Chapter 891: You're really vulgar

Chen Wuji's complaining left Chen Wushuang unable to handle it.

The Family Head's temper seems a bit irritable now; how can he still despise the enemy for lacking ability?

If the Snake Staff Elder had a few grand masters in his hands, that would really give them a headache.

The destructive power caused by a grand master, this Personal Guard Lìng absolutely dare not have any carelessness.

In direct confrontation, they fear no grand master, but once a grand master-level expert finds a flaw, that is their doom.

Experts of this level, even a slight oversight, could possibly cause them to lose their lord in an instant.

Chen Wuji watched with great enjoyment, even specially changing to a pot of tea.

Such a level of battle must be accompanied by some good tea.

He leaned sideways on the wooden stool, forcefully pushing his right leg forward, making tsking sounds with his mouth.

Damn, envious!

How can he not train to this level?

Old Kong that old fogey says it's because he's old, his bones have already set, but how old is he really?

Just in his early twenties.

At this age, the bones are indeed set, hardness etc. absolutely sufficient, but not overly so, right?

It must be that Old Kong's perspective is narrow.

In this realm, martial arts flourish; the sects of the world are like carp crossing the river, experts too many to count.

It's impossible that all martial artists are trained from childhood; there must be many who start this path at eighteen, nineteen, or twenty-odd years old.

When free, we should search more; there surely is a martial path suited for him in this world.

Such soaring leaps, a single sword beam that can shear off a treetop—really cool.

The tea bubbled, a waft of refreshing fragrance escaping with the rising steam.

Chen Wushuang immediately stepped forward to pour tea for Chen Wuji.

But the pot of tea Chen Wuji had specially brewed for this battle hadn't yet reached his lips with vigor when the battle over there ended.

Kong Jianshi descended gracefully holding a piece of cloth, saying, 'I have failed the Young Master's trust; I couldn't keep the person, that woman's movement is very special, I couldn't catch her.'

Chen Wuji looked at the cloth in his hand and asked, 'What is this?'

"'That woman's skirt.'"

Chen Wuji earnestly stared at the object in the woman's hand for two glances, 'The person wasn't kept, you kept her skirt?'

Kong Jianshi weighed it in his hand, 'Just a piece of cloth from the skirt, not the skirt itself!'

'Old Kong, I really didn't expect you to be so vulgar.' Chen Wuji exclaimed in disbelief, 'If you didn't catch the person, you didn't catch them—what's the point of pulling off her skirt? You… you… you, you're really vulgar!'

Kong Jianshi's eyes widened, and he hurriedly explained, 'Young Master, this is something I sliced off with my sword; I just brought it back, thinking maybe I could identify the woman through the cloth. I, I have no other intention; this isn't vulgar, just a handy thing…'

Chen Wuji laughed doubled over, 'No problem, no problem, I was just joking; throw away this ragged cloth, it looks ominous.'

Based solely on a piece of cloth, we probably couldn't identify her; this woman is almost certainly from Liu Yan's side, a court official. That's enough; we don't need to worry about anything else. Although failing to catch her is regrettable, it's not a big deal; however, since you cut off her skirt, she must be injured, right?

Injured, seriously!' Kong Jianshi's waist, which Chen Wuji had just pressed down, instantly straightened.

If not for her extremely swift movement, I would have cleaved her in half. However, this strike of mine, even if she doesn't die, she'll need months to recover, making combat impossible in the short term.

Chen Wuji nodded, 'Good, my tea isn't wasted after all.'

Kong Jianshi gave a strange glance, feeling somewhat doubtful in his heart.

What's there to waste or not waste about this tea?

That's that; no need to worry further, everyone just get on with their own affairs.' Chen Wuji said.

Kong Jianshi hesitated and said, 'Young Master, with such an expert personally serving as scout, our deployment is likely exposed; can we get away with ignoring it? I don't mean to be meddlesome, but General Wushuang never says a word from start to finish, and I can't help but speak up.'

He is also quite convinced; the Chen clan's several generals trust Chen Wuji to an almost fanatical degree.

No matter what order, they don't think at all, just blindly execute.

He used to be a man of few words; when he was beside Zhang Lao, he'd only occasionally offer a couple of suggestions, but since coming to Chen Wuji's side, his speech in a single day now nearly matches what he used to say in a whole month.

This isn't what he wants to do; he doesn't want to meddle at all.

But aside from Chen Li, Chen Wushuang and the others don't utter a single extra word, having no opinions at all.

For the Young Master's safety, he has to force himself to speak up a few more times.

'What's the harm in speaking up? If you have an idea, say it; I never forbade you from speaking, but instead I've always encouraged you to speak more, pooling wisdom.' Chen Wuji laughed, 'I say we needn't worry because if Liu Yan's reaction were sufficiently alert, our army would already have been exposed.'

This time, we're fighting a dull battle; there's no need to overly concern ourselves with these things. Liu Yan's ambush opportunity fell through, so he's already lost the initiative; offense and defense have already reversed—he knows it, and I'm also curious: in this vast mountain range, what tricks could he still pull on me?

He scattered scouts at such density that Liu Yan, as long as he hasn't truly given up completely, will certainly find out.

This is beyond doubt.

By tracing the scouts' tracks and reverse‑calculating where their main force might be, this isn't overly complicated.

Kong Jianshi, hearing Chen Wuji's explanation, suddenly felt a bit withdrawn.

Whether he holds back or speaks, it seems indeed meaningless.

'Old Kong, who among you unleashed those first few sword beams?' Chen Wuji asked eagerly.

Those swords were truly handsome; his mind is still filled with that image to this moment.

'Me.' Kong Jianshi said.

'I guessed it was you; what sword style is that? Can I learn it?' Chen Wuji asked eagerly.

Kong Jianshi fell silent, then after a while said with difficulty, 'Young Master, it's not that I don't want to teach; with your status you could learn all the martial arts secrets stored in the building, but… let me put it this way: this sword set you can certainly practice, but given your current realm you couldn't produce the effect I just showed.'

'Whether sword art, blade art, or fist and foot, only upon reaching the Master realm, achieving internal energy external release, can one emit that sword beam that pierces the air for a hundred feet. If one cannot transform internal strength into internal Qi, this step is impossible; this isn't a problem of the technique, but… the realm.'