Chapter 133: Lucky Her, Lucky Me
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Chapter 133 Lucky Her, Lucky Me
The unremarkable-looking man's back was now full of sweat. Wu Long made an experienced fighter make an amateur mistake of attacking a fake opening. This meant that the opening he showed was basically real. He deliberately left an opening that could have seriously hurt him if the attendant was even slightly faster.
Which could only mean that Wu Long either gambled with his own life or gauged their fighting prowess with an unworldly precision in the few exchanges they had, which allowed him to accurately trap the now-dead attendant.
The man's gaze shifted to the other attendant who was now ineffective in battle. His cultivation base allowed him to live even with such an injury and he could hope to gradually heal, but his arm was forever gone and he was in no shape to continue fighting.
Finally, fear started to crawl into the man's heart as he now understood that when they noticed a formation enveloping the capital, not trying everything they could to escape and 'waiting for a prey to come to them' was a big mistake. It was not the prey that came to them, but a predator.
He could not fathom how a Qi Condensation Realm brat could be so powerful, but now he had no leeway to be greedy for that secret.
Wu Long saw the look in the man's eyes and the excitement that appeared in his own eyes before and was growing like a flame died down, replaced by disappointment.
"Haa~"
He sighed with regret. There was no tension now since the unremarkable-looking man just lost his life. Nothing could stop Wu Long in a man who lost his fighting will.
"Let's wrap this up?"
He asked the man, and the latter took a step back. A light annoyance appeared in Wu Long's eyes as he pointed with the index finger of his free hand upwards.
"This place's sealed, you can't run. If you're going to fight let's fight, if you are not just die and be done with it"
"P..ple..." n./o/-v-(E-(l)/b/.1))n
"No"
As the man opened his mouth Wu Long's voice which turned even colder cut him off.
"B-but I..."
A sword slash cut off the man's voice which had a pleading tone to it. The man defended but the strike still passed through his shoulder and blood splashed from a newly appeared deep gash that severed the collarbone.
"Aaaah!!"
The man placed his hand on the gash in pain. Wu Long looked at him with not even a speck of mercy, his gaze cold.
"Haa~ and you were doing so well..."
Wu Long lamented while shaking his head. Weapon Intent or any such abstract and incorporeal power was heavily dependent on the user's mind. The moment the man lost his fighting spirit, his Saber Intent had no foundation to support it. It was easily broken by Wu Long's Sword Intent.
The man shouted as he raised his saber, realizing that there was no use in pleading or negotiating. But the saber he raised had no will or spirit, it was a dead saber and in front of Wu Long, it was basically a normal wooden stick held by an amateur. Even though there was a technique in the way the saber was held and swung, there was no substance to it now.
The surroundings were discolored and the sounds of their weapons colliding lagged behind the motions themselves throughout their fight. But at this moment, the discoloration intensified and Wu Long swung his sword. It looked strange from the side, as his sword seemed to move at a normal speed, but then it was already being sheathed the next moment while the man opposite of him stiffened, as if part of the visual scene was cut away and the remaining one was stretched to fill in the gap.
The surroundings returned to normal, and then the man and his saber were cleanly split in two along with a long gash in the stone tiles behind him. The sharp sound of the saber parts falling and the thudding sound of heavy sacks of flesh hitting the ground happened simultaneously.
Wu Long looked into the distance where the number of people Shen Min was fighting was now down to seven. She looked like she would be fine so he simply finished off the listless attendant who did not even put up a resistance and sat down on the rubble of the wall, looking at her fight.
"Haa~ lucky her"
He simply said with some envy.
---
The palace guards and royal army that besieged the side palace of the radical faction leader stood and watched as the fight ended in the distance. There was astonishment as well as terror in their eyes as the aura they felt before was crushing them, but the man who released it was just killed after a seemingly not-long fight. At the end it even looked like he was pleading and begging.
The radical faction people also looked there, but their expressions were dazed. As they did have disbelief, but even more so a realization that they were all definitely dead slowly filled their heads.
The people who fought Shen Min, though still partially alive, could not bring them any comfort, as they were now visibly struggling and could not even handle her not to mention the man who killed their leader.
'It is over', was what reverberated in their heads.
---
After some time, Shen Min finished off the people she was fighting and excitedly went to Wu Long who, while looking in her direction, somehow looked sullen as he sat on rubble while cupping his cheek to support it, the elbow of his arm on the knee.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"Hehe, it's the first time I see you like this, what is it?"
"I said nothing"
Wu Long's voice sounded like grumbling as he stood up and she hugged his arm. They went in the direction of the royal family who were all silent but did not have any displeasure on their faces unlike before.
The rebel faction was quickly taken into custody and brought to the palace square to be put alongside the rest of the people in shackles. Wu Long did not bother to listen to the long and boring speech the king made that described the 'reasons' he had for such a 'decision', instead talking in lower tones with Shen Min. He only wanted to confirm the execution, which finally happened after some more ceremonious drivel.
Shen Min was excited after a fight and when he saw the look in her eyes he knew that she was already a little aroused. The way she was pressing her breasts into his forearm that she hugged also was very seductive. He smiled and bent down so that his mouth was right next to her ear.
"Do you want to wait for the night to come, or start right after we return to the inn?"
The sparks that were flickering deep in her eyes instantly grew into a flame and she raised her mouth to his ear.
"I can't wait"
His smile widened and he lightly bit her eat, which instantly sent shivers through her.
"How can I refuse my woman's desire? I can only oblige"
He then whispered to her, as his sullen mood instantly improved.
Meanwhile, Cai Yin was standing not that far from them, and as she turned away not to see the moment of execution she noticed them whispering to each other, a light blush on Shen Min's face.
She looked at this scene first with astonishment at how crazy they were to be flirting while witnessing such a scene but then looked a little mesmerized. As a Soul Cultivator, she was very perceptive to mental and soul fluctuations, so Shen Min's emotions were like an infectious wavelength that made her feel the reverberations. She thought to how devastating her fluctuations were when she saved her, and how she was now loved and seemingly pampered, in the arms of a loved man, and a single thought ran through her mind.
'Lucky her'
---
Wu Long bid his farewell to the royal family and left with Shen Min. They then returned to the inn and cleaned up. This time, though, Shen Min let him go first and went into the washroom after he came out. He only smiled at how mysterious she acted and sat on the bed, the only thing covering him being a towel around his waist.
Shen Min opened the door after a while, and a look of being lightly enchanted by her beauty appeared on Wu Long's face. She did not wear anything on the top half of her body, letting him enjoy the view of her round and ample breasts, and there was a set of black lacy underwear on her, complete with semi-transparent stockings up to the upper thighs and a garter belt that held the stockings on straps. She slowly walked up to him, letting him enjoy the scene of her gracefully moving body.
There was a fire of excitement burning in her heterochromatic eyes that looked especially brilliant and beautiful at this moment.
'Heh, lucky me...'
Wu Long thought after a moment of appreciating the stunning beauty of this scene.
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Chapter 133 Lucky Her, Lucky Me
The unremarkable-looking man's back was now full of sweat. Wu Long made an experienced fighter make an amateur mistake of attacking a fake opening. This meant that the opening he showed was basically real. He deliberately left an opening that could have seriously hurt him if the attendant was even slightly faster.
Which could only mean that Wu Long either gambled with his own life or gauged their fighting prowess with an unworldly precision in the few exchanges they had, which allowed him to accurately trap the now-dead attendant.
The man's gaze shifted to the other attendant who was now ineffective in battle. His cultivation base allowed him to live even with such an injury and he could hope to gradually heal, but his arm was forever gone and he was in no shape to continue fighting.
Finally, fear started to crawl into the man's heart as he now understood that when they noticed a formation enveloping the capital, not trying everything they could to escape and 'waiting for a prey to come to them' was a big mistake. It was not the prey that came to them, but a predator.
He could not fathom how a Qi Condensation Realm brat could be so powerful, but now he had no leeway to be greedy for that secret.
Wu Long saw the look in the man's eyes and the excitement that appeared in his own eyes before and was growing like a flame died down, replaced by disappointment.
"Haa~"
He sighed with regret. There was no tension now since the unremarkable-looking man just lost his life. Nothing could stop Wu Long in a man who lost his fighting will.
"Let's wrap this up?"
He asked the man, and the latter took a step back. A light annoyance appeared in Wu Long's eyes as he pointed with the index finger of his free hand upwards.
"This place's sealed, you can't run. If you're going to fight let's fight, if you are not just die and be done with it"
"P..ple..." n./o/-v-(E-(l)/b/.1))n
"No"
As the man opened his mouth Wu Long's voice which turned even colder cut him off.
"B-but I..."
A sword slash cut off the man's voice which had a pleading tone to it. The man defended but the strike still passed through his shoulder and blood splashed from a newly appeared deep gash that severed the collarbone.
"Aaaah!!"
The man placed his hand on the gash in pain. Wu Long looked at him with not even a speck of mercy, his gaze cold.
"Haa~ and you were doing so well..."
Wu Long lamented while shaking his head. Weapon Intent or any such abstract and incorporeal power was heavily dependent on the user's mind. The moment the man lost his fighting spirit, his Saber Intent had no foundation to support it. It was easily broken by Wu Long's Sword Intent.
The man shouted as he raised his saber, realizing that there was no use in pleading or negotiating. But the saber he raised had no will or spirit, it was a dead saber and in front of Wu Long, it was basically a normal wooden stick held by an amateur. Even though there was a technique in the way the saber was held and swung, there was no substance to it now.
The surroundings were discolored and the sounds of their weapons colliding lagged behind the motions themselves throughout their fight. But at this moment, the discoloration intensified and Wu Long swung his sword. It looked strange from the side, as his sword seemed to move at a normal speed, but then it was already being sheathed the next moment while the man opposite of him stiffened, as if part of the visual scene was cut away and the remaining one was stretched to fill in the gap.
The surroundings returned to normal, and then the man and his saber were cleanly split in two along with a long gash in the stone tiles behind him. The sharp sound of the saber parts falling and the thudding sound of heavy sacks of flesh hitting the ground happened simultaneously.
Wu Long looked into the distance where the number of people Shen Min was fighting was now down to seven. She looked like she would be fine so he simply finished off the listless attendant who did not even put up a resistance and sat down on the rubble of the wall, looking at her fight.
"Haa~ lucky her"
He simply said with some envy.
---
The palace guards and royal army that besieged the side palace of the radical faction leader stood and watched as the fight ended in the distance. There was astonishment as well as terror in their eyes as the aura they felt before was crushing them, but the man who released it was just killed after a seemingly not-long fight. At the end it even looked like he was pleading and begging.
The radical faction people also looked there, but their expressions were dazed. As they did have disbelief, but even more so a realization that they were all definitely dead slowly filled their heads.
The people who fought Shen Min, though still partially alive, could not bring them any comfort, as they were now visibly struggling and could not even handle her not to mention the man who killed their leader.
'It is over', was what reverberated in their heads.
---
After some time, Shen Min finished off the people she was fighting and excitedly went to Wu Long who, while looking in her direction, somehow looked sullen as he sat on rubble while cupping his cheek to support it, the elbow of his arm on the knee.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"Hehe, it's the first time I see you like this, what is it?"
"I said nothing"
Wu Long's voice sounded like grumbling as he stood up and she hugged his arm. They went in the direction of the royal family who were all silent but did not have any displeasure on their faces unlike before.
The rebel faction was quickly taken into custody and brought to the palace square to be put alongside the rest of the people in shackles. Wu Long did not bother to listen to the long and boring speech the king made that described the 'reasons' he had for such a 'decision', instead talking in lower tones with Shen Min. He only wanted to confirm the execution, which finally happened after some more ceremonious drivel.
Shen Min was excited after a fight and when he saw the look in her eyes he knew that she was already a little aroused. The way she was pressing her breasts into his forearm that she hugged also was very seductive. He smiled and bent down so that his mouth was right next to her ear.
"Do you want to wait for the night to come, or start right after we return to the inn?"
The sparks that were flickering deep in her eyes instantly grew into a flame and she raised her mouth to his ear.
"I can't wait"
His smile widened and he lightly bit her eat, which instantly sent shivers through her.
"How can I refuse my woman's desire? I can only oblige"
He then whispered to her, as his sullen mood instantly improved.
Meanwhile, Cai Yin was standing not that far from them, and as she turned away not to see the moment of execution she noticed them whispering to each other, a light blush on Shen Min's face.
She looked at this scene first with astonishment at how crazy they were to be flirting while witnessing such a scene but then looked a little mesmerized. As a Soul Cultivator, she was very perceptive to mental and soul fluctuations, so Shen Min's emotions were like an infectious wavelength that made her feel the reverberations. She thought to how devastating her fluctuations were when she saved her, and how she was now loved and seemingly pampered, in the arms of a loved man, and a single thought ran through her mind.
'Lucky her'
---
Wu Long bid his farewell to the royal family and left with Shen Min. They then returned to the inn and cleaned up. This time, though, Shen Min let him go first and went into the washroom after he came out. He only smiled at how mysterious she acted and sat on the bed, the only thing covering him being a towel around his waist.
Shen Min opened the door after a while, and a look of being lightly enchanted by her beauty appeared on Wu Long's face. She did not wear anything on the top half of her body, letting him enjoy the view of her round and ample breasts, and there was a set of black lacy underwear on her, complete with semi-transparent stockings up to the upper thighs and a garter belt that held the stockings on straps. She slowly walked up to him, letting him enjoy the scene of her gracefully moving body.
There was a fire of excitement burning in her heterochromatic eyes that looked especially brilliant and beautiful at this moment.
'Heh, lucky me...'
Wu Long thought after a moment of appreciating the stunning beauty of this scene.
Chapter 133 Lucky Her, Lucky Me The unremarkable-looking man's back was now full of sweat. Wu Long made an experienced fighter make an amateur mistake of attacking a fake opening. This meant that the opening he showed was basically real. He deliberately left an opening that could have seriously hurt him if the attendant was even slightly faster. Which could only mean that Wu Long either gambled with his own life or gauged their fighting prowess with an unworldly precision in the few exchanges they had, which allowed him to accurately trap the now-dead attendant. The man's gaze shifted to the other attendant who was now ineffective in battle. His cultivation base allowed him to live even with such an injury and he could hope to gradually heal, but his arm was forever gone and he was in no shape to continue fighting. Finally, fear started to crawl into the man's heart as he now understood that when they noticed a formation enveloping the capital, not trying everything they could to escape and 'waiting for a prey to come to them' was a big mistake. It was not the prey that came to them, but a predator. He could not fathom how a Qi Condensation Realm brat could be so powerful, but now he had no leeway to be greedy for that secret. Wu Long saw the look in the man's eyes and the excitement that appeared in his own eyes before and was growing like a flame died down, replaced by disappointment. "Haa~" He sighed with regret. There was no tension now since the unremarkable-looking man just lost his life. Nothing could stop Wu Long in a man who lost his fighting will. "Let's wrap this up?" He asked the man, and the latter took a step back. A light annoyance appeared in Wu Long's eyes as he pointed with the index finger of his free hand upwards. "This place's sealed, you can't run. If you're going to fight let's fight, if you are not just die and be done with it" "P..ple..." n./o/-v-E-l/b/.1n"No" As the man opened his mouth Wu Long's voice which turned even colder cut him off. "B-but I..." A sword slash cut off the man's voice which had a pleading tone to it. The man defended but the strike still passed through his shoulder and blood splashed from a newly appeared deep gash that severed the collarbone. "Aaaah!!" The man placed his hand on the gash in pain. Wu Long looked at him with not even a speck of mercy, his gaze cold. "Haa~ and you were doing so well..." Wu Long lamented while shaking his head. Weapon Intent or any such abstract and incorporeal power was heavily dependent on the user's mind. The moment the man lost his fighting spirit, his Saber Intent had no foundation to support it. It was easily broken by Wu Long's Sword Intent. The man shouted as he raised his saber, realizing that there was no use in pleading or negotiating. But the saber he raised had no will or spirit, it was a dead saber and in front of Wu Long, it was basically a normal wooden stick held by an amateur. Even though there was a technique in the way the saber was held and swung, there was no substance to it now. The surroundings were discolored and the sounds of their weapons colliding lagged behind the motions themselves throughout their fight. But at this moment, the discoloration intensified and Wu Long swung his sword. It looked strange from the side, as his sword seemed to move at a normal speed, but then it was already being sheathed the next moment while the man opposite of him stiffened, as if part of the visual scene was cut away and the remaining one was stretched to fill in the gap. The surroundings returned to normal, and then the man and his saber were cleanly split in two along with a long gash in the stone tiles behind him. The sharp sound of the saber parts falling and the thudding sound of heavy sacks of flesh hitting the ground happened simultaneously. Wu Long looked into the distance where the number of people Shen Min was fighting was now down to seven. She looked like she would be fine so he simply finished off the listless attendant who did not even put up a resistance and sat down on the rubble of the wall, looking at her fight. "Haa~ lucky her" He simply said with some envy. --- The palace guards and royal army that besieged the side palace of the radical faction leader stood and watched as the fight ended in the distance. There was astonishment as well as terror in their eyes as the aura they felt before was crushing them, but the man who released it was just killed after a seemingly not-long fight. At the end it even looked like he was pleading and begging. The radical faction people also looked there, but their expressions were dazed. As they did have disbelief, but even more so a realization that they were all definitely dead slowly filled their heads. The people who fought Shen Min, though still partially alive, could not bring them any comfort, as they were now visibly struggling and could not even handle her not to mention the man who killed their leader. 'It is over', was what reverberated in their heads. --- After some time, Shen Min finished off the people she was fighting and excitedly went to Wu Long who, while looking in her direction, somehow looked sullen as he sat on rubble while cupping his cheek to support it, the elbow of his arm on the knee. "Hm? What's wrong?" "Nothing" "Hehe, it's the first time I see you like this, what is it?" "I said nothing" Wu Long's voice sounded like grumbling as he stood up and she hugged his arm. They went in the direction of the royal family who were all silent but did not have any displeasure on their faces unlike before. The rebel faction was quickly taken into custody and brought to the palace square to be put alongside the rest of the people in shackles. Wu Long did not bother to listen to the long and boring speech the king made that described the 'reasons' he had for such a 'decision', instead talking in lower tones with Shen Min. He only wanted to confirm the execution, which finally happened after some more ceremonious drivel. Shen Min was excited after a fight and when he saw the look in her eyes he knew that she was already a little aroused. The way she was pressing her breasts into his forearm that she hugged also was very seductive. He smiled and bent down so that his mouth was right next to her ear. "Do you want to wait for the night to come, or start right after we return to the inn?" The sparks that were flickering deep in her eyes instantly grew into a flame and she raised her mouth to his ear. "I can't wait" His smile widened and he lightly bit her eat, which instantly sent shivers through her. "How can I refuse my woman's desire? I can only oblige" He then whispered to her, as his sullen mood instantly improved. Meanwhile, Cai Yin was standing not that far from them, and as she turned away not to see the moment of execution she noticed them whispering to each other, a light blush on Shen Min's face. She looked at this scene first with astonishment at how crazy they were to be flirting while witnessing such a scene but then looked a little mesmerized. As a Soul Cultivator, she was very perceptive to mental and soul fluctuations, so Shen Min's emotions were like an infectious wavelength that made her feel the reverberations. She thought to how devastating her fluctuations were when she saved her, and how she was now loved and seemingly pampered, in the arms of a loved man, and a single thought ran through her mind. 'Lucky her' --- Wu Long bid his farewell to the royal family and left with Shen Min. They then returned to the inn and cleaned up. This time, though, Shen Min let him go first and went into the washroom after he came out. He only smiled at how mysterious she acted and sat on the bed, the only thing covering him being a towel around his waist. Shen Min opened the door after a while, and a look of being lightly enchanted by her beauty appeared on Wu Long's face. She did not wear anything on the top half of her body, letting him enjoy the view of her round and ample breasts, and there was a set of black lacy underwear on her, complete with semi-transparent stockings up to the upper thighs and a garter belt that held the stockings on straps. She slowly walked up to him, letting him enjoy the scene of her gracefully moving body. There was a fire of excitement burning in her heterochromatic eyes that looked especially brilliant and beautiful at this moment. 'Heh, lucky me...' Wu Long thought after a moment of appreciating the stunning beauty of this scene.
