A Street Wanderer in the Cultivation World - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I met Song Yanyue.

She was beautiful.

Almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf brows-her entire being radiated a gentle warmth.

I frowned, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

[Yanyue! It’s Yanyue! The angelic heroine!]

[The heroine’s character setting is just too perfect. Kind, gentle, and with a completely non-threatening face. It’s hard to imagine how an ordinary human could survive in the cultivation world.]

[Sigh, the supporting female character really is vicious.]

“Xiao Xue.”

Song Yanyue was planting vegetables. She lifted her eyes, curving them into crescents as she called to me happily.

I took a step back.

My legs had gone stiff because my brain had crashed.

What did she just call me?

Song Yanyue walked up to me and took my hands, looking me over from left to right.

“You’re too thin.”

She shook her head and stroked my head with pity.

“I wanted to see you so many times before, but Eldest Senior Brother never allowed it. Now that I’ve finally met you-ah! How has he been taking care of you? Look at these skinny arms and legs.”

She seemed genuinely happy.

Her almond-shaped eyes were clear to the bottom.

“It’s all right. You have your senior sister now. I’ll make you something delicious.”

My scalp went numb.

Holy crap.

I finally remembered what this feeling was.

Mom vibes.

That’s right. Song Yanyue radiated maternal glory from head to toe.

I silently recited the incantation, stepped onto the Fuxue Sword, and fled without looking back.

Song Yanyue waved anxiously. “Xiao Xue, be careful! Don’t wobble left and right. Look straight ahead!”

My foot slipped, and I flew even faster.

[Supporting female character?]

[Sup-port-ing-fe-male-]

[Where did she go?]

[What the heck? Why did the supporting female character run away?]

[Wait, am I the only one who thinks the heroine sounds like she’s nagging a child? This is such a bizarre scene.]

[Not just you…]

Bizarre? It was downright terrifying.

Lu Fuguang was crouching alone at the foot of the mountain.

Preparing to launch an ambush.

This had been our original plan.

I would still bring Song Yanyue down the mountain, but this time it would be even simpler and more direct: Lu Fuguang would pretend to kidnap her and send Song Yanyue straight back to the mortal world.

I knew Lu Fuguang liked Song Yanyue, so his talk of “leaving her to fend for herself” was impossible. He would probably settle Song Yanyue somewhere safe.

And I pretended I didn’t know he liked Song Yanyue and agreed.

That day, Lu Fuguang crouched there from daylight until nightfall.

Then from nightfall until daylight.

With an empty, floating look in his head, he staggered back to the sect and saw me sitting beside Song Yanyue, who had prepared an entire table of dishes.

Lu Fuguang slowly blinked twice.

He thought he must have seen wrong.

Then he shook his head again.

In that moment, countless emotions flashed through his eyes.

“Hi.”

I greeted him.

“Want to eat? Sit down and join us?”