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Chapter 53 - 53 53 Are You Male or Female

53: Chapter 53: Are You Male or Female?

53: Chapter 53: Are You Male or Female?

Inside an inn by the main road, a woman disguised as a man had just called over the waiter to order some food when she noticed the delicate-looking young Taoist seated at the table diagonally across from her.

She then left her spot and sat next to the little Taoist.

The little Taoist was eating his flatbread, paired with a plate of greens.

Seeing a woman who was obviously disguised as a man approach, he couldn’t help but look puzzled.

The woman appeared well-dressed; surely, she wasn’t keen on scrounging for his plate of greens?

“Taoist master, are you…

a cultivator?”

Although her words were heavily accented, they still reassured the little Taoist.

So, it was just curiosity…

I was scared to death, thinking that she was after my greens.

The little Taoist smiled warmly at her and whispered, “To be honest, I am indeed a cultivator, and quite a formidable one at that.

It’s just that I’ve been a bit strapped for cash lately.

Give me ten copper coins, and I’ll perform the Sword Control Technique for you, how about that?”

It wasn’t that the little Taoist wanted to deceive anyone, but he had gotten carried away flying over famous mountains and rivers a couple of days ago, losing his pouch of money upon landing.

In the wilderness, there was no way for him to find where his money bag had gone.

No choice!

He had to pawn his Taoist robe at a pawn shop in a nearby small town and buy a worn and somewhat ill-fitting robe to wear.

The little money that remained was only enough to buy flatbread and greens.

The little Taoist was prepared for the woman to reject his proposal, expecting anyone to think it sounded like a scam.

However, to his surprise, the woman pulled out a purse and grabbed a handful of copper coins from it, placing them on the table.

“No need to show the Sword Control Technique; you look like the type of cultivator I’ve heard storytellers describe.

If you could just share with me some stories of your travels as a cultivator, all these coins are yours.

How about that?”

At that moment, the little Taoist’s eyes were solely captivated by the woman’s purse.

“Benefactor, may I boldly ask about that purse…”

“It’s funny you ask.

I ran… cough, cough… I left home, passed by a little river, went to wash my hands, and this purse just fell from the sky, landing right in front of me.

How interesting is that?”

The little Taoist felt like crying.

If I tell you this purse is the one I lost, wouldn’t that be even more interesting?

But truly, the little Taoist had no face to say such a thing.

Someone says they found a purse, and you claim it’s yours; who would believe that?

He could only silently shed tears internally, collecting the twenty copper coins from the table, and asked, “What kind of story would you like to hear?

The stories of us cultivators really aren’t that interesting.”

“I want…

to hear a romantic…

story.”

The little Taoist could be sure the woman before him hadn’t used any charming techniques, but her way of stressing three syllables made it feel sticky and whiny, yet somehow left one wanting more.

“How could cultivators have any romantic stories to tell?

Truly travelling the world, they just face the wind and drink the dew.”

The woman pouted slightly, obviously somewhat incredulous.

“Could it be… that you, Taoist master… aren’t familiar with romance?”

As she spoke, the woman blinked at the little Taoist, almost making him doubt whether he really understood romance.

“No!

There’s nothing romantic about the affairs of cultivators.

Really!”

Even though the little Taoist was emphatic, the woman remained unconvinced and asked, “This flatbread you’re eating, how do you eat it?”

The little Taoist broke off a small piece of the flatbread and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Just like this.”

The woman laughed, picked up the flatbread, tore off a finger-sized strip, stuck one end in her mouth, and extended the other end toward the little Taoist’s mouth.

The face of the little Taoist instantly turned red.

Has a lifetime of good deeds finally opened the eyes of the heavens?

As another half of the sesame pancake was stuffed into the mouth of the Little Taoist, whose face resembled an old tomato, the woman began to bite off a little, then a little more.

At this moment, the Little Taoist felt his breath emitting a heat as scorching as Samadhi True Fire.

A middle-aged couple at the next table also noticed this scene.

The husband complained to his wife, “Did you see how they are feeding the sesame pancake?

It’s quite different.”

The wife glared fiercely at her husband, rolled the pancake on the plate into a cylinder, then with one hand pinched her husband’s cheek, and stuffed the whole rolled pancake into his mouth.

Again, and again.

Both fiercely and deeply.

“Like having stuff shoved in your mouth, do you?

Here!

Try this, stuffing the whole thing in your mouth!

Lazy good-for-nothing, always clueless about making money, just messing with all this nonsense!

Here!

Deeper!

Even deeper!”

Just then, several disciples of the Dragon Serpent Gang entered the inn, scanned the room, and noticed the shy Little Taoist with a flushed face and the woman beside him who was clearly disguised as a man.

One of the Dragon Serpent Gang’s disciples walked over and asked loudly, “Are you a man or a woman?”

The woman, intimidated by their aggression, hurriedly moved closer to the Little Taoist, grasping his sleeve as if by accident, and said pitifully, “I…

am a man.”

Although the woman tried hard to make her voice rougher, it was obvious she was not a man.

“Never mind that for now, come with us.”

The woman said nothing, but her grip on the Little Taoist’s sleeve tightened.

Bang!

The Little Taoist slapped the table and stood up, angrily addressing the other party, “In broad daylight, under the clear sky, who are you to try taking someone away?

Little do you know that between heaven and earth exists righteousness, and the Righteous Path in the mortal world is vast…”

Slap—

The Little Taoist hadn’t finished speaking when he received a slap across his face.

The Little Taoist was stunned.

The woman looking at the Little Taoist was also a bit dazed.

“Before you hit someone, don’t you say something first?”

This remark from the Little Taoist cracked up the several disciples from the Dragon Serpent Gang.

“Are you silly?

Who ever announces before throwing a punch?”

…

Outside the inn, Zheng Yijian of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect was leading his six juniors chasing towards the east.

Having just passed by the inn, they saw several figures of Dragon Serpent Gang disciples flying out from inside.

Their speed was even faster than that of the flying swords beneath their feet.

Zheng Yijian raised a hand, and everyone immediately stopped mid-air.

Except for the second senior brother whose inertia was too great, he managed to stop his flying sword, but fell off.

However, the other six were levitating mid-air, standing on their flying swords, pointing towards the inn.

Inside the inn, the Little Taoist stepped out.

His ill-fitting and ragged Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

Although they hadn’t engaged in combat yet, Zheng Yijian already felt that the opponent’s Qi was extremely potent.

“May I ask which fellow Taoist you are?”

Zheng Yijian intended to start with courtesy before employing force, also giving time for his second junior brother to join them, so that all seven could form an array and attack.

The Little Taoist bowed courteously to the group.

“Sword Cultivator Zhao Siyang.”