Chapter 709: Just a Few Drops

Lu Wu's pupils shook.

Immediately, his eyes blazed with sharp light, and he lunged at Tuan Tuan.

Xiao Ningyuan held his sister tight and hastily stepped back a few paces.

Xiao Er's gaze turned cold, he swung his long blade sideways, placing it directly against his neck: "Stand still!"

Lu Wu's steps halted abruptly, his eyes frenzied, he muttered: "How much suffering I've endured for you! Do you know? Ah-choo!"

Xiao Ningyuan furrowed his brows, this old man's words sounded like a resentful woman's.

"What's it to me?" Tuan Tuan pouted, unhappy, "It's not like I asked you to come!"

Lu Wu: "……"

What she said wasn't wrong either.

Tuan Tuan asked: "Hey! Old man! Those martial arts are great—just how many people who like wearing black clothes are there?"

"Shadow Blade?" Lu Wu blurted, "How do you know about Shadow Blade?"

Tuan Tuan blinked: "So they're called Shadow Blade! That name is really weird!"

Lu Wu: "……"

Turns out you didn't know!

Tuan Tuan fired off questions like a barrage: "How many are there in total? Why did you bring them here? You big bastard, are you sending them to bully my father?"

Lu Wu looked at him, his thoughts racing.

Great! Since you're asking me for something, then give me your blood in exchange!

He was about to speak when he felt his snot about to pour out, so he hastily reached for the table.

Xiao Er's blade didn't budge: "Don't move!"

The next moment, two streams of snot, clear as water, gushed from his nostrils and ran down to his lips.

Lu Wu hastily inhaled hard, sucking the snot back in.

"Oh dear!" Tuan Tuan stared, mouth agape, lifted her little hand to cover her eyes: "You're so dirty!"

Lu Wu's old face flushed red, he pointed to a stack of paper on the table.

Only then did Xiao Er step back a few paces, letting him walk to the table's edge.

Lu Wu grabbed two sheets of paper and stuffed them into his nostrils: "Ah—choo!"

He wiped his nose clean, sneezed a few more times, scratched his whole body, and finally could speak properly: "Since you want to know, you must give me your blood in exchange!"

"Otherwise, ah-choo! Don't even think of hearing a single word from me!"

How dare you demand the young lady's blood?

Xiao Er's anger flared up instantly, his grip tightened a notch, and a wound immediately appeared on Lu Wu's neck, blood flowing down.

Lu Wu winced in pain and shrank his neck.

Lu Qi on the roof, his iron lotus nearly slipped from his grasp, almost flying off to take Lu Wu's life.

Xiao Feifei rubbed against his chin.

Lu Qi patted its little head, hmph, you want the young lady's blood?

Do you think you're Xiao Feifei?

"Are you not going to say?" Tuan Tuan, too lazy to bother with him, said, "Fine, then we're leaving! Let you stay itchy for the rest of your life!"

"Exactly!" Xiao Ningyuan hugged his sister and turned to leave, even Xiao Er sheathed his blade and followed them.

"Don't go, don't go! Ah-choo!" Lu Wu panicked, lunged forward and grabbed Xiao Er's sleeve.

Xiao Er wore a look of disdain, backhanded a slash that cut the sleeve, then lifted it and placed it again against his neck.

Lu Wu stared fixedly at Tuan Tuan: "Can you cure my itch? Really?"

Xiao Ningyuan turned back, Tuan Tuan looked at him and nodded: "Yes! I can make you stop itching right now, and you won't itch again!"

Lu Wu looked at her half-believing, half-doubting.

"You don't believe me? Fine, I'll let you feel comfortable for a moment." Tuan Tuan flung herself into her brother's embrace, unfastening the little embroidered pouch.

Xiao Ningyuan hastily turned his back to Lu Wu.

Lu Wu stretched his neck to look, but Xiao Er immediately shifted sideways, squarely blocking his view.

Lu Wu lifted his gaze to the towering Xiao Er, not daring to move.

Tuan Tuan took a small piece of broken string from the embroidered pouch, murmuring softly: "Let him feel comfortable… just a bit!"

She loosened her little hand, and the broken string fell to the ground.

A faint light flashed, and the broken string vanished.

Xiao Ningyuan turned around: "How about it, aren't you itch-free now?"

Lu Wu blinked: "Not……"

Before his words finished, not only did the strange itch that had plagued him for days disappear, but his head also stopped aching, his sneezing and runny nose vanished entirely, and his whole body felt utterly light.

He drew a long breath and let out a comfortable moan.

But just a moment later, everything returned to how it was.

Lu Wu stared, eyes wide, and asked: "How come it only lasted that short?"

Tuan Tuan made a face at him: "You said it—I'll only let you stay comfortable if you do!"

Recalling that brief moment of ultimate comfort, Lu Wu gritted his teeth: "Fine! Then I'll tell you. Shadow Blade has fifty members in total, all in the hands of the Supreme Venerable."

"Supreme Venerable?" Xiao Ningyuan startled, "Is that the one from the Netherworld Peak?"

Lu Wu nodded: "Exactly! The Supreme Venerable of the Netherworld Peak."

"I never wanted to come, ah-choo! It's all because he forced me!"

"Otherwise, I don't even know you—why would I travel all this way just to oppose you?"

"That broken top again!" Tuan Tuan thought of it and got angry: "What does that Supreme Lord look like? You must have seen him, right?"

Lu Wu shook his head: "I, Ah-choo! I don't know; he always wears a bronze mask, sneaky, never showing his true face."

Bronze mask!

Several people glanced at each other.

Lu Wu, while scratching, pressed: "Everything you wanted to know, I've already told you; hurry up and cure my illness—don't go back on your word!"

"You haven't said whether you sent Shadow Blade to bully my father!" Tuan Tuan pouted.

Lu Wu startled: "Shadow Blade is what the Supreme Lord had me locked up in the great prison, forcing me to hand it over."

"After they arrived here, the Supreme Lord took them all away. I don't know what they went off to do."

Xiao Ningyuan looked at him, old thing, surely not telling the truth.

"Such a formidable group, handed over? Then what use are you still here?"

He let out a cold snort: "Tuan Tuan, since he refuses to tell the truth, we don't need to waste time on him—let's go."

Tuan Tuan nodded: "Okay!"

Having said that, the brother and sister turned and were about to leave.

"Don't don't don't!" Lu Wu scratched hard at his arms, shoulders, chest...

After putting on his clothes, even a little heat made the itch worse; he'd had enough, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed shirtless in the room.

Xiao Er looked at him, feeling uncomfortable all over, himself almost itching.

He scratched the back of his hand, lifted the blade upward: "Speak quickly!"

Lu Wu, utterly helpless: "I'm speaking! I'm speaking—isn't that enough?"

"Shadow Blade is my own creation; because they took my secret medicine, their martial arts became pure, but if the medicine runs out, they'll all become useless."

Xiao Ningyuan understood upon hearing: "So you handed over the people, but the medicine is still in your hands."

Lu Wu nodded: "Right, Ah-choo! Right!"

Tuan Tuan's eyes shifted: "You're lying to me!"

Lu Wu panicked: "I'm not lying to you! Everything I said is true!"

Tuan Tuan tilted his head: "You said Shadow Blade only has fifty people, so why is there Number Seventy-Eight?"

Lu Wu's heart startled: Seventy-Eight!

Could it be the two that the Supreme Lord old man once said died outside?

Xiao Ningyuan stared fixedly at his expression; the old man was indeed deceiving Tuan Tuan!

He shook his head: "Let's go; he won't tell the truth, asking is useless."

"No no no! I'm speaking!" Lu Wu, afraid Tuan Tuan would really leave, "but if I say everything..."

He gazed greedily at Tuan Tuan: "Can you give me a few drops of blood? Just a few drops!"