I Don't Agree to the Terms
Chapter 211 - 131: This Qinggong is so good he directly hit the antlers_2

Chapter 211: Chapter 131: This Qinggong is so good he directly hit the antlers_2

I have to say, these two were indeed cautious, eating this wine and meat only after checking it, never daring to dive in without inspection.

But today, things became difficult, they got ambushed again.

"Demon Sect, Young Master Caiyu!" Song Cheng’s expression changed dramatically as he looked at the handsome young man blocking their path not far away.

"Heh, Heaven Sect’s Green Pine Sword Song Cheng, you’re the one who took our Demon Sect’s Ten Thousand Transformation Divine Skill, aren’t you? Well, today you shall stay here." Young Master Caiyu looked at Chen Liu with a frivolous gaze, completely disregarding Gu Shanhai.

"That said, how can a lecher like you have the nerve to call yourself Young Master Caiyu?" Gu Shanhai asked with genuine curiosity.

Chen Liu had just explained to Gu Shanhai what kind of person this so-called Young Master Caiyu was.

"I mean, you should pick a nickname that fits your profession, like ’Lone Traveler Thousand Li’, highlighting the speed aspect." Gu Shanhai felt that a lecher shouldn’t pretend to be refined, as there’s no elegance in a villain’s guise.

Young Master Caiyu’s face turned dark. He, too, was a top-notch expert in the martial arts world. Although he’d heard that this man might be a Grandmaster, upon meeting him he found Gu Shanhai too young. A Grandmaster should be at least fifty years old or more. So, in his eyes, Gu Shanhai was just a fraud, a smoke screen used by Song Cheng to confuse others.

Suddenly, malicious intent surged in his heart, and with a light tap of his foot, he swooped towards Gu Shanhai as swiftly as a manta ray.

"Whoa?" Little White’s deer eyes widened as it watched the approaching man. This was downright brazen.

Then, with a lift of its head, an antler pierced through, and the man was impaled in midair, turning into a bloody gourd.

"This... this can’t be!" Feeling the sharp pain in his chest, Young Master Caiyu was not only baffled but also in disbelief; he’d been stabbed to death by a deer.

He thought his Qinggong was unmatched in the martial arts world, save by a select few, and yet he was easily subdued.

"Yo~hurr~"

Little White shook its head and Young Master Caiyu was torn in half by the clever move. As a deer mount, Amute Green Forest naturally had trained Little White’s horns and hooves for combat effectiveness. On the battlefield, one naturally has to play to their strengths, and those for a deer are precisely these two.

"Little White, can’t you be a bit cleaner? You’ve got flesh and blood all over one antler; how am I supposed to clean this up for you now!" Gu Shanhai felt somewhat exasperated. For him, this was indeed a big hassle.

You see, Little White’s antlers weren’t simple like those of a sika deer or gazelle, but were complex like a crown, even extending backward. Now, cleaning the nooks and crannies had become quite a challenge.

Upon hearing Little White’s name, Young Master Caiyu’s last breath couldn’t escape, and he died with his eyes wide open.

After all, dying impaled on the antlers of a deer named Little White was a downright humiliation.

Song Cheng and Chen Liu were also stunned. The renowned Young Master Caiyu was dead, skewered by antlers. Such an event would be beyond belief in the martial arts world.

But the fact had already happened, denial was useless.

Even more absurd was that Gu Shanhai was calling such a large deer Little White. How was this considered small!

Gu Shanhai resignedly cleaned the blood and flesh from the antlers of White Deer, aware that it needed prompt attention, lest it dry and become even more troublesome to clean.

"I’m telling you, don’t use the antlers next time; because of your stabbing, I have to clean up for half an hour."

"Seriously, use a charge or stomp instead of piercing, it’s too hard to clean up this way," Gu Shanhai muttered while cleaning.

Meanwhile, Little White kept bleating in protest, indicating it wasn’t its fault, that the opponent was just too fragile. If it had charged or stomped, it would be splattered with blood, making the cleanup even more bothersome.

"Ah right, right, right, can’t you control your strength a bit? Did you really need to use that much force?"

"Yo!"

Song Cheng and Chen Liu watched as Gu Shanhai and Little White interacted as if in a duet, still completely befuddled and unable to understand what Little White was saying. They just observed that Little White seemed to possess a human-like quality.

They had encountered animals that seemed to understand humans before, but they had never seen one as clever as this, able to argue with Gu Shanhai.

"Alright, I’ve got it. Be more careful next time. Seriously, how annoying," Gu Shanhai muttered, glancing at the corpse by the roadside.

He couldn’t very well scold Little White; after all, Little White was his White Deer. Of course, he had to blame someone else.

"That master, it seems you can understand what Little White is saying?" Chen Liu hesitated before finally asking.

"Yeah, you young lady still lack experience. With more to come, you’ll understand," Gu Shanhai replied perfunctorily.

"With more experience, I’ll be able to understand what animals are saying?"

"No, you’ll understand that the disparity between people is even greater than that between a person and a dog." Gu Shanhai didn’t intend to sugarcoat anything and made an unreliable comparison quite nastily.

Chen Liu didn’t expect Gu Shanhai to say such a thing, almost catching her off guard.

Thankfully, she was quite resilient mentally and didn’t lose her composure.

"Cough, the master is a unique figure, who’s different, young as he is..."

"Who told you I’m young? You two together aren’t even as old as the fraction of my age," Gu Shanhai interrupted.

That was true. Even if he had lost his memories of his past life, he had genuinely lived through it. So, he was indeed old.

"The master surely knows the secret to maintaining his youth," Song Cheng half-joked, realizing why Gu Shanhai was so strong. He turned out to be an old monster who had lived for who knows how many years. Song Cheng weighed the abilities of his own sect leader and Gu Shanhai and didn’t find it easy to make a distinction.

"While that sounds pleasing, it’s a pity that time spares no one," Gu Shanhai said. He hadn’t tried to keep his appearance frozen in time; to him, his looks were just a shell.

"But speaking of which, aren’t you going to search the body? Though this lecher was weak, he was still a top-notch expert in the martial world. There could be something on him," Gu Shanhai pointed at the corpse.

Seeing this, Song Cheng also began to search. He was quite protective of his disciple and, after some rummaging, found a few bottles, jars, concealed weapons, and pieces of broken silver.

"What are all these?" Gu Shanhai asked curiously.

"Some despicable drugs and items designed for sneaking into a woman’s chamber. Utterly contemptible," Song Cheng sighed, having braced himself for the kind of things he would find on a lecher.

"Let me have a look," Gu Shanhai said, taking the items and sniffing them. To his surprise, they were quite potent.

"Hmm, these medicines are actually decent. If used the right way—to nourish the kidneys and stimulate blood circulation, and provide warmth inside and out—they’re really not bad. The dosage just needs to be right. They were probably auxiliary medicines for his martial arts practice, just happened to be used this way," Gu Shanhai surprisingly found that these were genuinely good medicines.

"The effects are a bit off; these alone wouldn’t achieve what you described. It’s likely that they require his martial arts to complement them, enhancing each other."

Taking too many tonics, at most, would make one feel dry, not inducing some of the effects that shouldn’t be there. So, these effects were actually because of Young Master Caiyu’s martial arts.

"This... It’s indeed fitting of the Demon Sect to pervert such good medicine into wicked drugs," Song Cheng didn’t doubt Gu Shanhai’s words, for there was no reason for Gu Shanhai to lie to him.

"Well, keep these items and have the physicians or Pill Masters of your Heaven Sect examine them. Who knows, they might make something beneficial out of it," Gu Shanhai said casually, tossing the items back, then Little White stood up, carrying him off.

Seeing this, Song Cheng could only reluctantly accept what he still found rather disgusting.

The three of them set off again. With the death of Young Master Caiyu, such a first-rate expert, the Demon Sect would likely quiet down somewhat. The "Ten Thousand Transformation Divine Skill" might be valuable, but its worth certainly couldn’t compare to the loss incurred by the death of a top expert.

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