Chapter 18: Thank Itachi, Nature

So Luo Jie quickly nodded: “My senior uncle speaks truly!”

“The sect has been divided for decades; now the martial world is in turmoil. Reunification is the inevitable trend—it’s time to reunite as one.”

Xin Shuangqing stood aside, listening to their conversation, her heart brimming with excitement.

She looked at her prized disciple, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

“Since Brother Jie has no objections, then it’s settled!”

In truth, Xin Shuangqing knew that without Luo Jie, this martial genius, the Western Sect could never match the Eastern Sect in strength.

Moreover, over these years, Luo Jie had offered many invaluable insights, greatly strengthening the Western Sect and bringing it to a flourishing state.

Now, she was accustomed to consulting Luo Jie on every matter, big or small.

Since Luo Jie also agreed to this plan,

the reunification of the Wuliang Sword Sect was swiftly put on the agenda.

Within just a few days, everything was prepared.

Invitations were sent out to every corner of the martial world, announcing the merger of the Eastern and Western Wuliang Sword Sects and inviting fellow cultivators to attend the celebration.

The new charter for the reunified sect was also finalized.

After the merger of the Eastern and Western Sects and the official listing of the newly formed Wuliang Sword Sect Group,

Xin Shuangqing was elected as Sect Master, Zuo Zimu as Deputy Sect Master, and Luo Jie as Young Master.

Anyone with eyes could see that although this was the official arrangement, the true backbone holding up the Wuliang Sword Sect was Luo Jie, the strongest among them.

He was the true divine needle stabilizing the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Originally, Xin Shuangqing had intended to make Luo Jie the first Sect Leader after reunification.

That honor was no small thing.

It carried immense significance!

She couldn’t claim it all for herself.

That would be bullying the younger generation.

But Luo Jie planned to wander the martial world and had no desire to be bound by the sect’s tedious affairs.

He was here to be a Dragon Ascendant, not to be the sect’s babysitter.

Thus, this arrangement came to be.

Xin Shuangqing could only accept the position of Sect Leader with tears in her eyes.

…

Several days later, the Wuliang Sword Sect was bustling with activity, everyone busy preparing for the grand merger.

But Luo Jie, seeking peace and quiet, found a secluded spot in Wuliang Mountain to train.

The merger ceremony?

No way! Not happening!

He wanted to be a lazy fish!

No, training was more important.

That was the foundation of everything.

Although Luo Jie had long hoped to use the Gray Mist Hall to strengthen himself,

he hadn’t fully given up.

After all, entering the Gray Mist Hall depended entirely on luck—sometimes he couldn’t enter for half a month, sometimes he could enter daily; it was utterly unpredictable.

Moreover, adapting powers from other worlds to this realm still required Luo Jie’s own research and experimentation.

Otherwise, the cost-to-benefit ratio was far too low.

For instance, the Pirate Luo Jie had recently been experimenting with generating fire through air friction to harness the power of the Pokémon Luo Jie, bypassing the limitations of the Devil Fruit.

As time passed,

without realizing it, dusk gradually fell.

End of workday. Luo Jie decided to return to Jianhugong.

Workers never overtime—even when training.

Internal competition leads to no good end.

On his way back, his peripheral vision caught a dark-clad figure lying motionless not far away.

The figure didn’t move—likely dead.

Damn, is this nature’s gift?

Luo Jie’s heart stirred; he hurried forward, crouched down, and gently prodded the body.

Poke it—see if it’s an NPC or a wild monster.

It couldn’t possibly be a firearm.

At the touch, the mask on the person’s face slipped off, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face before Luo Jie’s eyes.

The woman before him was truly exquisite and otherworldly.

Her skin was pale and smooth, like fine sheep-fat jade, glowing softly in the twilight.

Her features were exquisitely refined and symmetrical; her lips were thin, her eyes dark and lustrous as polished lacquer—even closed, they hinted at the shimmering autumn waters they must hold.

Her figure was slender and graceful, her black robe clinging tightly to her tall, lithe frame; though covered in dust and disheveled, her innate allure could not be hidden.

Holy shit!

Jackpot!

Is this really happening to me, Luo Jie?

Luo Jie’s face lit up with joy.

He studied the woman before him, silently comparing her to Zhong Ling—her beauty was no less than the playful, adorable girl’s.

As for his senior sister Ge Guangpei…

Who was Ge Guangpei?

Such a strange name.

Didn’t know her. Not familiar at all.

Relying on his knowledge of the original plot,

this time, this place, combined with her stunning beauty,

Luo Jie concluded the woman before him must be Mu Wanqing.

According to the original storyline, Mu Wanqing should currently be with Duan Yu.

But now that Duan Yu had returned home early, Mu Wanqing was likely being hunted down by Wang Lady’s agents.

She barely escaped, and ended up here.

In an instant, Luo Jie’s mind conjured a dramatic blockbuster.

He shook his head slightly, a smile tugging at his lips.

Regardless, thank nature’s gift.

Picked up a wife for free.

Since the Wood Person wanted her, and I, Luo Jie, found this wild Mu Wanqing,

then she rightfully belongs to me.

The scavenger’s future is limitless.

Thinking of this, Luo Jie hesitated not at all.

He first bandaged her wounds, then slowly channeled his inner Qi into her body to aid her recovery.

After going through all this trouble to find her, he couldn’t let her die.

Only then did Luo Jie bend down, gently lift Mu Wanqing into his arms, and stride confidently toward the Wuliang Sword Sect.

He even hummed a tune.

“Today is a good day…”

…

Mu Wanqing slowly regained consciousness, her awareness returning; the first thing she saw was Luo Jie’s strikingly handsome face.

She unconsciously sighed inwardly.

What a handsome young man.

But the next second, she snapped back to reality, suddenly realizing something, her face darkened, and she frantically reached for her face.

Only then did she realize her mask was gone.

“Did Itachi take off my mask?” Mu Wanqing’s eyes widened in fury, her voice icy and commanding, as if her sacred taboo had been violated.

Her tone was as cold as ice, carrying an undeniable authority, as if her dragon scales had been touched.

Luo Jie remained calm: “Yes, I did. I know Itachi’re in a hurry, but don’t rush.”

Then, unhurriedly, he explained: “Itachi were severely injured and unconscious. I removed your mask to treat your wounds.”

Translation: I did it because I wanted your body, not to save Itachi…

Wrong, wrong—never mind.

A doctor’s compassion is all that matters.

Gratitude!

Yet Mu Wanqing paid no heed to Luo Jie’s explanation.

Her hand swiftly darted toward her waist, reaching for a poison dart to teach him a lesson.

But her hand came up empty—her waist was bare, not a trace of the poison darts to be found.

“Itachi came looking for this?”

Luo Jie curled his lips into a sly smile and slowly pulled out the poison dart, waving it in front of Mu Wanqing as if deliberately provoking her.

“Didn’t expect it, did Itachi? The darts are with me.”

“Give them back!” Mu Wanqing, seeing this, flew into a rage.

(End of Chapter)