Chapter 105: The Swordsman and the Dog
“Why are you still standing there? Aren’t you going?” Chu Xiaoyu’s displeasure was evident.
When the usually kind and gentle master grew angry, Su Daji couldn’t help but shiver. “O-okay, Master, please don’t be angry. I’ll go right away.”
If it were the Su Daji before being possessed by the fox spirit—the original Miss Su—she would have been a timid young lady. But now, possessed by the fox spirit, what kind of killing methods hadn’t she encountered? Burying a living person as fertilizer was nothing significant.
As long as it was the master's order, Su Daji could handle it with a snap of her fingers.
Su Daji was about to deal with Yan Beigui when he suddenly knelt down repeatedly before Chu Xiaoyu, crying out and begging for mercy, “Master... please spare me, don’t kill me.”
The proud and arrogant demeanor he had upon arrival had completely collapsed; now, he was groveling like a dead dog.
Yan Beigui suddenly felt that his very existence was a cruel joke.
His famed Thirty-Six Earth Sword Techniques had barely been displayed, and now he was a prisoner.
“Heh, the illustrious number one swordsman of Yanjing, Yan Beigui, is this all the skill you have?” Chu Xiaoyu shook his head with disdain. “Fine, the heavens value life, so I’ll spare you. You won’t die, but from now on, Yan Beigui, you will be my dog in public. Of course, you may refuse.”
Was it worth living just to be a dog? He, Yan Beigui, was a grand master!
A grand master may be killed, but never humiliated!
His body trembled. The chance to live offered barely a microsecond to decide—miss it, and he would end up as nothing but bones and earth.
“I… I agree to your terms.”
After fierce inner struggle, Yan Beigui had no choice but to concede.
As long as he could survive, perhaps there would be a chance to turn things around someday.
Even if he had to be a salted fish, he would choose to be the saltiest one.
But a salted fish turned over was still a salted fish.
With a glimmer of hope in his heart, Yan Beigui’s future days were the most despairing.
Having chosen to be a dog, he was destined to be one for life, with no chance of redemption.
And so, Yan Beigui—the renowned number one swordsman of Yanjing—had the honor of becoming the gatekeeper and servant of the next small farm in Phoenix Village.
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Yan Beigui’s daily routine was simple and monotonous.
He was responsible for opening the door for guests, sweeping the floor, serving tea, and other menial tasks.
What? Make a grand master do the chores of a rough farm girl?
Was the world about to turn upside down?
The martial arts community was shaken.
Media and reporters from the Eastern Capital flocked to interview him.
Nobody could believe that Yan Beigui, the legendary number one swordsman of Yanjing, would willingly become a servant in a small farmstead.
A man above all others, revered by thousands, would never fall so low as to serve others.
The small farm became a sensation all over again because of Yan Beigui.
Inside the farm, reporters swarmed, blocking his path, bombarding him with questions.
Indeed, it was Yan Beigui himself.
Had it not been for those familiar with him seeing him in person, many would have thought he was an actor hired by some knockoff company.
Facing the cameras and the endless questions, Yan Beigui was like a mute tasting bitter medicine—full of suffering but unable to speak.
If he didn’t choose to be a dog—a well-behaved dog—he would be buried alive and used as fertilizer.
The choice was between two extremes, a cruel and ridiculous multiple-choice question even a child could understand.
“Master Yan, say something. Why have you come to this small farm to be a servant? What terrible things have happened to you?”
The number one swordsman of Yanjing, revered by thousands—wouldn’t that be far better?
“I… I…” Yan Beigui stammered for a long time but couldn’t utter a single word in the end.
His suffering was truly indescribable.
Not far away, on the porch beneath the grape arbor, Chu Xiaoyu lounged lazily in a rocking chair while Su Daji rubbed his shoulders.
After watching Yan Beigui surrounded by the media for a while, Su Daji finally couldn’t help but ask, “Master, you spared Yan Beigui and kept him here instead of killing him. What is your purpose? Is it merely to humiliate him?”
Master didn’t seem like that kind of person.
After more than a year together, Su Daji had some understanding of Chu Xiaoyu’s true nature.
He was not a cruel man.
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As to whether he truly intended to humiliate Yan Beigui, Su Daji was uncertain.
“Don’t stop, keep rubbing,” Chu Xiaoyu said, patting Su Daji’s small hands. “Ah, I suddenly miss that little girl A Shan and the chubby Ox. Ever since they said they had to return to the West Journey, there’s been no word from them. How ungrateful.”
Could it be that the chubby Ox secretly took little Princess A Shan away as his wife?
According to the Journey to the West script, A Shan and the chubby Ox were supposed to be a couple.
Damn it!
Absolutely not!
A Shan, such a little girl, could never be taken away by the chubby Ox.
Chu Xiaoyu suddenly sprang up from the chair, startling Su Daji. “M-Master, what’s wrong?”
“Ah! I just remembered something. Later, after those reporters leave, tell Yan Beigui to clean the entire farm thoroughly. No dinner if the work isn’t finished.”
Uh… is that really what the master just remembered?
Truly unconventional and unique.
Watching the master’s retreating figure, Su Daji glanced back at Yan Beigui with a sudden wave of sympathy.
The renowned number one swordsman reduced to a farm’s gatekeeper and servant?
But if he didn’t take this role, he would’ve ended up as fertilizer.
Given the choice between two extremes, what would you choose?
Sigh! The master’s methods of torment are truly extraordinary.
Su Daji’s eyes sparkled, her mood shifting with delicate, subtle changes.
It was almost certain.
She must have fallen for the master.
The thought startled Su Daji greatly.
The wind blows and one meets love at first sight; turn a hundred miles away and the next meeting is unknown.
In the end, they belonged to two different worlds.