Chapter Fifteen: Tofu, Oh Tofu (Please Add to Your Collection!)

Chapter Fifteen: Eating Tofu, Eating Tofu

Hu Mo’s eyes suddenly widened, his mouth agape enough to fit a pear—he simply could not believe his eyes and ears. He muttered blankly to himself, “How is that possible? That wasn’t a dream just now? The girl wasn’t an illusion...”

“Hey, beauty, where are you? Come out quickly—” Hu Mo shouted, feeling ever more peculiar: calling out to a girl within his own body was truly beyond words.

No one answered, only a faint echo lingered. After he’d called seven or eight times, the girl still made no sound.

Annoyed, he said, “What’s wrong with a man being lustful? I haven’t killed, robbed, or pillaged! I’m a scoundrel, so what? At least I’m not a two-faced hypocrite like so many others! If you won’t respond, fine, I don’t care about that Lingbo technique or whatever. If you’re bored, don’t run into my body and make us seem merged—you might not mind, but I certainly do!”

Hu Mo snorted coldly and stopped speaking, quietly regulating his breath. Those loud shouts had truly spent his energy.

His heart was full of frustration. He wasn’t a gentleman, and compared to that girl, he was the dirt to her sky. But what he hated most was being stifled! So what if you’re beautiful? Does beauty mean you can walk sideways? Vulgar? There are plenty more vulgar than me; I’m practically a gentleman already.

Just as he closed his eyes once more, a massive killing intent suddenly locked onto his body. A gust of palm wind swept toward him, sharp and unstoppable.

Hu Mo was shocked. He never expected that the seemingly harmless girl would strike without warning. From the looks of it, her strength far surpassed his own—ruthless and merciless, leaving him without the will to resist.

“If I die, so be it, it’s not like I haven’t died before. Sigh, what a pity, so many beauties will be deprived of my care, the world will lose a wise ruler. Helpless, truly helpless—” Hu Mo thought to himself. He couldn’t move at all; his strength was so weak that under such suppression he could only silently “enjoy” it.

When the palm wind was about three feet away, Hu Mo, who had kept his eyes shut, suddenly opened them. He was prepared for death, but if he couldn’t see what the girl looked like before he died, it would truly discomfort him.

Yet, when he saw the owner of the palm wind, he cursed loudly in his heart, “Damn it! Are you kidding me? All these beauties love wearing veils! I’m about to die and can’t even fulfill this last wish?!”

The hand drew closer and closer, the intense pressure contorting Hu Mo’s delicate face. He felt as if countless needles pricked his skin, cold sweat pouring down his cheeks.

Just as he thought he’d be smashed to bits, the girl stopped in a most bizarre manner.

Her hand stayed raised in the striking pose, beautiful eyes gazing at him through the veil, so close. Autumn water flowing, elegant brows tinged with sorrow—she held the posture, her aura undiminished, still radiating fiercely.

Something seemed to hold her back, so the palm never descended. But Hu Mo was even more tormented now; the prickling pain on his face grew stronger, seemingly endless.

Hu Mo truly disliked cursing women, especially beautiful ones, which is why he didn’t use the word “old man” earlier. But now he couldn’t help himself—damn it, killing should be quick, death is just a bird facing the sky. Is there a need to torture someone like this?

“You venomous woman, kill me if you want, you think I’m scared?” Hu Mo shouted, wishing he had the strength to strip her clothes and press her beneath him, so she’d know what pain really was. Though, perhaps that wasn’t quite pain...

But now, such thoughts were but dreams. The woman’s cultivation was unfathomable, surely stronger than Hu Yihu. Hu Yihu was a bona fide battle emperor; what level did this woman reach? Hu Mo could hardly imagine!

The girl shook her head gently, slowly lowering her hand, her tone indifferent. “Forget it, what does any of this matter to me, and...”

Her “and” was cut off, for Hu Mo suddenly lunged at her like a madman—so swift! Just as she was about to dodge, his large hands pressed onto her towering peaks, and she felt her body weaken, the power she’d gathered dissipating instantly.

Hu Mo would not let the opportunity slip. He pressed his entire body onto hers, as if sinking into soft, cotton clouds. His whole body heated up, the fire of a virgin from several lifetimes burning wildly, making him dizzy with confusion.

He’d only wanted to take revenge on the girl, but now his actions were indistinguishable from the prelude to rape.

Though the girl’s strength was immense, she was still a woman. The intense tingling sensation as her tender chest was grasped disrupted her defenses for a moment. Just as Hu Mo’s hands were about to move further, the girl’s face darkened, and she struck him hard in the chest.

Though Hu Mo was only a soul now, the blow landed solidly. With a muffled groan, his body was sent flying like a rubber ball. At the very last moment, a smile curled on his lips, his hand tightly clutching a veil—he finally tore it off.

As he’d hoped, if he died without knowing what the girl looked like, it would be too much. Now, he’d not only taken advantage but also seen her face; even if he fell to her hand, so what? To die beneath a peony, even as a ghost one remains romantic—that was Hu Mo’s immortal creed.

He glanced at the girl, and in that instant he was briefly transfixed. He considered himself acquainted with many beauties in his past lives, but none had left him so stupefied, so out of sorts, as this girl.

He didn’t know how to describe her appearance—just gazing at her was the greatest pleasure. He never expected that such a powerful woman would look so young. Of course, young in appearance, not in figure—the fullness he’d just felt was still fresh in memory. What surprised him was her adorable childlike face, as if a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl, her every smile and frown enchanting and captivating.

A child’s face with a voluptuous figure—no man could resist such temptation! Hu Mo’s mouth was nearly watering. Yet his expression was strange, as if torn between pain and joy.

His chest ached as though it had been ripped apart by a heavy blow, and he cried inwardly, “This woman really is ruthless! Trying to murder her husband, is she?!”

Still, his lascivious heart was alive and well. To not admire such a vision would be a waste of heaven’s gifts!

He flew and flew, landing near the Sacred Wood King Cauldron, finally caught by its faint red glow.

The girl was truly enraged—never in her life had she suffered such humiliation. The killing intent she’d dispersed now surged back, and she was close to tearing Hu Mo to shreds.

“You lecher, die, die—” the girl charged, furious.

Hu Mo, however, looked unconcerned. With the help of the cauldron’s red aura, the injuries he’d just suffered recovered more than half.

He landed gently beside the cauldron, ignoring the girl’s wrathful aura. He stroked the cauldron lightly and smiled wryly, “You finally decided to help. I thought you’d watch me die!”

As he spoke, the girl approached. Hu Mo showed no intention of dodging, for he felt strongly that he would not die!

Indeed, when she was within a yard, she halted, slowly descending to face Hu Mo.

Her beautiful eyes widened, glaring fiercely at him. She said coldly, “Sacred Wood, do you mean to stop me?”

“Sacred Wood? Could she mean this Sacred Wood King Cauldron? Do they know each other?” Hu Mo was stunned; this was becoming too fantastical.

He brought the cauldron from the Tianlong world—how could it have acquaintances here? Was the girl also from Tianlong world?

Hu Mo grew more confused, wrapped up in the complexity of these relationships.

The cauldron continued to emit blue and red light, its glow shifting, painting Hu Mo’s face alternately blue and red. He observed the girl’s face and suddenly realized she seemed to be communicating with the cauldron. Her expression shifted constantly—anger, indignation, resentment, joy—leaving Hu Mo utterly at a loss. They say a woman’s heart is as deep as the ocean; women are fickle creatures—such sayings were truly eternal truths!

After a long time, the girl’s killing aura finally faded. She glanced at Hu Mo, nearly grinding her silver teeth to dust. Her fierce expression made Hu Mo nervous for a moment—but as she didn’t attack, why should he fear?

He laughed, “accidentally” bringing his hand to his nose, inhaling the lingering, seductive fragrance. A sense of indescribable satisfaction washed over him.

The girl almost lost her temper again, but forcibly suppressed it. She turned with difficulty, her voice icy. “I hope you do not disgrace Lingbo Technique, or I shall surely kill you!”

With those words, her figure vanished eerily into Hu Mo’s body. He was baffled by her remark and shouted, “Hmph! I’ll do as I please, not your concern! Are you going to bite me or something?!”

Hu Mo laughed disdainfully, savoring his earlier words, his face breaking into a lewd smile. The word “bite” was rather ambiguous, after all.

But the girl gave no response, not even a glance. Hu Mo felt a bit disappointed—he enjoyed banter, especially with pretty girls; teasing them was such a delightful amusement.

He sighed softly, reconnecting his mind with the Three Treasures. Suddenly, he “saw” a dense block of text, vibrant and stirring, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

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