Chapter 899
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Chapter 899: Encounter With a Weirdo
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“True, maybe if he washes up, he’ll look fairer.”
“But is he still a young one? He seems to be about sixteen or seventeen.”
“Let’s ask!”
“Yes, let’s ask!”
Five middle-aged men, dressed inconspicuously, stood staring at Su Yi, their conversation brazen and unfiltered. Finally, the man in the center stepped forward, fixing Su Yi with a serious look.
“You there, young man, are you still a virgin?”
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Hearing the outrageous question, Su Yi’s eyes widened in astonishment. The shameless chatter of the middle-aged men had already left him baffled, but this question took things to a new level. He couldn’t help but think, Have these people spent so much time in the mountains that they’ve lost their sense of normalcy?
“What does it matter to you whether I am or not?” Su Yi replied sharply, keeping his wariness in check.
The five men were all cultivators in the Yuan True Realm, though they hadn’t reached the eighth or ninth level yet. While Su Yi felt cautious, he wasn’t intimidated. If they tried to start something, he had the strength to escape—and Huang Jian was nearby as backup.
“This kid has some fire in him.”
“And some skill too. That green python he dealt with earlier wasn’t easy to handle.”
The men continued their shameless discussion, their curiosity about Su Yi intensifying.
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“Look at him—lively and full of energy. He must be a virgin!” one of the men declared confidently, scrutinizing Su Yi from head to toe.
“Let’s not waste time. We should capture him first and confirm later,” another chimed in.
“Agreed. You look good, kid. Just clean up a bit when we get back.”
Their predatory gazes locked on Su Yi like hunters sizing up their prey.
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Su Yi felt his heart sink. What kind of weirdos have I run into today?
He quickly assessed the situation, focusing his energy while scanning the group. If they attacked, he’d have to lead them away from Xi Wuqing, who was in the middle of a critical breakthrough. If it’s just these five, I can manage—at least long enough to escape.
“Kid, it’s just bad luck on your part. Come with us!”
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Before the man’s sentence was finished, he lunged at Su Yi, his energy surging as his hand reached out to grab Su Yi’s shoulder.
Su Yi’s eyes sharpened. Activating his Hundred Transformations Step, he moved like a phantom, leaving behind only afterimages as he evaded the attack with ease.
“Huh?”
The middle-aged man froze, shocked that Su Yi had slipped through his grasp so effortlessly.
“This kid’s got some moves,” another man murmured, equally surprised.
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Su Yi moved swiftly, his speed like a bolt of lightning as he put distance between himself and the group. His priority was to draw them away from Xi Wuqing.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared before him without warning. The old man moved with eerie silence, and before Su Yi could react, several powerful handprints struck him.
“Bang!”
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The force of the strikes disrupted Su Yi’s energy flow, rendering him completely immobilized. He collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
A man in his fifties emerged, his long black hair swaying slightly. He wore a robe resembling a skirt, his thin frame exuding an unsettling aura. His small, squinting eyes gleamed with a calculating light.
“Elder Feng Yue!”
The five middle-aged men immediately bowed to the old man, their lack of surprise indicating they had been expecting him.
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Feng Yue crouched down to inspect Su Yi, his gaze cold and methodical.
“Not pale enough, but it’ll have to do. We’re short on time. Maybe a good wash will make him acceptable,” Feng Yue muttered. He glanced at Su Yi’s immobilized form, his expression devoid of pity.
“This kid’s strong. He has potential. A shame, really… but he’ll do for now.”
With a wave of his hand, Feng Yue signaled for one of the men to carry Su Yi.
“Let’s move,” Feng Yue commanded.
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Su Yi’s mind raced as he was hoisted onto the shoulder of one of the men. What on earth have I gotten myself into? His heart sank further as he realized that Feng Yue was no ordinary cultivator. Judging by his aura, he wasn’t far from Huang Jian’s strength.
The group moved swiftly through the forest, their pace relentless. Despite being on foot, their speed rivaled that of flying cultivators.
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After nearly four hours of travel, dawn broke on the horizon. The group emerged from a hidden canyon into a secluded valley.
Su Yi, still draped over the man’s shoulder, caught glimpses of his surroundings. The valley was like a hidden paradise, teeming with spiritual energy. Exotic flowers and strange beasts roamed freely, while intricately designed buildings nestled against the mountains and streams.
“Elder Feng Yue!”
Voices called out as a crowd gathered to greet the group. The newcomers scrutinized Su Yi with intense curiosity.
“Did you catch someone already?”
“Why isn’t he pale? Is this going to work?”
Su Yi could only see feet and fragments of the crowd, but the incessant chatter made it clear—this place was full of peculiar people.
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“Take him down and clean him up,” Feng Yue ordered.
The man carrying Su Yi dropped him unceremoniously to the ground.
“Maybe a good wash will make him look more presentable.”
Su Yi stared at the sky, overwhelmed by the absurdity of his situation. What is this place? A weirdo’s paradise?
