Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)

Chapter 45: The girl who was kabedon’d again

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Five minutes after leaving Medicine Master’s residence, Song Shuhang arrived at the interlaced small alleys of Auspicious Street Area.

Then, he blinked a few times, looking at the familiar yet strange scene before him.

A dozen or so meters in front of him, there gathered eleven delinquents. They had multi-colored hair, rows of earrings, nose rings, lip rings, and all sorts of weird tattoos on their arms.

For example, the one with tall physique, hand up against the wall smiling evilly, had a cute yellow duck tattoo on his arm.

A short-haired maiden was backed up against the wall by the yellow duck delinquent. Approximately one meter fifty, short-haired, she was good-looking even without make-up. Due to her small physique, she looked like a high school student.

Cute and pretty.

At this moment, the short-haired girl leaned against the wall expressionless, her eyes filled with frost.

“Beauty, aren’t you lonely being here by yourself?”

“Wanna play with us big brothers?”

“It’s for free, all kinds of fun.”

“It’ll feel good, y’know.”

“Us big brothers will play with you.”

“There’s a good store to the side, it ain’t far, and I promise that you’ll want to play more and more.”

All sorts of teasing, and all sorts of taunts.

Not only was the scene familiar, even the words were peerlessly familiar! Nowadays, did the delinquents conspire to have similar lines for teasing a girl from a good family? Just like the legend in ancient times—when robbing someone, one must say, ‘this mountain I paved; this tree I planted. Anyone who wishes to cross, leave your riches on this course’?

Song Shuhang sighed, kneading his temples.

As a youth abiding by five virtues ¹ , seeing a scene like this, he couldn’t just not do anything. Although… the short-haired cute girl not only will not thank him, but might also call him a busybody.

However, he still decided to save this girl again; it would just be a slight effort on his part.

That was why Song Shuhang should’ve drowned in good friend cards a long time ago already.

Shuhang clenched his fists, and walked forward with large strides.

At this time, the short-haired girl noticed him.

When the girl with the indifferent expression saw Shuhang, she could finally no longer maintain the cool iceberg-like expression. Nowadays, there really are people that love to poke their nose in other people’s business.

“Annoying,” the short-haired girl muttered.

“Yo? Beauty, what did you just say? You’re agreeing to us big brothers?” Small yellow duck delinquent smiled evilly and maintained his hand’s position against the wall, extending his other hand towards the short-haired girls face.

The short-haired girl sneered, then she reached out her crossed arm as fast as lightning, grabbing the small yellow duck delinquent’s head and forcefully yanking his head towards her.

This move, does she want to kiss me? What a fiery, passionate chick! Small yellow duck delinquent felt elated, then puckered his lips and got mouthful of saliva, getting ready to savor the little beauty’s cold lips.

Then… there was no afterwards.

A low sonorous “thump.”

Small yellow duck delinquent felt extreme pain on his forehead, as if a hammer had just hit him. His sight went black, and he lost consciousness. Indistinctly, he could feel some liquid running from his nose. Was it caused by the trauma to the head?

The short-haired girl—cold as ever—knocked out the small yellow duck delinquent and threw the unconscious him like trash off to the side.

When she was not moving, she was like an ice mountain; when she did move, she was a matchless firestorm. Head-butting was an offensive maneuver that was seldom used when men fight, unless one had confidence in one’s head’s hardness. Otherwise, head-butting usually resulted in both sides suffering.

The girl looked provocatively at Song Shuhang, turning up the corners of her mouth.

“Yellow, oh shit, Yellow’s down! Don’t die, Yellow!”

“F*cking b*tch! You’ll pay for this!”

“Us brothers will make you understand what heavenly bliss is!” The ten delinquents yelled continuously, wearing malevolent looks, and surrounded the shorthaired girl.

The short-haired girl sneered, held her fists out in front, and took a short stride with her slender legs, forming a horse stance.

It was like flowing clouds and water, elegant yet dashing.

Amateurs watch for fun, experts watch for the technique. It was apparent just from the looks of the horse stance that the short-haired girl had solid basic skills, and came from a martial arts background.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang and the majority of the delinquents were bona fide amateurs. All they thought was that the girl’s movements were awesome.

“He!” the shorthaired girl’s fist was fast as lightning. Her body leaned forward slightly and her delicate fist shot up like fireworks onto the chin of a delinquent in the forefront.

The cute fist, normally, would hurt only for a little while even if it hit with full strength on someone’s chin. However, the delinquent who was struck flew up into the air along a beautiful parabolic streak, then landed heavily on the ground.

The delinquents’ eyes retracted, freezing in unison, their mouths agape. No way, how could such a cute girl throw such a scary punch?

They froze, but the short-haired girl did not. Her left leg pivoted, and with her right leg, a whip-like kick knocked the delinquent on the right side to the ground. She conveniently stepped on his body with her other foot.

With the power of this step, her waist twisted, and her legs clamped on the neck of another delinquent like pincers. Her body spun like a flexible snake, flinging the delinquent away…

How was she a delicate and pitiable maiden? She was practically a killing machine with every part of her body for a weapon that could unleash explosive attacks!

Even less humanitarian was that this killing machine was on god mode!

A little over ten seconds later, eleven delinquents bit the dust, lying painfully on the ground like corpses.

The short-haired girl patted off the nonexistent dust on her skin-tight trousers, then glanced at Song Shuhang, raised her head at a forty-five degree angle, and snorted.

Then, the short-haired girl turned around and arrogantly walked off like a proud cock.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin, nodding thoughtfully, “So was I really being a busybody? No wonder she got angry the last time.”

He murmured, “Speaking of which, seeing as she was backed up against the wall by delinquents two days in a row, could she possibly have a special talent or constitution for such a thing?”

In the distance, the short-haired girl who proudly left froze momentarily. The corners of her mouth twitched, and then she left in a hurry.

When the girl had gone far away, Song Shuhang squatted next to the delinquents, and poked at the small yellow duck delinquent with a finger.

Small yellow duck delinquent groaned in pain. Good, he’s still alive.

“As long as he’s not dead.” Song Shuhang nodded in relief, then left at ease…

He ultimately was not a good person to the core like a doormat. As long as the delinquents wouldn’t die, he was too lazy to call an ambulance for the likes of them.

Let them lie on the ground for a while to reflect and remember with their bodies—don’t approach and tease any beautiful girl the moment they see one!

Maybe the girl could go into god mode in a matter of seconds, right?

Besides, Song Shuhang did not have time to waste on these delinquents. He still needed to go back to the dorm, and wait for Great Master Profound Principle’s ‘documents-delivering flying sword technique.’

Documents-delivering flying sword technique, huh. It was a godly skill that appeared only in dreams. Now, it was actually about to appear in front of him… just what will it be like?

Moreover, what will the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯ and ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ look like? An unadorned stitch-bound book? A more ancient bamboo scroll? Perhaps a set of silk canvas or a beast skin scroll?

All those possibilities seemed marvelous.

The only problem was that his dorm mates might already be back. Wouldn’t the use of documents-delivering flying sword technique be bad? It would be hard to explain if they saw it, right?