Chapter 44: An Unexpected Visitor Arrives

There is a saying: “A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated,” especially for someone of Grandmaster stature. Yet, his two disciples had been buried? That was a stinging insult, a loud slap to the face.

So, without a moment’s delay, Wolong Qingtian rallied his disciples and, brimming with murderous intent, swept from Lingnan to the Eastern Capital of Beichuan. Their goal was to kill Chu Xiaoyu, the insignificant farm owner.

What was happening? A Grandmaster himself had set out—just for a mere farm owner? Unbelievable. It sent chills down everyone’s spine. The world was shaken.

Yet, as the very center of this storm, Chu Xiaoyu paid no attention to the wild rumors suddenly sweeping society. He had no idea that Wolong Qingtian, with his entire school of disciples, was marching in defeat to his doorstep.

At this moment, Chu Xiaoyu was in the manor’s backyard, amusing himself with White Dragon Horse, while Tieshan and Fatty Ox stood by.

“Sir, don’t you think White Dragon Horse is getting fatter by the day?” Tieshan suddenly asked.

“Uh… really? I think he looks fine. In fact, a little fat is good,” Chu Xiaoyu replied lazily.

Tieshan muttered, “Heavens, you call this ‘not fat’? Sir, this creature is already too plump. He’s a flying horse from the Celestial Palace, not an ordinary white mare. If he gets any heavier, he won’t be able to fly at all.”

Without something for comparison, you might not notice. Chu Xiaoyu lazily glanced at Fatty Ox. “Too fat to fly? But look at Fatty—he still manages, doesn’t he?”

“Ahem… Sir, don’t poke fun at me. I’m not fat. And even if I am, it’s just false fat—yes, just water weight,” Fatty Ox chuckled.

Living here in the manor, with delicious food in abundance—three meals a day, plus midnight snacks—who wouldn’t gain weight? This farm’s climate and soil really do nurture people (and beasts) well; even the animals end up plump and healthy.

Just look at White Dragon Horse, soaring freely over the manor grounds—his figure truly seemed a bit portly these days.

And as for themselves? With such feasting every day, it was only a matter of time before they ate themselves sick.

“Sigh, I wonder how Eldest Brother is doing with the pest removal. It’s been days without news.”

“Oh, right, sir, does your Didiwei really kill those nasty pests?” Tieshan blinked, curious.

“Of course,” Chu Xiaoyu replied confidently. “No matter how tough the pests, a spray of Didiwei and they’re gone. I’d wager that monkey has wiped them all out by now—and is probably napping somewhere.”

Glancing at the time, Chu Xiaoyu yawned. “Ah… time for my afternoon nap. You two amuse yourselves.”

With that, he left.

Fatty Ox looked around, then shuffled over to Tieshan. “A-Tieshan, I… I have a secret I want to tell you. I…”

“You’d better not,” she interrupted.

A girl’s intuition is rarely wrong. Seeing Fatty Ox’s face flush and hearing him stammer, Tieshan, quick-witted as ever, immediately understood what the big ox wanted to say. She had no wish to hear it.

Her words doused his courage in an instant. Fatty Ox’s face fell. “But… A-Tieshan, I haven’t even said anything. How do you know what I want to say?”

“I know, so you don’t have to. Once you say it, maybe we won’t even be friends anymore,” Tieshan warned.

Fatty Ox liked her. Tieshan had known for ages, though she pretended otherwise.

Fatty Ox stole a few glances at her, saw she was deadly serious—not joking at all—and the words he’d bottled up dared not leave his lips.

“Hey! Where is everyone? Someone come out here, now! If not, I, Wolong, will raze this manor to the ground today!”

The sudden arrival of the Wolong clan was abrupt and jarring.

What the—? The master had only just gone for a nap, and now someone was barging in, all bluster and arrogance.

“Fatty Ox, come on, let’s go see what’s happening—sounds like someone’s here to make trouble.”

“Let’s go!”

Before they could reach the gate, a thunderous crash shook the manor as the door was smashed to pieces.

Wolong Qingtian stormed in, flanked by his disciples, each one emanating a fierce aura.

Good heavens!

These thugs barging in like bandits were utterly detestable.

Tieshan and Fatty Ox could hardly stay calm. If not for the restrictions this manor placed on their magic, these intruders would already be sent flying.

It was a certainty.

“You two kids—where are your elders? Get them out here to see me at once!” Wolong Qingtian announced his authority, standing tall in all the grandeur of a Grandmaster.

Tieshan’s fiery temper ignited. “Pah! Who do you think you are, smashing our master’s gate? Do you know how expensive that was? Can you even afford to pay for it?”

“Master, this little girl—she’s so funny,” one disciple whispered, barely holding back laughter.

The rest wanted to burst out laughing too, but, in their master’s presence, could only suppress it.

“Heh, who are you people, anyway? Daring to barge into our master’s manor—aren’t you afraid to die?” Fatty Ox and Tieshan exchanged a glance, both sensing these visitors were no ordinary folk—but so what?

No matter how skilled they might be, they were merely mortals. True, the manor suppressed their magic, but to deal with such insignificant pests didn’t require troubling their master.

“A-Tieshan, are you scared? There might be a brawl coming. These people must be from some major sect,” Fatty Ox guessed.

Tieshan nodded. “Yes, I can tell—they’re no ordinary visitors.”

“You two kids, what are you whispering about? Our master is asking you a question—where are your elders? Get them out here!”

“Enough noise! Ignorant fools, do you think you can just demand to see our master? Get lost!”

A sudden gust, and with a loud slap, the disciple who had been shouting was struck across the face.

It happened so fast, it was uncanny—like a bolt of lightning—and left them all stunned.