ATPnovel Chapter 417 Go crawl the chapter? Note: This young master is telling you to crawl!
Chapter 417 Go crawl the chapter? Note: This young master is telling you to crawl!
After coming out of the bathroom
Qin Mu felt refreshed and invigorated.
It's like a computer with a lot of cache that has been thoroughly cleaned up; you feel completely refreshed, and even every strand of hair feels comfortable.
A moon-white robe was loosely draped over her body, the neckline wide open, revealing her well-defined collarbones.
Her wet hair was still dripping with water droplets, which slid down her neck and into the depths of her collar. She had a lazy smile on her face, the kind that only comes after clearing out all the cache.
He swaggered towards the kitchen.
After taking such a long shower, Qin Mu was a little hungry and prepared to eat something.
Zhao Qingxue walked beside him, a meaningful smile on her lips, her gaze occasionally sweeping towards the bathroom, her eyes filled with a gloating light like someone watching a play.
Jiang Zhaoyue followed half a step behind Qin Mu, her plain white dress fluttering gently in the night breeze, her hands folded in front of her.
She kept her head down, her lips slightly pursed, but her ears were constantly perked up, listening to the retching sounds behind her growing fainter and fainter.
Yunluan walked at the very back, her cold face expressionless. If you looked closely, you could see that her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes held a deep well of spring water.
The moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds, casting its light on the bluestone path in the courtyard, making the smooth stone surface appear white, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.
Under the pillars outside the bathroom, Yun Suxin slowly walked out, supporting herself on one of them.
She still looked like A Yao, but at this moment she was exceptionally alluring.
Her wet hair clung to her pale cheeks, and a few stray strands clung to the side of her neck, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing.
Her coarse cloth dress was half-open, the neckline askew, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone. The fabric was soaked with moisture, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her slender waist and voluptuous figure.
Her face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, the blush spreading from her ears to her neck, even her exposed collarbone was tinged with a faint pink.
But it wasn't a red that came from steaming heat; it was a red tinged with shame and anger.
She leaned against a tree outside the bathroom, then bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily, her chest heaving like a fish stranded on the shore.
A wave of nausea surged up from her stomach. She covered her mouth, gagged, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up but did not fall.
Because the heat in the bathroom was too pungent.
She currently has no cultivation to rely on; she's just an ordinary person, and the heat from the steam is making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Yun Suxin gagged a few times, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, straightened up, and took a deep breath.
The night breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, filled her lungs, cool and moist, like a hand gently stroking her burning throat, and the stinging sensation gradually subsided.
She looked up and glanced around.
The courtyard was empty, with only the lanterns under the eaves swaying gently in the wind, making soft creaking sounds.
That scoundrel of a young master wasn't there, nor were his three female servants.
Yun Suxin's eyes twitched slightly, a glint of light flashing deep within her pupils.
She quickly surveyed her surroundings.
The courtyard was small, surrounded by high walls with blue bricks and gray tiles. The walls were covered with withered vines, which looked like black snakes in the moonlight.
The courtyard gate was tightly closed not far behind her, with the dim light of the streetlights shining through from outside, and the distant noise could be faintly heard.
There was no one guarding it.
There were no patrols.
That bastard probably thought she was so tortured she couldn't even walk, or that she was too afraid to run away.
Yun Suxin's lips curled into a cold smile.
He underestimated himself.
She is Yun Suxin, who escaped death during the Qin Dynasty's siege, and the Moon Goddess who crawled out of the ruins of the Taiyin Holy Sect and single-handedly rebuilt the Moon Goddess Sect.
How could she possibly be defeated?
She tiptoed toward a wall in the courtyard.
Her steps were extremely light, as light as a cat walking on a rooftop.
Toes touch the ground first, then heels slowly follow, each step taken with utmost care.
Yun Suxin would stop every few steps, listen carefully for a while, and only continue walking forward after confirming that no footsteps were following her.
She walked up to the wall and stopped.
The wall was about three zhang high, made of blue bricks, with a rough surface and dark green moss growing in the cracks, glistening damply in the moonlight.
She looked up at the high wall, and a feeling of distress and bitterness welled up in her heart.
If she still possessed cultivation, she could easily scale a wall that was only three zhang high, or even a hundred zhang high.
With just a touch of the toes, one can rise from the ground like a white crane soaring into the sky, without even a speck of dust getting on the hem of one's clothes.
But now...
Yun Suxin lowered her head, looking at her hands hanging at her sides. Her fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, and her fingertips were icy cold, showing no sign of the flow of true qi.
His dantian was completely empty, like a dried-up well that had been drained, without even an echo.
Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
It was no more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
But it was like an insurmountable chasm, standing between her and freedom.
A self-deprecating smile curved her lips.
Yun Suxin, when did you become so incapable of even climbing over a wall?
She gritted her teeth, searched around, and found an old locust tree not far away.
The tree trunk is thick and the branches are dense. The highest branch stretches right up to the top of the wall, no more than three feet away.
A glint of light flashed in Yun Suxin's eyes.
She can climb trees and then scale walls from them.
She walked quickly to the tree and hugged the trunk with both hands.
The bark was rough and hurt her palms, but she didn't let go.
She took a deep breath, lifted her foot, and pushed off a protruding knot on the tree trunk. With a powerful push, her body shot upwards.
She grabbed a low-hanging branch, used her arms to pull herself up, and then straddled a thicker branch.
Yun Suxin paused briefly to catch her breath, then continued climbing.
Her movements were not awkward; after all, she was not the kind of woman waiting to be married, but a person from the martial arts world.
Yun Suxin stepped on the branches, like a nimble cat, and quickly climbed to the branch that stretched towards the wall.
She straddled a tree branch, her legs clamped together to steady herself.
There was a wall right in front of me, no more than three feet away.
She reached out, first brushed aside a few dead branches, then carefully extended her foot and slowly shifted her weight.
Then she straddled the top of the wall.
The night wind blew in from outside the wall, carrying the smell of dust and cooking smoke from the streets and alleys, as well as the faint, noisy voices of people in the distance.
Yun Suxin's hair was blown by the wind, brushing messily across her cheeks.
She lowered her head and looked at the brightly lit street outside the wall.
Yun Suxin's eyes suddenly became a little moist.
Finally, I'm going to be free. I'll never have to endure that scoundrel's perverted torture again.
A pang of sadness welled up in her heart.
She, Yun Suxin, has lived for so many years, controlling hundreds of thousands of believers, high above others, able to turn the world upside down with a flick of her wrist. When has she ever suffered such humiliation?
When should we be overjoyed to have climbed over a wall?
She took a deep breath and suppressed her surging emotions.
Then she turned her back, stretched her legs down, braced her hands against the wall, and lowered her body inch by inch.
Finally, her toes touched the ground.
Her feet landed with a dull thud.
Yun Suxin released her grip, straightened up, patted the dust and debris off her palms, and let out a long breath.
She raised her head, gazing at the mansion separated by a wall, and at the old locust tree on the wall that was still swaying gently. A smile slowly crept onto her lips.
I'm finally free. That's wonderful.
Next, find a clothing store to change clothes, remove the disguise, put on a mask, and head to the Moon Goddess Cult's place of worship.
Given her understanding of the Moon Goddess Cult and the aura she had accumulated over the years, it's likely that no one would notice her cultivation had disappeared in a short time.
As long as she can find a way to restore her cultivation level during this period, her safety will be guaranteed.
Yun Suxin turned around and walked towards the street.
Then.......
She saw that scoundrel.
He stood less than three feet behind her, hands behind his back, a smile on his lips that she hated to the core.
The moonlight shone on him, casting a half-light and half-shadow on his handsome face. He closed his folding fan and gently tapped his palm.
One stroke after another, unhurriedly, as if waiting for a prey destined to come.
Behind him stood three female attendants lined up in a row.
She stood coldly with her hand on her sword, her gentle demeanor with lowered eyes and a stern, expressionless face.
Three pairs of eyes were all looking at her.
His eyes held a faint smile, the kind you only see when watching a play.
Yun Suxin's mind exploded with a "boom".
Her pupils suddenly contracted, and a huge wave of bitterness surged in her heart.
Her power has truly vanished.
She didn't even notice when this scoundrel appeared behind her.
In the past, no one's presence within a hundred feet could escape her perception.
But now, a spoiled brat who doesn't know martial arts is standing behind her, and she doesn't even know it.
A surge of tension and fear welled up in Yun Suxin's heart at the same time.
Faced with her escape, what methods will this scoundrel come up with to torture and humiliate her?
Seeing her frozen in place, Qin Mu tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm, making a crisp "snap" sound.
His voice was soft, with a hint of nonchalant amusement.
"Where do you want to go?"
Yun Suxin's body trembled violently.
She bit her lip, lowered her head, and dared not look at him.
Her voice was very soft, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a deliberately aggrieved timidity.
"I just...want to go home and visit."
Qin Mu smiled, twirled the folding fan in his palm, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Yeah?"
Yun Suxin's heart clenched suddenly.
She knew she couldn't fool him with just that.
She has to make greater concessions and pay a greater price.
Yun Suxin raised her head, a look of sorrow on her face.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, sparkling like shattered diamonds in the moonlight.
Her lips trembled violently, and then slowly, inch by inch, she bent her knees and knelt down.
"I'm sorry, young master, I shouldn't have run away."
Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with grievance and a humble, almost desperate plea for mercy.
"Please... don't punish me, okay?"
She lowered her head, her forehead almost touching the ground, her long hair slipping from her shoulders and spreading out on the cold bluestone slabs.
Her shoulders trembled violently, and tears finally welled up, falling onto the stone slab and spreading a small, dark stain.
But Yun Suxin's heart was eerily calm.
She told herself that this was a temporary period of forbearance.
Anyway, no one knows she is the Moon Goddess. When she takes off this disguise and puts on the mask in the future, she will still be the Moon Goddess who is high above and controls hundreds of thousands of believers.
No one would know that she once knelt on the ground, begging for mercy from a spoiled brat.
Yun Suxin gritted her teeth and suppressed her surging killing intent and anger.
As Qin Mu watched her kneeling figure, the smile on his lips deepened.
His voice remained calm, carrying a chilling undertone.
"Fine, I won't punish you then. But I'll punish your father and mother instead."
Yun Suxin's body stiffened abruptly.
Qin Mu tilted his head, gently tapping his chin with the folding fan in his hand, looking like he was deep in thought.
"Let me think about how I should punish them. How about I break their limbs first, then lock them in a pigsty, so they can live with pigs, eat pig feed, and sleep in pigsties every day... What do you think?"
Yun Suxin's pupils suddenly contracted!
Hearing Qin Mu's words, Yun Suxin was filled with hatred and wished she could kill the bastard in front of her right now!
At the same time, a deep sorrow welled up from the deepest part of my heart.
She can't let that happen.
If the elderly couple were truly tormented because of her escape, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
Yun Suxin slowly opened her eyes, a tear sliding down her pale cheek, shimmering in the moonlight like a string of broken pearls.
Her voice was mournful and hoarse, each word carrying a deep-seated despair.
"No... punish me instead."
Qin Mu snorted coldly and said indifferently:
"Then why don't you hurry up and climb back?"
Yun Suxin paused for a moment, then struggled to her feet, turned around, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.
"Notice,"
Qin Mu's voice came from behind, unhurried but with a hint of mockery, "This young master crawls."