Chapter 340: Jiang Family Descendants Pay Homage to Senior Tiangang
Lu Chengwen looked at Luo Shiyin: "You... can you tell if that cup has the Desire Woman Pill or not?"
Luo Shiyin pouted in grievance: "If it were me, I would definitely pick the one with the Desire Woman Pill! Do you even need to ask about this kind of thing?"
"No, we should wait a bit first and observe if there's any reaction..."
"Of course, there's a reaction! If there's no reaction, I'll react on my own and show you!"
"But Qi Meishao is still here..."
"She already knows!"
"This is my office..."
"Don't you like special places? Besides, you have a bed inside, I already saw it!"
Qi Meishao was so furious she could die: "Luo Shiyin! You are already... beyond saving!"
Luo Shiyin leaned against Lu Chengwen's chest: "There is medicine, and I've been saved many times."
Lu Chengwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Slut, get inside and wait for me."
"Then I'll wait for you, but hurry up, I'm about to go into poison flare-up soon, really, I'm not lying."
"I know!"
Lu Chengwen said to Qi Meishao, "Stand guard at the door, don't let anyone in!"
"Me!?"
"Who else!? You want me to call our company's secretary to stand guard?"
Qi Meishao was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, and she stomped her feet: "What kind of situation is this!?"
Lu Chengwen picked up the other glass of red wine and poured it directly onto the floor.
"I'll be out in a while."
"How long is 'a while'?"
"A few hours!"
"You call that 'a while'!? Hey! Hey!"
The moment the door to the inner room closed, Qi Meishao heard Luo Shiyin's voice: "Master, Nu-Nu missed you so much!"
"Cheap slut, get on all fours!"
"Ah—so rough—"
"Did you really take the Desire Woman Pill?"
"Yes, yes, hurry up!"
"Why is it always like this? Dealing with the Desire Woman Pill is exhausting..."
"How can you cultivate without hardship?"
"Right, cultivation! Get ready, watch me! Great Vajra Dragon! Grand Luofa Mantra! Strip, strip, honey!"
"Ah..."
Qi Meishao sat on the sofa in anger, covered her ears, and cried her eyes out.
...
At this very moment.
That girl whom Lu Chengwen rescued from the "VIP Room" in Southern Myanmar.
That girl who had disheveled hair and looked like a demon.
That girl whose emotions were extremely unstable and whose combat power was terrifyingly strong.
Was standing at the entrance of a small wooden house on Seven Stars Peak.
At this moment, she was dressed in a luxurious and intricately designed ancient ceremonial robe. Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with numerous ornaments.
She wore wide-sleeved robes, embroidered mandarin duck shoes, and at her waist hung a beautifully crafted Empress Embroidery Blade. She slowly knelt down.
"The descendant of the Jiang Clan, here to pay respects to Senior Ape Demon."
She raised her head, and her beauty was enough to astonish the world.
That face was one that could make all the women in the world feel envious.
Her thick, jet-black eyebrows were long and straight, her bright and clear black eyes were piercing.
A perfectly classical oval-shaped face, fair and full.
Her crimson lips were alluring and moist.
Two neatly trimmed strands of hair framed her flawless face.
Her luxurious attire further accentuated her elegance, grandeur, dignity, and nobility.
Yet, within those pitch-black eyes, there was a trace of unruliness and arrogance, barely perceptible to the ordinary eye.
Huntian Gang did not appear, but his voice floated out.
"Someone from the Jiang family? I wonder if you've come for Lu Chengwen, or for Long Aotian?"
"I heard that Senior Ape Demon is still alive, and has even established a sect and taken on two disciples. I have come on behalf of the Jiang family to offer my congratulations."
"Oh? Interested in both?"
Bang!
The door opened. Huntian Gang slowly walked out, his face stern: "Get up, girl. I'm just a useless rogue cultivator, unworthy of such grand courtesy from a Jiang family descendant."
Jiang Xiaohou smiled slightly, bowed deeply in a ceremonial gesture, then slowly stood up.
Two maids immediately came forward to support her.
"Since childhood, I have heard tales of Senior Ape Demon's mighty presence in the martial world, renowned far and wide. To meet you today is truly a fortune of three lifetimes. I have prepared two bottles of fine wine and a box of snacks as a token of my respect for Senior."
Two warriors behind her immediately stepped forward, placing two wine bottles and a box of snacks on the table at the entrance, then respectfully retreated.
Huntian Gang kept his stern expression: "Thanks. So, you're that little monkey from the Jiang family?"
Jiang Xiaohou smiled.
Her smile was so breathtakingly beautiful, unreasonable even.
Compared to the pitiful sight in the "VIP Room," compared to her disheveled and ghostly state in her own manor, she seemed like a completely different person.
She actually smiled with such clarity, such sweetness, such purity, such charm.
Yet still… within that sweet smile, her pitch-black eyes always carried a trace of sharpness, almost imperceptible.
"I am Jiang Xiaohou, but my family always calls me 'Mad Monkey.' If Senior does not mind, you may call me that as well."
Jiang Xiaohou had risen to her feet, but the large group of people behind her remained kneeling.
If Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian had witnessed this scene, their jaws would surely have dropped in shock.
However, Huntian Gang did not seem appreciative.
Even though she was impeccably polite, even though Jiang Xiaohou had come in full ceremonial dress to pay respects, even though she had brought gifts and had paid homage as a junior… Huntian Gang's expression remained displeased.
Mortal Realm, the Jiang family should not interfere, nor do they have the right to interfere. Go back.
A fierce glint instantly flashed in Jiang Xiaohou's eyes as he sneered, "This junior has crudely learned a little martial arts. Now that I have the honor of meeting the senior, I ask for your guidance."
Hun Tian'gang replied coldly, "I cannot teach you! You are from the Jiang family. The Jiang family's threshold is so high, while I am just a worthless old man, nearly in my grave. I have no interest in this world."
Jiang Xiaohou narrowed her eyes, "Senior must be joking. The Heavenly Tribulation has yet to descend, and the world believes that the Five Elders miscalculated. However, back then, the Five Elders repeatedly performed divinations for eighteen years, and the result remained the same. Some say, perhaps, they miscalculated the timing?"
"A mistake is a mistake. Whether it's a wrong timing or even a single strand of hair out of place, it's still a mistake. This is not something you juniors should be worrying about. Little monkey, the whole world knows that my hands are ruthless. Don't invite trouble upon yourself. I'm sparing you only to save some face for your Jiang family."
Jiang Xiaohou's eyes radiated fierce hatred.
Her face twitched twice as she said, "Senior Tian'gang has only recently emerged, and yet, the traces of Dizha Gong and Qicai Nihuang have also been discovered. When Senior secluded himself back then, you once said: 'Unless the Heavenly Tribulation descends and the Savior appears, I will not open my doors, not establish a sect, not pass down teachings, nor leave any heirs…'"
"Now, the Heavenly Tribulation has not yet come, yet you have opened your doors, founded a sect, taken disciples, and passed on teachings. Could it be that you have determined that Long Aotian is the Savior? Or is it… that foolish, naïve do-gooder, Lu Chengwen?"
Hun Tian'gang's gaze turned ice-cold. "If you dare touch them, I will kill you."
"Senior, the Jiang family has treated you with courtesy, yet you insult us like this. And you call that saving face for the Jiang family?"
Hun Tian'gang looked at her. "Crazy monkey, let me make it clear to you—me not storming into the Jiang estate and using your great-grandfather's ancestral tablet as my shoe sole is already giving your Jiang family face. Besides, you're just a mere woman. Represent the Jiang family? Do you even have the right?"
This sentence struck Jiang Xiaohou's sore spot!
Jiang Xiaohou was on the verge of losing control over her expression. Her face contorted with rage, making no effort to conceal her fury anymore.
Someone behind her whispered a warning, "Your Highness, that is the Six-Fingered Ape Demon. We should—"
"Shut up!"
Jiang Xiaohou turned and glared at him. That person immediately lowered his head and continued kneeling in silence.
Jiang Xiaohou gritted her silver teeth. "I've long heard of the legendary trio—Tian'gang, Dizha, and the Seven-Colored Wind! Now that I have met the Ape Demon Senior, if I do not seek a lesson, I will regret it for life! Senior! Please enlighten me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she leaped into the air. The bulky and ornate clothing she wore did not hinder her speed or power in the slightest.
In midair, she suddenly drew her longsword and slashed toward Hun Tian'gang.
Hun Tian'gang's eyes widened. "Audacious!"
He struck out with his palm!
Jiang Xiaohou was sent tumbling backward midair, letting out a muffled grunt, "Urgh!"
With a tearing sound, her overly elaborate garments shredded completely, scattering in all directions. Underneath, she wore only a thin white robe.
Upon landing, her two long, snow-white legs were spread apart in an insect-like posture—strange yet seductive.
Her slender calves bent outward, partially exposed beyond the white robe, as she slowly shifted her body from side to side.
Her once neatly arranged and luxurious hairstyle unraveled completely, leaving her hair in wild disarray.
She gripped her longsword, shifting from side to side, her pupils locked onto Hun Tian'gang through the strands of her hair.
From her lips came strange, ragged breaths—not like a human's, but more like a ferocious, brutal, yet alluring beast.
Someone advised, "Your Highness, even in his old age, Senior Tian'gang is still—"
"Heh… haha… HAHAHAHA! I just want to see the towering peak! Aaaah—!"
Her voice, once gentle, refined, and even somewhat demure, was now completely deranged.
Hoarse and wild, her eyes filled with madness!
She swung her sword once again.
In an instant, seven afterimages appeared in the sky! Each one was Jiang Xiaohou!
Moreover, they each had different postures and different states.
Seven afterimages. Seven angles. Seven different speeds and techniques—all attacking Hun Tian'gang at once.
In that moment, the entire space became eerie and distorted.
Those kneeling on the ground were being crushed under an immense pressure.
"This… is this… Her Highness's… battle aura?"
Among the four maidservants, two had already fainted.
The overwhelming force seemed capable of draining every ounce of spiritual energy from the universe, pulling all the air currents from the surrounding mountains toward the precise spot where Hun Tian'gang stood!
Jiang Xiaohou's crazed cries grew more manic, her attacks accelerating until no one could distinguish which one was her true body. No one even knew where she was anymore.
Her longsword's shadows shifted unpredictably. Everywhere Hun Tian'gang looked, all he saw was a flowing white robe and a chilling glint of blade light.
"Uwahaha… Wahahahaha…! Senior truly possesses unrivaled divine skill! This junior humbly accepts your guidance! Hahahaha!"
Jiang Xiaohou was nearing the brink of complete loss of control.
Many of the surrounding guards had begun vomiting blood.
But Jiang Xiaohou seemed to be reveling in it, completely intoxicated by the frenzy.
Hun Tian'gang grew irritated. "Damn it, the Jiang family's descendants are just impossible to like! Open!"
In an instant—!
All those who had endured to the last finally let out breaths of relief.
Some collapsed unconscious on the ground; some pressed their hands against the floor, sweat pouring like rain; others wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths and turned their eyes toward the battlefield.
And when they saw it—they were utterly stunned.