This man cultivated the Supreme Sword Path, only one step away from ascending to the Supreme Divine Realm.
Yet, the Sword Sovereign held no sword in his hand.
Chu Weiliang couldn’t help but take an extra glance.
Qin Buji, who hadn’t even seen his ancestor’s face yet, was already scolded so harshly his scalp tightened. He hurriedly explained:
“Reporting to Grandmaster Uncle, before we departed, our Master repeatedly instructed us to avoid trouble whenever possible, to refrain from bullying others, and especially, not to hit women just because we dislike them…”
The aura of Sword Sovereign Wen Shubai was unique under the heavens—powerful, arrogant, self-important, and never in need of reasoning.
“Your Master also taught you: if a woman begs to be hit, oblige her.”
Qin Buji: …
Chu Weiliang let out a soft, internal laugh.
This blind man spouting nonsense was somewhat amusing.
Just then, Wen Shubai slightly turned his face toward her direction.
He had detected her presence.
Chu Weiliang suddenly remembered: she was Wen Shubai’s puppet wooden doll.
So, at this moment, she ought to be doing something.
But what? The original body was made of solid wood, its brain dull—many trivial details were lost to memory.
Thus, Chu Weiliang could only twitch her lips and offer an awkward smile.
Wen Shubai waited a moment, his spring-mountain-like brows slightly furrowing impatiently:
“Wooden block, why are you still standing there? Come here.”
Chu Weiliang: Fine…
He only emerged over a century after her death; by age, he was merely a junior.
But this junior was currently unbeatable.
Chu Weiliang reminded herself: I am a wooden puppet, I am a wooden puppet…
She stepped forward, trampling over a wailing female guard rolling on the ground, took two steps, then stepped over another shrieking one—high and low, one foot deep, one foot shallow—mechanically carving a straight path until she stood before Wen Shubai.
Qin Buji: …
Other Brahma Heaven Palace disciples: …
Wen Shubai: “Exquisitely stupid…”
His fingertips lifted slightly beneath his sleeve.
Chu Weiliang then involuntarily shrank rapidly, stiffened, and finally—whoosh—flew into his palm, transforming into a small wooden doll.
Immobile and mute, only as large as a man’s palm, its entire body polished extremely smooth and glossy from years of repetitive handling.
Wen Shubai rubbed her with his thumb.
Chu Weiliang: Don’t touch me! You’re the one who’s exquisite! Your whole family is exquisite! Damn it!
Wen Mian strained to tiptoe and peek at the little puppet. “Daddy, is A Liang throwing a tantrum?”
Chu Weiliang: … It’s A Liang, not “A Niang”!
Wen Shubai, addressing his daughter, was entirely unlike his previous sharp and caustic self. He nodded gently, “Mm, no rush. Daddy will properly fix her later.”
Chu Weiliang: Hey…! Wait, how exactly do you plan to “fix” me?
Wen Shubai’s thumb habitually rubbed Chu Weiliang once more, then promptly tucked her into his embrace.
But because she was so small, his thumb brushed past her chest, waist, and lower abdomen in one sweep…
Chu Weiliang felt thoroughly unsettled by the touch.
Could you please not… touch… me…!!!
Why are you stuffing me into your… embrace…!!!
Why your embrace???
Hey! Blind man surnamed Wen, I’m just an object—could you please put me in your sleeve, or a storage ring, bracelet, treasure pouch, or something?
Hey!
His embrace was clean and cool, but the proximity made his masculine scent assault her nostrils.
Chu Weiliang dared not struggle too much, lest her unstable remnant soul truly disturb this formidable ancestor and get exterminated as a wandering ghost.
Thus, she could only curl up inside his lapel, using her spiritual sense to pinch her nose while silently chanting in her heart: I am a piece of wood, I am a piece of wood…