Chapter 188: 188 Damn Your Mother! (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

Zhu Yaluan was falling apart.

She had always assumed that such unbridled extravagance from Ning Zhaozhu could never last, nor could it have any real substance.

But she was wrong.

Wrong in the most outrageous way.

How could a man have such stamina? Never mind that it was in broad daylight.

He had kept at it for nearly two-thirds of an hour! She still remembered how her husband used to be finished in a mere moment.

This fellow was like someone who hadn't tasted meat in lifetimes; even Liuli Shitai, a dignified person of the Buddhist faith, had been influenced by him to become so obscure and unbearable.

As they descended the mountain, seeing that the son she had not met for so long was now within reach.

Subconsciously touching her lower abdomen, Zhu Yaluan tried hard to calm her agitated and restless heart.

Only.

The flush on her face continued to ripple and linger, impossible to dissipate.

Before long.

Ning Mu brought Zhu Yaluan and Liuli down the mountain together, the three of them arriving at the drill ground.

The drill ground.

The Stranger Blade squad was training while holding wet logs.

Their movements could not be called uniform, but at least everyone was putting in effort, and their momentum was strong.

Even Zhu Yaluan could not help but nod repeatedly at the sight.

This was far more intense than the training in ordinary mountain strongholds, and everyone was very serious, not just going through the motions.

Unlike those subordinates at Yunxiao Stronghold, who wished they could just make a few casual gestures and go hide in the shade.

Given time, this Ningyang Stronghold would surely be a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss!

Zhu Yaluan could not help but think these random thoughts.

And at this moment.

Wu Yuxiao was losing his temper.

"Is there no one left in your Ningyang Stronghold?"

"I've been waiting for nearly an hour, and I can't even see a shadow!"

"Damn your mother, you bastards, speak!"

Wu Yuxiao grabbed a guard by the collar, venting the anger in his heart.

The guard had fury hidden in his eyes.

But he still said calmly, "Young Master Wu, please be patient. The Stronghold Master and the leaders are all very busy. Once they are free, they will naturally take you to see Stronghold Master Zhu!"

The other guard watched him with composure.

However, his hand remained on the hilt of his blade, his eyes filled with caution and vigilance.

Should there be any unusual movement, he would strike at the first opportunity.

Even if their strength was inferior to the opponent's, they shared honor and disgrace with Ningyang Stronghold; they could not lose face! Being unable to step down due to the opponent's lukewarm attitude, Wu Yuxiao became even more furious.

Slap! He immediately delivered a palm strike to the guard's face.

"Damn your mother!"

Afterwards, he pointed at the noses of the two guards and shouted and cursed, "Is your Stronghold Master a turtle? Always hiding and refusing to show his face, if you have the guts, tell him to come out!"

"Insolent!"

Clang~ Although the guard who had been slapped was angry, he had not lost his temper.

But now, hearing Wu Yuxiao insult the Stronghold Master, he was suddenly consumed by rage and could no longer endure it.

Immediately, he and the other guard drew their blades in unison, surrounding Wu Yuxiao with grim expressions.

"How dare you, brat, insult the Stronghold Master!"

The guards flanked Wu Yuxiao, their blades pointed at him, their expressions filled with fury.

It was as if they would run him through at the slightest disagreement.

Wu Yuxiao was also frightened by this display!

But as the son of a Stronghold Master, his deathly pale complexion quickly recovered, and a look of mockery flowed in his eyes as he sneered, "If I give you two the guts, would you dare to touch me?"

"I am, after all, the Young Leader of Yunxiao Stronghold; even if my mother is imprisoned, I am still an honored guest!"

"And you? You are nothing but mongrel dogs; if you touch me, you won't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Wu Yuxiao was arrogant and high-spirited, completely unafraid.

Upon hearing this, the two guards frowned and exchanged a glance.

But soon.

The guard who had been slapped sneered, placed his blade directly against Wu Yuxiao's neck, and said coldly, "Insulting our Stronghold Master is a capital crime! My cheap life for the Young Master's life—it's not a loss!"

As the words fell, Wu Yuxiao's expression changed abruptly.

Why was he getting angry with such low-level thugs!

It was just a cheap life!

But without giving him a chance to react, the guard prepared to slice Wu Yuxiao's neck.

Wu Yuxiao was naturally not a pushover, and he retreated violently.

"Stop!"

And just at this moment.

An anxious, clear shout rang out suddenly.

It made the guard feel as if his ears had exploded and his heart had shattered, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Wu Yuxiao and the three guards all turned their heads to look.

They saw three people walking slowly from the fork in the road leading from the drill ground to the back mountain not far away.

And the person who had suddenly shouted to stop them was none other than Wu Yuxiao's mother, Yunxiao Stronghold's Stronghold Master, Zhu Yaluan.

Seeing her son nearly have his throat slit by someone, Zhu Yaluan's expression was one of horror; she immediately swept past Ning Mu and hurried over with swift steps.

"Mother!"

Wu Yuxiao was overjoyed.

The confidence and arrogance in his eyes were restored.

He thought that since his mother still possessed the Cultivation Points of a Sitting Reflection Grandmaster, a Grandmaster would surely give her some face! Seeing Zhu Yaluan, the two guards frowned.

Seeing the Stronghold Master just a short distance behind them, the two exchanged a glance and prepared to join forces to execute Wu Yuxiao!

This person was perverse and had insulted the Stronghold Master; according to the stronghold laws, the crime was punishable by death! But just as the two raised their blades to act.

"Audacious!"

Zhu Yaluan let out a sharp cry and immediately flicked her sleeve.

A force of energy rose against the wind, snapping the blades and swords in the two guards' hands inch by inch.

Immediately following.

She moved with swift steps, flashed directly in front of Wu Yuxiao, blocked him behind her, then turned to look at the two guards who were standing at the ready with a cold expression, and finally cast her gaze toward the tardy Ning Mu.

"Ning Zhaozhu!"

Zhu Yaluan's brows were tightly locked as she looked deeply at Ning Mu.

Surely she couldn't have just finished serving him as a mother, only to have her own son's blood spilled before her eyes in the next breath!

Ning Mu waved his hand casually, signaling the two guards to step back.

"Stronghold Master, this subordinate is guilty!" The two guards' expressions shifted slightly as they hurriedly knelt.

Ning Mu raised an eyebrow, stepped forward to help them up, and said, "I heard the dispute just now; there is nothing wrong with defending the dignity of the stronghold. If you must speak of guilt, it is that you lost your Wuji. As subordinates of the Martial Hall, your weapons are your second life. Under no circumstances should you discard your weapons. When facing an enemy, once you lose your weapon, you can only stretch out your neck to be slaughtered. Do you understand?"

Ning Mu looked at the two of them gently.

The two guards were immediately moved beyond words, nodding at once and saying, "This subordinate understands and will certainly take the Stronghold Master's words to heart!"

"Mm, go on down!"

Ning Mu smiled and patted the two on the shoulder with a very cordial attitude, leaving the two guards deeply moved.

Seeing Ning Mu shielding these two subordinates so openly.

A trace of sorrow could not help but flow through Zhu Yaluan's eyes.

Just a moment ago in that cornfield, she had been so thoroughly ravaged by him.

Yet now, her son had nearly been killed by his men, and he remained calm and indifferent, not even mentioning it.

This could not help but make her feel some indignation in her heart.

However, she also knew that this matter could not be blamed entirely on the two guards; it was her son who was somewhat overbearing. But he was her son, after all.

The other party was merely two small guards.

Wu Yuxiao, however, was not so calm. He had nearly died at the hands of these two small fry, yet seeing the small fry being shielded by Ning Mu and sent away, he immediately flew into a rage.

"Ning Mu, what the hell do you mean by this? These two dogs nearly killed me, and you aren't even going to hold them accountable?"

With his mother in front, Wu Yuxiao suddenly felt he had backing.

He immediately glared at Ning Mu with a fierce expression, almost pointing at his nose while scolding him.

This foolish child!

Zhu Yaluan's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to speak up to stop her son, but after a moment of hesitation, she decided to wait and see.

"Damn it, your stronghold has a True Person, and although my mother is a hostage, she is at least a Grandmaster. Do you not know how to weigh the importance of things?"

Wu Yuxiao glared at Ning Mu.

A flicker of expectation danced in Zhu Yaluan's eyes; although her son's attitude was a bit too overbearing, this sentence had touched her heart.

Although her Cultivation Points were currently restricted, she was, after all, a former Sitting Reflection Grandmaster and would have the opportunity to recover her strength in the future.

A dignified Grandmaster martial artist might not be much in front of a True Person, but they were still a significant asset.

Could this Ning Zhaozhu really look down on her that much? Ning Mu looked at this pair of mother and son with a strange expression.

They seemed not to understand the value of a Divine Origin Realm martial artist.

And they understood even less what it meant for one mountain to be higher than another.

To be in such a situation and still dare to clamor like this—he truly didn't know if it was commendable courage or a lack of brains.

It was no wonder.

After all, they were just a group of mountain bandits; they had likely never had the slightest interaction with a Divine Origin Realm martial artist in their entire lives.

The ignorant are fearless.

He shrugged calmly, looked at Wu Yuxiao, and said peacefully while shaking his head: "Your mother is a servant; is Young Master Wu unable to recognize reality, or are you still immersed in the dream of being the young Alliance Leader, unwilling to wake up?"

Once these words were spoken.

everyone present was stunned.

Even Liuli, who was beside him with a look of spring in her eyes, had her expression freeze, and then a strange look appeared on her face as she gazed at the back of Ning Mu's head.

Husband is... too blunt!

To say such things about someone's mother right in front of her son.

Even if it was the truth, there was no need to say it so harshly.

It was estimated that Zhu Yaluan's foolish son would likely be unable to recover from the phrase "your mother is a servant" for a long time to come.

It might even be a shadow that would shroud his entire life!

Zhu Yaluan and Wu Yuxiao were also stunned.

A flash of disbelief crossed Zhu Yaluan's eyes, immediately followed by a surge of sorrow and helplessness.

She understood that Ning Zhaozhu's words were not false.

It was just that they were unpleasant to hear.

Yet in his heart, she was merely a slave, even though just half a quarter of an hour ago, he had left his seed inside her body.

This caused a deep sense of sorrow and desolation to rise within her heart.

As for Wu Yuxiao, once he reacted, his eyes were filled with intense anger and humiliation.

"What did you say?"

"How dare you insult my mother! Damn it, you stinking piece of trash, I'm going to kill you!"

Wu Yuxiao was overcome with rage; he immediately drew the dagger he carried with him, intending to rush up and stab Ning Mu.

In his extreme anger, he had completely lost the ability to think.

"Xiao'er, stop!"

"Presumptuous!"

Almost simultaneously, Zhu Yaluan and Liuli shouted out one after the other.

The difference was.

Zhu Yaluan wanted to hold Wu Yuxiao back, but she was a beat too slow.

Liuli, however, let out a burst of energy; an extremely oppressive aura, like a leather whip, was unleashed from her sleeve, directly sending Wu Yuxiao flying backward three or five zhang. Under this aura, the dagger was reduced to fine powder, and along with the surging airflow, it turned directly into metallic dust, scattering all over the ground.

"Ah..."

Wu Yuxiao fell to the ground wailing, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Liuli had not used her full strength; one percent of her power was already enough to shatter Wu Yuxiao's internal organs! "Xiao'er!"

Zhu Yaluan's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly went over to support Wu Yuxiao.

After checking his pulse, Zhu Yaluan felt slightly relieved; his internal injuries were quite severe, but fortunately, his life was not in danger!

With a few months of recuperation and high-grade medicinal herbs, his injuries could still be recovered.

She raised her head and looked at Liuli, her eyes filled with a rich, complex emotion, impossible to tell if it was hatred or enmity.

"Ning Zhaozhu, if Xiao'er dies, even if I have to throw my life away, I will never live on in disgrace!"

Zhu Yaluan stared fixedly at Ning Mu.

"Mother, no need to beg him!"

"You dog-born bastard, you remember this for me, one day, I will make you pay the price!"

Wu Yuxiao coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he still glared at Ning Mu unconvinced, shouting with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart.

Ning Mu raised an eyebrow slightly, then looked with a calm expression at the grief-stricken Zhu Yaluan, before walking up to the mother and son and looking down at them from above.

"I f*** your mother!"

A very calm, yet very piercing retort.

"..." Wu Yuxiao was instantly so angry his face turned dark purple, gasping like an ox.

But with every breath, a large amount of blood squeezed from his internal organs gushed out.

Zhu Yaluan's expression also changed slightly, and her heart could not help but pound; in her mind, she couldn't help but recall the scene behind the cornfield, where she was like a leaf drifting in the wind, stumbling and falling.

Her heart tightened, fearing that Ning Mu would expose the truth in front of Xiao'er, and she dared not refute him. She immediately turned her head away with a slightly flushed face, pretending to be calm, and urged Wu Yuxiao: "Xiao'er, don't be impulsive. With your blood and Qi surging, even Mother cannot protect your life. Calm your mind!"

Although she said that.

But in this situation, how could he possibly calm down? Ning Mu, who had made Wu Yuxiao vomit blood with just a few words, looked indifferent. He shifted his gaze to Zhu Yaluan, who was blushing to her ears, shrugged, and said calmly: "Stronghold Master Zhu, don't take yourself too seriously!"

"You came down the mountain with me just now; with your strength, you couldn't have failed to hear what your son was saying!"

"You also have a copy of the Ningyang Stronghold laws; you should know what the statutes are."

"That I can still spare his life is already because I am looking at how... affectionate you were behind the mountain. If you don't know what's good for you, I don't mind destroying a flower with a ruthless hand!"

"How to decide, Stronghold Master Zhu, you had better think it over carefully!"

Ning Mu glanced at her calmly, then turned around directly, put his arm around Liuli, and walked toward the main hall.

And as Ning Mu and Liuli left.

Wu Yuxiao was dumbfounded.

He braced himself against his injuries, eyes wide with disbelief, looking at his mother.

"Mother!"

"He, what was he saying just now!"

"Behind the mountain? What behind the mountain, what did you two do!"

Wu Yuxiao was very anxious.

And Zhu Yaluan, her face flushed, brows tightly locked, her eyes flowing with thirty percent shame and anger, and seventy percent struggle!

She finally understood her status in Ning Zhaozhu's heart!

She was nothing more than a dispensable person!

A slave to his mother...

A slave! He was completely the type to pull up his pants and deny everything! She had no conditions or power to negotiate with him. Even though she had already been forced to submit to him, if she defied his will, it would still bring about a fatal disaster! It didn't matter if she died.

But behind her were thousands of villagers of Yunxiao Stronghold, and the only flesh and blood left by her late husband!

She knew that Ning Zhaozhu's last sentence was telling her to make a decision!

After struggling in her heart, she slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and ultimately chose to compromise...

"Xiao'er, go, kneel before the hall and whip yourself one hundred times, then beg him for forgiveness!"

Zhu Yaluan said to Wu Yuxiao with a complex expression and a gentle tone.

(End of this chapter)