Chapter 221: Chapter 221: The Disgusting Pig of the Ge Clan
"Ah, move a bit to the left, you useless dolt!"
Ge Xuan barked, his voice a comically high-pitched wheeze as he bounced his massive, gelatinous hips rhythmically on top of a handsome, muscular male guard who was face-down beneath him.
The poor guard was gripping the edge of the seat for dear life, letting out muffled, tragic groans as Ge Xuan’s heavy bulk flattened him into the cushions with every bounce.
The young master lazily popped a spiritual grape into his mouth, utterly untroubled by his partner’s suffering.
You see, the young master of the Ge clan was literally gay.
Women bored him to death, and the only reason he had agreed to this political farce was to secure the Cao Clan’s distribution channels.
"Mmm, yes. Just like that. If the young lady of the Cao Clan doesn’t have guards half as pretty as you, I might just have to bring my own harem to their dreary little forge of a city."
"Young Master’s... physical prowess... is unparalleled..." the guard choked out from beneath the suffocating weight.
"Of course it is! The Cao Clan should be begging on their knees for my money," Ge Xuan scoffed, giving a final, heavy bounce.
"Once I marry that girl, I’ll lock her away in the estate to brew pills all day, and I’ll spend her family’s dowry on a whole new batch of handsome mercenaries from the capital."
"It’s a perfect plan—"
Suddenly, the massive carriage lurched to a violent, grinding halt.
The abrupt stop caused Ge Xuan’s massive mass to slide dangerously, sending him tumbling off his guard and crashing heavily into the floorboards like a dropped sack of grain.
His half-eaten plate of grapes shattered, and his partner finally scrambled to get away, gasping for oxygen.
"What in the heavens?!" Ge Xuan roared, his face instantly turning a mottled, furious purple as he struggled to hoist himself back up.
Outside, the loud, anxious voices of his mercenary captains echoed through the mountain pass, followed by the metallic clatter of drawing swords.
"Who goes there?!"
"State your name! You are blocking the convoy of the Flowing Spring City’s Ge Clan!"
Fuming with rage at his ruined afternoon, Ge Xuan aggressively shoved his massive bulk toward the carriage window and slammed the silken curtains aside.
"You incompetent fools! If my wine is spilled, I’ll have you all flayed! What is the meaning of—"
His voice died in his throat as his small, piggy eyes locked onto the figure standing dead center in the middle of the mountain road.
A lone man stood there, blocking the path of the entire heavily armed caravan.
He was slender, dressed in dark green robes that fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, and a mane of long, striking green hair fell over his shoulders.
Oddly enough, the man exuded absolutely no spiritual pressure whatsoever, he felt entirely like an ordinary mortal, standing there with his hands tucked casually into his large sleeves.
Yet, despite the lack of presence, the sheer, flawless beauty of the man’s face was staggering.
Ge Xuan’s furious scowl instantly melted away, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated lust.
His piggy eyes widened to their absolute limits, and a thick string of drool practically threatened to spill from the corner of his mouth as he stared at the gorgeous stranger.
"Oh... oh my," Ge Xuan wheezed comically, his previous anger completely evaporating as his twisted desires took over.
He leaned halfway out the window, his fat hands gripping the frame as he pointed a trembling, sausage-like finger at the green-haired man.
He snapped his head toward his head guard, screaming at the top of his lungs with absolute, arrogant entitlement.
"You absolute idiots, stop shouting at him! Don’t you dare scratch his face! Fucking bring that beautiful bastard here to my carriage right now!"
"I will fuck him to death before we even reach the city gates! Hurry up!"
...
Shen Yu had seen the massive caravan winding through the mountain pass from a distance, deciding to stand dead center in the road and simply let them approach.
His original plan was straightforward, unleash his simulated Nascent Soul pressure, playfully slaughter two or three of their guards, and perfectly embody the character of Mo Liu, an eccentric, unpredictable powerhouse.
But the moment those comically shrill words echoed from the carriage window, paired with the heavy, sickeningly lecherous gaze locking onto his body, the script completely shattered.
A sudden wave of intense repulsion crashed over him, sending a literal chill straight down his spine.
In his past life, he had crossed paths with plenty of gay men, but because he had been completely average and unattractive back then, they had never spared him a second glance, a fact he had always been deeply thankful for.
But now, in this life, his appearance was simply too striking.
For the very first time, he was experiencing the disturbing weight of a man looking at him like a piece of meat.
He didn’t harbor a blanket hatred for gay people, but he absolutely, unequivocally did not like men.
How could he, when the world was filled with peerless beauties like Lixue, Meng Yan, Xu Yi, and others?
Feeling that filthy, degrading stare from the bloated noble made his blood boil.
He wanted nothing more than to step forward, violently rip the dick off that fat bastard, and slaughter every single living soul in the convoy.
However, his plans were already in motion.
He needed this disgusting pig alive to execute his plans within the city, killing him now would create a chaotic mess that disrupted his entire timeline.
Slicing away any intention of playing the charming, eccentric senior, Shen Yu’s eyes turned dead cold.
Without a word, he activated the Phantom Void Mirage Step.
His slender figure instantly vanished from the eyes of the screaming mercenaries, leaving nothing but empty mountain air behind.
Before the guards could even register his disappearance, a horrific squelching sound echoed from the front lines.
Shen Yu moved like a ghost, weaving through the ranks entirely undetected.
With a few casual flicks of his wrists, the throats of three late-stage Foundation Establishment mercenaries were cleanly torn open, their bodies hitting the dirt road in a bloody heap.
The entire caravan erupted into utter shock and panic.
"Where did he go?!"
"Enemy attack! Form a defensive circle around the Young Master’s carriage!"
Suddenly, a powerful burst of spiritual energy flared up as a Golden Core cultivator stepped forward.
It was the heavily built guard from earlier, now hastily clad in his uniform, though he was walking with a distinctly awkward, rigid stride due to his recent activities in the carriage.
Drawing a heavy broadsword, he roared into the empty air, "Who the fuck are you?! Show your face and face me like a man!"
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