TNIBFT -Chapter 111 What Is This?

“Just a madman.”

One of the women spoke. When she recognized Sun Wuji, she let out a breath of relief and slowly loosened her grip on the sword at her waist.

“So fragrant… you must have something tasty on you.” Sun Wuji stretched his neck forward, sniffing recklessly. The cloaked woman looked disgusted, standing motionless in the snow. Her cold gaze fixed on him as she considered how to send this lunatic to his death with a single strike—at least sparing him too much suffering.

But Sun Wuji seemed oblivious to the tension. He casually pulled open the woman’s cloak and began rummaging through it.

While groping around, he muttered, “You must be hiding it. Keeping good food from an old man like me—none of you are good people.”

“I haven’t eaten for three days.”

The old man pawed through her clothes without restraint. The cloaked woman’s expression grew even more repulsed. She signaled to her companion with her eyes. The woman in black nodded, lightly gripping her sword. Suddenly, a flash of steel—

Before she could react, Sun Wuji kicked the back of her hand. His speed was so fast that she didn’t even register what had happened for a moment.

The black-clad woman stared at him in shock. “You—”

“You’re not crazy… You dared to deceive us!”

With that, she drew her sword again. Cold light flickered as she attacked. Sun Wuji dodged slightly, annoyed.

“You’re the crazy one! Your whole family is crazy!”

“Sneaking around in the middle of the night—you’re definitely not good people.”

Seeing her attacks turn vicious, each strike aimed to kill, Sun Wuji quickly lost patience. His voice turned cold.

“If you have food, hand it over. I’ll leave you an intact corpse. If you’ve got roast chicken, even better—I might spare your life. How about it?”

“You old lunatic, you’re courting death!” the black-clad woman shouted angrily as she charged forward.

Sun Wuji stood there, carefree, not moving an inch. Suddenly, he raised his hand. A biting gust of energy tore through the air, followed by a surge of heat like an explosion. The force blasted the black-clad woman several meters away.

Clang!

Her iron sword hit the ground with a crisp sound. She lay there, coughing up blood, too badly injured to get up.

“You… who exactly are you?” The cloaked woman stared at Sun Wuji in terror, stepping back again and again. With such terrifying strength, even ten of her combined wouldn’t be his match.

“Do you have chicken?”

Sun Wuji grinned foolishly, answering completely off-topic. The cloaked woman kept retreating in fear. She hadn’t even seen his feet move, yet in the blink of an eye, he was already standing right in front of her.

Only now did she truly examine the old man—ragged clothes, thin and worn, pant legs rolled up, completely unfazed by the cold. A man like this was either truly insane… or a master.

“S-senior… please spare my life…” she pleaded, trembling.

“So, no chicken?” Sun Wuji replied.

“That won’t do. My little disciple will blame me. It’s all your fault for wasting my time.”

Looking troubled, Sun Wuji scratched his head. Seeing his distraction, the cloaked woman seized the chance to launch a sneak attack, thrusting her sword forward, thinking victory was certain.

But suddenly, the figure before her vanished.

An instant later, a scorching shockwave struck from behind. She had no time to react. Her body went limp as she collapsed onto the ground, eyes wide open, blood spilling from her lips—dead without closing her eyes.

“I hate sneak attacks the most. Despicable!”

Sun Wuji cursed under his breath. Just as he was about to leave, something occurred to him. His eyes lit up, and he crouched down, eagerly searching the two women’s bodies.

Meanwhile…

Ye Yunting could only cook simple meals. He simmered some rice porridge and made a few scallion pancakes. The room was filled with the fragrant aroma of green onions.

“Why isn’t the old man back yet?”

Only Ye Tian knew just how terrifying Sun Wuji was. In the original story, he stood at the peak of martial power—the greatest support of Shen Jie. Sun Wuji acted on impulse, never following conventions, but he was fiercely protective of his own. Once he recognized someone as one of his people, he would go through fire and water for them—even stand against the entire world.

“I’ll go take a look,” Ye Shuangxue said, a little worried.

Although her master was a bit crazy, he was genuinely very good to her.

Just as Ye Shuangxue lifted the curtain, Sun Wuji rubbed his hands and tried to come in. The master and disciple both froze for a moment. Seeing her master’s old face flushed red from the cold, Ye Shuangxue asked with concern, “Where have you been? Why did you only come back now?”

The little girl was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Even as she spoke words of reproach, she pulled Sun Wuji over to warm his hands.

Looking at his little disciple, who barely reached his thigh, Sun Wuji wrinkled his nose, pouted, and suddenly burst into tears: “Only my little disciple cares about me, boohoo…”

“Outside… it’s cold and dark, and there are bad people too, boohoo… That dog Ye Tian insisted on eating chicken, so I went out to catch one. I almost… almost got killed by bad people!”

As he cried, he wiped his tears.

Ye Shuangxue held his big hand with her small one. “Drink some rice soup first. Master, you’re not hurt, right?”

“No, luckily I ran fast. Otherwise, my legs would’ve been chopped off.”

The three children all looked tense as they gathered around Sun Wuji—one massaging his shoulders, one pounding his legs, and one serving him rice soup. Watching the three little ones, the corners of Sun Wuji’s mouth unconsciously lifted, and he shot a provocative glance at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian: …

This old man is really putting on a show, huh?

Scared out of his wits by some bad guys, yet acting so convincingly.

Seeing Ye Tian sulking helplessly, Sun Wuji grew even more smug. He reached into his robe and took out two embroidered pouches. Tossing a delicate one to Ye Shuangxue, he said, “This is for you.”

“That person injured your master. This is the medical compensation I got. You keep it.”

“Huh?”

Ye Shuangxue stared wide-eyed at the exquisite pouch in her hand.

On the lotus-pink silk was embroidered green bamboo and a small goose-yellow bird. She had never seen such beautiful patterns before. It even carried a faint fragrance. “Master, isn’t this something women use?”

“Huh? Is it? I didn’t notice.”

Sun Wuji spoke indistinctly while drinking his porridge.

“This one’s for your two brothers.” Without a care, he tossed the other pouch to Ye Yunting.

Curious, Ye Shuangxue opened her pouch and poured everything out beside Ye Tian’s bed.

Clatter…

A jingling sound followed as dozens of gold leaves and several longan-sized pearls spilled out. There were also small bottles and jars, along with rouge and hair ornaments.

“We’re rich!”

Ye Tian’s eyes practically bulged. With so many glittering valuables, even across two lifetimes, this was his first time seeing such wealth. He said eagerly, “These things need to be kept safe. How about Dad helps you keep them?”

Sun Wuji immediately turned his head and shot Ye Tian a look of disdain.

He was certain—Ye Tian was the most shameless person he had ever met, even trying to trick children out of their belongings.

“Mm.” Ye Shuangxue nodded blankly.

With his daughter’s permission, Ye Tian reached out and began pulling the gold leaves, pearls, and gold ingots toward himself. At the same time, he said seriously, “It’s dangerous for children to carry such valuable items. Dad is just keeping them safe for you. I’ll return them when you grow up.”

“What is this?”