TGCFNM -Chapter 253 Kill Him

Cao Tong looked around at the expressions of the people nearby, then turned to Wan Sanjin, Su He, and the others: “You know… your master really makes people hate him, right?”

Su He replied casually, “That’s just how our master is.”

Wan Sanjin nodded, then added, “Actually… he’s been holding back.”

Cao Tong: “…….” Holding back? He didn’t notice a thing.

Chu Ling brushed the blood off her shoes and strode back toward them. She looked at the group and said, “Let’s go—to the teahouse.”

Uncle Wu smiled. “Let’s go to Floating Clouds Teahouse. They’ll reserve a private room, and their tea and snacks are pretty good. A chance to rest your feet too.”

Yan Sheng looked a bit dazed. “Floating Clouds Teahouse… isn’t it expensive?” Didn’t only people from the big sects go there?

Wan Sanjin pointed to himself. “It’s mine.”

Su He added, “No charge for food or drink.”

Yan Sheng and Cao Tong exchanged a glance, their eyes firm. They were definitely going to stick close to them no matter what.

Uncle Wu laughed and led the way, guiding them through the crowd to Floating Clouds Teahouse. After reserving a private room, they went up to the second floor.

A short while later, the waiter brought up two pots of hot tea and a few plates of snacks.

Leaning against the second-floor window, Uncle Wu looked at them and said, “From here on the second floor, you can see everything clearly. Down below, people come and go, seeming lively, but everyone’s on guard—and some are spying for information.”

Chu Ling moved a chair, leaned on the windowsill, and looked down. “It really is like that.”

Uncle Wu lowered his voice. “After all, it involves the Divine Water, and only five hundred invitations were issued. So it’s natural that some people are trying to fish in troubled waters.”

Chu Ling couldn’t help but ask again, “This Divine Water… is it really that effective?”

Uncle Wu nodded seriously. “It really works. So once people get it, they keep it carefully hidden. It’s never shown publicly.” In other words, don’t even think about stealing it—a single bottle is already a lucky catch.

Chu Ling’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the others who had followed her and whispered, “Uncle Wu says the Divine Water really works.”

Wan Sanjin got excited too. “Then the price must be crazy high, right?”

Uncle Wu: “…….” Well, that was wasted effort.

Yan Sheng and Cao Tong ate the snacks and sipped their tea, clinking their cups together. They exchanged a deeply moved look.

Yan Sheng said, “I should’ve just followed our master from the start—good food and drink for free.”

Cao Tong nodded vigorously in agreement. People like them, out in the jianghu from a young age, had pockets cleaner than their faces. Their ways of making money were limited, but spending it was like water—they hadn’t had tea this good in years, and alcohol was out of the question.

At that moment, both of them made a decision: to eat well, they would have to cling to Master Chu and not let go.

If Chu Ling knew their thoughts, she would definitely advise them to cling to Wan Xing instead—or at least to Master Wan. After all, she was just a poor county magistrate.

“Wow!” Xiao Hua’s eyes and mouth widened. She stared at a spot without blinking and said, as if in a dream, “So beautiful!”

Chu Ling’s eyes lit up. “A beautiful heroine? Where? Where?” Finally, she would see a beauty of the jianghu!

How exciting!

“There!” Xiao Hua pointed to a spot.

Everyone eagerly looked over, eyes shining.

Amid the crowd, someone stood silently. A white cloak draped over him, hood up, completely concealing his form.

Around him seemed to be a magnetic aura—no one dared approach too closely. People only dared to glance at him furtively as they passed, then quickly retreated, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

And his face… it was impossibly beautiful.

Looking at his features, one could hardly find a flaw. His skin was as flawless as fine porcelain. Especially his eyes—clear and shimmering like a deep, calm pool. One look and anyone could feel themselves drawn in. The only minor imperfection was his thin lips, pale as if ill, giving the impression of a fragile body.

As if sensing someone watching, he slowly lifted his head and looked toward the people at the second-floor window.

His hood slipped accidentally, revealing a cascade of silver hair.

At that moment, a white cloud drifted aside with the wind, letting sunlight fall on his hair and shoulders. The light shimmered softly, as if blessing him with a faint glow, making him look like a celestial being descended to the mortal world.

The scene left not only Chu Ling and the others stunned, but everyone on the street froze in awe.

At that instant, his gaze shifted subtly, the vermilion mole between his brows became sharp and murderous, and his entire presence surged like a storm. People were struck with fear and quickly withdrew their eyes.

Chu Ling slowly turned to Xiao Hua. “That’s a man.”

Xiao Hua cupped her round face. “Can I be like that in my next life?”

Soon, the man pulled his hood back on and turned to leave. Behind him, a group of women followed, forming a protective circle around him.

Uncle Wu’s tense body relaxed suddenly. Wiping the thin sweat from his forehead, he whispered, “Good… he didn’t get angry. That would’ve been troublesome.”

At this moment, Yan Sheng, carrying tea and snacks to watch the scene, patted Chu Ling and said, “Sir, remember the one we used to imitate, White Impermanence? He was copying this Peerless Young Master.”

Chu Ling’s memory stirred. In disbelief, she pointed outside. “That’s… Gui Wushuang, the Peerless Young Master?”

Yan Sheng nodded. “The Peerless Young Master of the ghost world. The most beautiful in all the world!”

Cao Tong leaned in. “Handsome, right? Not only handsome, but extremely skilled in martial arts!”

Wan Sanjin immediately objected. “Qingyu is also handsome. Side by side with him, how is he first?”

Zhang Dong tugged at Wan Sanjin’s sleeve. “Master Wàn, if Young Master Fu knew you called him handsome, would he hit you?”

Wan Sanjin shrank back, but quickly said, “Qingyu isn’t here, anyway. And yes, Qingyu really is handsome.”

Chu Ling agreed with Master Wan. And if one had to compare: Fa Qingyu’s beauty was like a clear breeze and bright moon; Gui Wushuang’s beauty was pale and intoxicatingly fragile.

“Beautiful, yes… but a bit fierce,” Chu Ling said. She stood up, about to move her chair back, when she looked up and saw Bai Su’s expression—shock frozen her in place, unable to move.

Ghost Scholar and Cui Xi flailed helplessly beside her, powerless to intervene.

Chu Ling hurried over, grabbed Bai Su, and carefully took a few steps forward, pretending to sit and drink tea.

“Aunt Su? Aunt Su?” Chu Ling whispered.

Bai Su finally came to her senses, raising a hand to point outside. “Child… Senior Sister… Senior Sister and Bai Zhuoxing’s child… child…”

Chu Ling’s grip on her teacup loosened instantly, and it fell to the ground, shattering into two pieces.

Gui Wushuang is Bai Zhuoxing’s son?

The child created back then, with the blood parasite!

So Gui Wushuang, like Miss Guo, needs blood to sustain his body? That explains why he seems pale and fragile.

Bai Su suddenly grabbed Chu Ling’s wrist, her eyes blood-red. Through gritted teeth, she said each word with deadly resolve: “Kill him!”