TNIBFT -Chapter 138 Still Playing Non-Mainstream at This Age

The burly man roared in anger, his eyes sharp and ruthless, and swung his sword as he charged at Duan Qingshan again.

Duan Qingshan had nowhere to evade. He rolled nimbly on the ground, barely dodging, his straw hat falling off in the process. His hair was disheveled, and white snow clung to it.

His light-colored clothes were already soaked in blood on the back, the crimson spreading like a stain.

“Who are you?”

“At least let me die knowing clearly who I’m dying for,” Duan Qingshan said, exhaling white mist from his mouth.

The burly man hesitated slightly, a smug look on his face. “Doesn’t matter—you’re going to die anyway.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing? What can you possibly achieve?”

Ye Tian shook his head. This villain really was brainless. Instead of pressing the advantage, he was now showing off.

Seeing Ye Tian smirk, the burly man’s anger flared as if provoked. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he looked down on Ye Tian with contempt. “Just wait. Once I finish with him, I’ll come for you.”

“No, big brother, we’re not related—you don’t have to be so polite!” Ye Tian waved him off.

The burly man, humiliated and enraged, snarled, “Polite my ass!”

Then, like a madman, he charged at Ye Tian with his sword raised.

Damn it!

I shouldn’t have been watching this show.

Ye Tian’s expression tightened, and he shouted, “Old man Sun, aren’t you coming out? Don’t you want to join the party?”

Before he finished, the burly man was already in front of Ye Tian. The sword’s cold gleam was inches from his forehead, the intense killing intent making Ye Tian’s eyes widen and his mind go blank.

His eyes crossed slightly as he stared at the blade. Suddenly, the sword froze. Ye Tian, trembling, took a few cautious steps back—and only then realized that Duan Qingshan had grabbed the sword bare-handed, blood dripping from his wrist, each drop hitting the snow.

Ye Tian’s heart skipped a beat. He turned to the lazily lounging Sun Wuji, frowning. “Hurry up and go in!”

“Can’t you see he’s losing? Where’s your team spirit?”

Sun Wuji crossed his arms, his snowy mess of hair sticking up, pouting. “What’s it got to do with me?”

“How can you not step up and leave me, an old man, to deal with this? Where’s your morality?”

Ye Tian stomped in frustration, while Duan Qingshan took another slash.

The fabric on his leg was cut, skin exposed, blood streaming down—at this rate, he couldn’t last two more rounds. Ye Tian’s expression darkened as he looked at Sun Wuji. “Are you going or not?”

“If I don’t go, should I call you my disciple?”

Sun Wuji immediately became serious, his eyes darting around.

“We’re moving house. If you don’t go, there won’t be a room for you—you’ll have to sleep on the street.”

Hearing this, Sun Wuji immediately bent over, smiling and trying to appease Ye Tian. “Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out. I, old man, love to see righteous deeds.”

No sooner had he spoken than Sun Wuji’s figure blurred into motion.

Just as Duan Qingshan lay helpless on the ground, unable to evade, Sun Wuji kicked him aside. “I even find you in the way as a babysitter. Next time, I’ll teach you a couple of moves when there’s nothing else to do.”

A moment ago, Duan Qingshan had been frustrated and uncomfortable.

The next moment, he was excited. Clutching his wound, he got up from the ground. To be guided by a senior like this was a blessing.

Before Ye Tian could even see Sun Wuji’s moves clearly, the fight was over.

The burly man lay on the ground, bloodied.

His paired sword had flown two meters away. He struggled to get up, only to find his body unresponsive. Sun Wuji’s face darkened as he stared at the man on the ground. “Who sent you? What’s your purpose?”

“Don’t tell the truth, and I’ll grind you into minced meat,” Sun Wuji said, his voice brutal and violent.

At this moment, Sun Wuji’s beard and clothes moved as if stirred by a windless gust. A dense, invisible aura radiated from him, burning the man beneath. He hadn’t expected this old man to be so terrifying.

“Known in the martial world as Ghost-Fearing Woe.”

“I was commissioned to kill Duan Qingshan. I’ve been tracking him for over three months. Senior, I…”

The burly man spoke, blood constantly bubbling from the corner of his mouth. He didn’t look lightly injured.

“Alright, I already know what you’ve said. Since there’s nothing more to say, go in peace!” Sun Wujie said, raising his hand as if to strike him with a palm.

“Wait!”

Ye Tian suddenly spoke.

Sun Wujie withdrew his hand, looking like a mischievous old man, frowning at Ye Tian: “Really your relative?”

“If you don’t kill him, what’s the point of keeping him?”

Ye Tian’s gaze flicked upwards. Sun Wujie caught the signal and slightly lifted his head toward the courtyard wall. Three little heads peeked over the top. When they saw Sun Wujie looking their way, they immediately ducked back.

Sun Wujie’s eyes lit up, his expression softer than ever.

Of course, you can’t be fighting in front of children.

“Hahaha…” He suddenly burst into laughter, stretching out a hand to help the fallen Ghost-Fearing Woe: “So he really is your relative! You… coming here at this hour, still so mischievous—look at your face! Your parents wouldn’t even recognize you now.”

“Get up, get up!”

Sun Wujie was extremely enthusiastic. Ghost-Fearing Woe, whose body probably had countless broken bones, was scared stiff.

He could only grit his teeth and pull himself up, standing next to Sun Wujie, head lowered, trembling all over.

The three little heads peeked out a little more.

Sun Wujie looked at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian smiled awkwardly: “Isn’t the hotpot restaurant short on staff? I think we can make him wash dishes. What do you think?”

“I’m good with that!”

The two nodded in agreement. Sun Wujie said: “With that size, he’s perfect for washing dishes. He could do thousands in a day.”

Sun Wujie’s gaze turned grim as he stared at Ghost-Fearing Woe, then raised his hand and sealed his cultivation.

Ghost-Fearing Woe broke into a cold sweat, looking completely exhausted.

Ye Tian asked, “What’s your name?”

“Ghost-Fearing Woe.”

Slap! Ye Tian smacked him across the face: “What the hell are you doing, playing this non-mainstream nonsense at your age? I asked you—what’s your name?”

Ghost-Fearing Woe covered his face, mumbling: “Can’t remember… everyone used to call me Old Yang.”

Ye Tian nodded.

Snow cascaded from the roof above. Ye Tian looked up. Ye Yunting and Ye Shuangxue dodged in time, leaving only Xiao Jiang with half a head visible. His large black eyes darted around nervously. When caught, he shyly poked his head out and gave Ye Tian and Sun Wujie an awkward smile: “Dad.”

“Grandpa Sun, I really, really didn’t see anything.”

Saying that, Xiao Jiang immediately covered his eyes with his small hands and climbed down the wall using a ladder.

Duan Qingshan limped along, looking completely disheveled.

Ye Tian looked at him with a puzzled expression: “You’re really a Level 7 expert? No exaggeration, right?”

Duan Qingshan was full of black lines. After being viciously beaten by Sun Wujie, surviving alone was already lucky, but he clearly hadn’t fully recovered. Seeing him about to leave, Ye Tian added: “Sitting idle at home every day isn’t a solution. I’ve found a suitable job for you.”

Duan Qingshan was taken aback. Seeing the sly grin on Ye Tian’s face, he was certain this wasn’t that simple.

“The hotpot restaurant needs a chef. You have extraordinary talent, so I’m giving you this opportunity to fully show your skills. How about it?”

Ye Tian’s face was full of scheming intent.

Duan Qingshan expressionless: “Fine.”