Chapter 8: Unexpected Encounter with the Scarlet Fairy — Taoist Nun, You Truly Delight Me ( Part 1 )
He’d wait until they were grown!
As dusk fell, the two reached a small town. By Huang Rong’s estimate, they were two days from Zhongnan Mountain.
Wang Xuan, though eager to become a dragon rider, didn’t intend to travel at night.
Evenings were for cultivation.
Compared to before, Huang Rong had become increasingly cooperative.
Wang Xuan was pleased.
“Madam, I’ve heard your father has a masterpiece called ‘Blue Sea Tidal Song.’ Do you, madam, also play the flute?”
Hearing this, Huang Rong paused.
She didn’t quite get his meaning.
“Come, put your hair up. I’ll teach you.”
The next day, Wang Xuan came downstairs fully content, with Huang Rong in tow—only to stop in his tracks.
At the inn entrance stood a mature Daoist nun.
Though travel-worn, she couldn’t hide her stunning beauty.
Her Daoist robe was loose, but Wang Xuan could tell with one glance the curves hidden underneath.
He couldn’t help but sigh:
“What a rarity—to encounter such a stunning beauty in this remote town!”
“What a surprise! To encounter such a stunning beauty in this remote little town!”
Wang Xuan didn’t bother to lower his voice, praising openly with sincerity.
He didn’t seem the least bit worried about the beautiful Daoist nun overhearing.
Sure enough, standing at the doorway, Li Mochou turned around with a look of anger the moment she heard this, staring at Wang Xuan.
Then she raised an eyebrow.
Her anger instantly dissipated more than half!
What was this feeling?
Ever since leaving the Ancient Tomb, any man who dared to stare at her either lost his eyes or his life.
So ruthless was her temperament that the martial world came to fear her name.
In less than half a year, Li Mochou was dubbed the “Scarlet Fairy” by the martial world.
Beautiful, yes—but with a venomous heart.
That was why Li Mochou sneered in fury.
Even now, someone dares to call me by that nickname? Must have a death wish!
Or perhaps men were simply the kind of creatures who believed in “to die under a peony is a romantic death”1?
Li Mochou found the world outside the tomb slightly absurd.
But for some reason, when facing Wang Xuan—especially after being praised so directly—she couldn’t seem to get truly angry.
Sure, the man was tall and graceful, but since when did good looks ever move her?
“They say Jiang Feng and his son Jiang Yulang were famed as handsome men in the martial world. Seeing you today, the rumors seem true.”
Hearing this, Wang Xuan frowned slightly.
Did she mistake me for someone else?
He had deliberately made that bold comment to probe her reaction—but it hadn’t worked.
“Sorry, you’ve mistaken me. Also, don’t compare me to that Jiang Feng—he’s not even worthy.”
Wang Xuan made no effort to hide his disdain.
Li Mochou was visibly surprised.
Then she noticed Huang Rong standing behind him—especially the Green Jade Staff in her hand—and her surprise deepened.
She quickly asked, “You… are you Chief Huang, Huang Rong?”
Clearly, Li Mochou was shocked to see Huang Rong here, especially accompanied by a young man.
There’s something fishy going on here!
Huang Rong didn’t recognize Li Mochou.
According to martial world customs, names should be declared.
But having come from the secluded Ancient Tomb, Li Mochou evidently didn’t understand such conventions.
“Could you be… Li Mochou?”
Huang Rong guessed her identity.
She had heard Beggar Sect disciples mention the name Scarlet Fairy.
A young, stunning woman in Daoist robes wasn’t a common sight.
Li Mochou nodded and glanced at Huang Rong, then at Wang Xuan, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Clearly, she wanted to know their relationship.
“Isn’t Madam Guo supposed to be in Xiangyang helping Hero Guo defend the city? What brings you here?”
The sudden shift in address and tone revealed her probing intent.
Huang Rong was about to explain when Wang Xuan coldly interrupted:
“What business is it of yours? Shouldn’t you be cultivating in your temple instead of wandering about?”
Li Mochou’s chest heaved with rage—an impressive sight!
No one who had dared speak to her like that was still alive.
Yet to Wang Xuan’s surprise, Li Mochou didn’t attack.
She simply shot him a fierce glare and turned to leave.
Since when did this woman become so mild? Did the sun rise from the west today?
Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
He wasn’t about to let Li Mochou walk away.
You don’t let a duck that’s already at your mouth fly away!
Hearing this, Li Mochou halted and turned to look at Wang Xuan in confusion.
After reading her memories, Wang Xuan understood the situation.
Li Mochou was injured!
No wonder she looked so travel-worn.
Given her level—barely at the innate stage and far from a grandmaster—killing recklessly was bound to get her into trouble.
And this time, she had terrible luck.
She had run into the Western Venom, Ouyang Feng!
After practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, Ouyang Feng’s power had skyrocketed!
Were it not for his madness, Li Mochou would already be dead!
“What did you do to me?”
Li Mochou instinctively stepped back.
She didn’t know what happened, but she felt utterly exposed before Wang Xuan.
And her instincts screamed that this man was even more dangerous than the mad Ouyang Feng!
“Do you want to kill Ouyang Feng?”
Wang Xuan offered a temptation Li Mochou couldn’t refuse.
Huang Rong, upon hearing the name, widened her eyes.
She was all too familiar with it.