Chapter 27: 26. Bewitched

26. Bewitched

Chen An was truly somewhat shocked.

He had a very deep impression of this sword cultivator neighbor.

When the other party came to pay a visit that day, his words and actions were refined and courteous, giving one the feeling that he was a man of great cultivation.

Yet at this moment, he was sneaking into the home of a lone female cultivator in broad daylight, seemingly wanting to commit an improper act against her.

A saint in front of people, a playboy behind their backs?

This contrast was simply too intense.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, I've come to bring you breakfast, come out and take it!"

Atop the courtyard wall, the sword cultivator held his head high and chest out, his left hand behind his back and his right hand holding a box of food, shouting loudly toward the house with a handsome and dashing air.

Soon, the window of the house was heavily opened with a "bang."

The next second, Wen Zhiyun, wearing a Daoist robe, poked her head out from inside the house and cursed loudly: "Han Sanfan, chirping and jabbering at this old lady's place again, are you looking to die!"

"Fellow Daoist Wen, this is breakfast I specially made for you by hand, take it inside and have a taste."

"Get lost!"

"It's very delicious, have a taste, don't waste my good intentions."

Although Han Sanfan was constantly being scolded, his face remained full of smiles.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyun refused to come out to take the breakfast, he simply jumped into the courtyard of Wen Zhiyun's house, intending to deliver the lunchbox to Wen Zhiyun in person.

"Han Sanfan, you're dead!"

Seeing this, Wen Zhiyun cursed, turned around to grab a whip from somewhere, and walked quickly out of the house in a rage.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, this breakfast..."

"... Whack!"

"Whack! Whack! Whack!"

"Whack! Whack!"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Fellow Daoist Wen, stop hitting me, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving, stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

"..."

Wen Zhiyun's combat power was exaggerated; holding a whip in her hand, she whipped the Han Sanfan in front of her like a spinning top, making him jump up and down and howl in pain.

He didn't look like an immortal at all.

He looked exactly like a street thug getting a beating.

Before long, Han Sanfan couldn't take it anymore.

Carrying the lunchbox he had made himself, he scrambled out of the courtyard in a few moves, panicked like a monkey.

"If you dare to harass this old lady again, I'll break your legs!"

Wen Zhiyun cursed viciously, and after finishing, she turned and walked into the house, slamming the door shut with a "bang."

Chen An, outside, was stunned.

What was going on?

This beautiful woman going through menopause had such explosive combat power?

That Han Sanfan was a powerhouse at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, yet he was beaten the whole time without any ability to fight back?

Was this the strength of a Bitter Cultivator?

Chen An was extremely surprised in his heart; he hadn't expected Wen Zhiyun's strength to be this great.

Judging from her performance just now, her cultivation was at least at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, no doubt about it.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, morning."

Han Sanfan, who had just been getting beaten, appeared from some corner a moment later looking jade-like and elegant, smiling as he greeted Chen An.

Chen An returned the smile: "Morning, Fellow Daoist Han."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, have you eaten breakfast? If not, I happen to have a portion here."

"Thank you for your kind intentions, Fellow Daoist Han, but there's no need; I just finished breakfast."

"I see."

Han Sanfan nodded, then asked: "By the way, Fellow Daoist Chen, did you see anything just now?"

"I just came out, I don't know what you mean by 'seeing anything', Fellow Daoist Han?"

"Haha, it's nothing, Fellow Daoist Chen, I have things to do, so I'll be off."

"Go carefully, Fellow Daoist Han."

Chen An watched Han Sanfan leave.

But before Han Sanfan had walked many steps, he suddenly returned and stared at Chen An, saying: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you definitely saw something just now."

"..."

Chen An was silent, but under Han Sanfan's gaze, he eventually said truthfully: "I didn't see much, just that Fellow Daoist Han was whipped a few times by Fellow Daoist Wen."

"I knew it!"

Han Sanfan said, looking as if he had expected it.

Afterwards, he changed from his refined image just now and began to grumble to Chen An:

"That Fellow Daoist Wen is truly barbaric. I kindly brought her breakfast to eat; it's one thing if she doesn't want it, but she even whipped me. How can there be such a person, you tell me?"

"Um... why don't you just knock on the door to deliver it?"

"I have to knock and have her respond for that to work. I've knocked many times before, and not once has she come out to open the door. There's no other way, so I can only climb over the wall to deliver it."

Good heavens, are you a simp for Wen Zhiyun?

Thinking this over, Chen An asked, "Fellow Daoist Han, could it be that you are pursuing Fellow Daoist Wen?"

"Nonsense, which male cultivator in this Core Area hasn't pursued Fellow Daoist Wen?"

"Fellow Daoist Han, please elaborate."

Chen An asked for advice with an open mind, feeling very interested in Wen Zhiyun's past.

Han Sanfan did not beat around the bush and told him everything he knew.

"Heh, Fellow Daoist Chen, you're just new here and don't know, but Fellow Daoist Wen, who lives next door to you, is a famous beauty in the Core Area."

"Whether it's her figure or her appearance, it's all at a heavenly level; which male cultivator wouldn't drool when they see her?"

"From what I understand, in just these past five years, nearly a hundred male cultivators have pursued Fellow Daoist Wen."

"Among them, it is said there were even high and mighty Foundation Establishment experts, but without exception, they were all rejected by Fellow Daoist Wen."

"As Fellow Daoist Wen rejected more people, many male cultivators stopped persisting."

"Only I have always been truly sincere toward Fellow Daoist Wen; no one is more infatuated than I am."

Speaking of this, Han Sanfan looked very proud.

Infatuated?

I think you're more of a creep!

Chen An muttered to himself.

At the same time, he felt very surprised.

He never expected that this middle-aged beauty in his eyes would actually be such a charming female cultivator, so popular among so many male cultivators.

Thinking about it, he seemed to realize something.

Come to think of it, could it be that Wen Zhiyun is so man-hating precisely because she has been harassed by these male cultivators too much?

Hmm, that's very likely.

Chen An thought to himself.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Han Sanfan wanted to take his leave.

He said that this breakfast of his must not go to waste.

He had to hurry and take it to give to other female cultivators while it was still hot.

After hearing this, Chen An immediately apologized to him in his heart.

Fellow Daoist Han, I misunderstood you; you aren't a bootlicker, you're a player!

"Creak—"

Suddenly, a sound of a door opening came from behind.

Chen An looked back and discovered it was Wen Zhiyun coming out of her house.

She was holding a bamboo spray tube in her hand, spraying everywhere that Han Sanfan had just been in contact with, looking as if she were disinfecting.

Chen An was also stunned; is his beautiful neighbor really this man-hating?

This is too exaggerated!

While surprised, Chen An couldn't help but look Wen Zhiyun over carefully.

Her beautiful eyes were watery and captivating, her nose was slightly high and straight with a sense of dimension, and her lips were of moderate thickness, light pink with a hint of red, giving one a sense of charm that could melt into one's bones.

Looking further down, although she was wearing a loose Daoist robe, that curvaceous figure could not be hidden at all; it would make the top-tier beauties among his own wives and concubines feel ashamed to look at her, and her whole body was filled with the unique charm of a mature woman.

And the most crucial part was that her waist and calves were exceptionally slender, without a trace of fat, and could be encircled by one's hands.

Such a peerless appearance, such a graceful figure—this is truly too tempting.

Regardless of the reason, Chen An felt he should try to woo this beautiful woman living alone.

Otherwise, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

"What are you looking at? None of you men are any good!"

Sensing that Chen An was looking her over, Wen Zhiyun immediately turned her head to glare at him, picked up the bamboo tube in her hand, and sprayed it toward him from afar.

Afterward, she walked quickly into the house and closed the door with a "bang."

Chen An recalled her sexy and charming back as she entered the house just now, and the thought of taking her as a concubine grew heavier in his heart.

"No, no, I need to sober up."

"My current state is very wrong!"

Chen An shook his head, feeling as if he had been bewitched, and immediately turned to go back into the house to find Gu Xinyue for a deep exchange, anxious to soothe the heat in his heart.

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PS: Setting out my bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!