watched him, her eyes lighting up. ”I’m talking about you! Do you dare fight me? Give me a straight answer. If you can beat me, I’ll marry you! If you can’t, I’ll chop you into eight pieces!”

”I can’t beat you! I can’t beat you, alright?” Uncle Yuann abruptly spun around and headed back.

”You...” Widow Qiao fumed.

”Mom!”

”Mother!”

”Who’s bullying you?”

”I’ll beat the crap out of him!”

At that moment, five little brats suddenly came running out. The oldest was about eleven or twelve, while the youngest was only three or four. There were three boys and two girls, every single one of them looking incredibly tough and rowdy.

”Is it him?” The eldest son spotted Uncle Yuann instantly. Everyone’s eyes were fixed in that direction, and the old man was far too conspicuous. Without another word, the boy charged.

SWISH.

SWISH.

The older ones charged, and the younger ones followed suit.

He thought, ”Fuck!”

Looking back, Uncle Yuann nearly wet himself in fright. He hurriedly fled into the courtyard and moved to slam the door shut.

THUD.

The Large Bone-Cutting Saber flew from the widow’s hand and embedded itself directly into the heavy door. A drop of cold sweat slid down Uncle Yuann’s forehead.

BANG.

The eldest son of the Qiao Family kicked the door open and barged inside. The rest of the children swarmed in right behind him. They tackled Uncle Yuann one by one. Some clung to his legs, others climbed onto his shoulders, and in seconds, they had completely covered his body.

”Have you made enough of a scene?” Yan Qing stepped outside and looked at Widow Qiao.

”I... I... you... you...”

Widow Qiao clearly recognized Yan Qing, and knowing of the connection to the Demon Suppression Bureau, she felt a bit of fear. ”You people can’t just be unreasonable and bully others!”

”If we were bullying you, you would all be flat on the ground by now.” Yan Qing scoffed coldly, turning to look at the children hanging off Uncle Yuann. ”Get down right now and go home!”

”I won’t! He bullied my mom!” The eldest Qiao son refused to let go.

”Is that so? Who exactly is bullying whom? Wasn’t your mother the one bullying him?” Lu Yuan stepped out, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

With Uncle Yuann’s massive physique, even without any cultivation base, he could easily lay out Widow Qiao and her entire family. He simply didn’t want to raise a hand against them. However, the sheer deterrent force of a long sword was far greater. On top of that, Lu Yuan was wearing the official uniform of the Demon Suppression Bureau, unlike Yan Qing, who was in casual clothes.

SWISH.

The eldest Qiao son got scared and immediately let go. He quickly led his younger siblings in a retreat.

”You... you’re a bunch of bullies! This isn’t over!”

Seeing Lu Yuan’s half-smiling face and the fierce, murderous aura lingering between his brows, Widow Qiao didn’t dare press the matter any further. She hastily gathered her children and hurried away.

”Sigh, break it up, the show’s over.”

”Why did Yan suddenly come back?”

”So there really is a connection to the Demon Suppression Bureau.”

The surrounding onlookers rapidly dispersed.

”Young Master, why did you return?” Uncle Yuann looked at Yan Qing in extreme embarrassment. He couldn’t believe his wretched state had actually been witnessed.

”Oh, isn’t this the kid from the other day? Uncle Yuann, your charm remains undiminished, and your luck with the ladies is as blooming as ever,” Lu Yuan stepped forward to tease him.

”Of course...” Just as Uncle Yuann started to look smug, he hastily spat out a ”Pah!”

”What luck with the ladies? That was clearly a pig bringing her five little piglets to look for a daddy. Why the hell did she set her sights on me? Damn it, how unlucky!”

”Isn’t it because your charm is just that great, Uncle Yuann?” Lu Yuan blinked innocently.

He thought, ”Heh.” Uncle Yuann didn’t know whether he should be happy or upset.

”Alright, let’s head inside,” Yan Qing said, walking into the courtyard.

Uncle Yuann walked at the back to close the door. Yan Qing led Lu Yuan back into the forging room.

”What happened earlier doesn’t count. Use the tools here and try it again,” Yan Qing instructed.

”Alright.” Lu Yuan picked up a hammer, found a piece of raw iron, and began to pound it, imitating the way Yan Qing had done it last time.

CLANG CLANG CLANG.

His movements were highly proficient, without the slightest hint of sluggishness. Not only did he perfectly mimic the form, but he had also developed a distinct rhythm. Most importantly, the raw iron block was warping and reshaping in a highly regular pattern...

”This kid...” Uncle Yuann’s eyes widened in shock.

He thought, ”Did he already reach the minor mastery stage? It hasn’t even been three days!”

He had initially wondered why the two of them had come over at this time of day. But now... To achieve such results in less than three days—either Lu Yuan had practiced this before, or he was an unparalleled genius even greater than Yan Qing.

The Celestial Weapon Sect had produced yet another peerless genius. There was hope for his dream of obtaining a divine weapon after all!

Yan Qing finally confirmed it. It was somewhat difficult to accept inwardly, but it was the undeniable truth.

”Alright, stop.”

WHOOSH.

Lu Yuan halted his movements.

”Are you sure you want to learn weapon forging?” Yan Qing looked at Lu Yuan and asked seriously.

”I am certain. I want to learn,” Lu Yuan nodded.

”Good. Then, on behalf of my master, I hereby accept you as the eighty-third generation successor of the Celestial Weapon Sect...” Yan Qing formally announced.

”Accepting a disciple on behalf of the master...” Lu Yuan was momentarily stunned. ”Is our master a Great Craftsman?”

”Of course!” Yan Qing shot Lu Yuan a sidelong glance. ”In our Celestial Weapon Sect, only a Great Craftsman has the qualifications to accept disciples!”