Chapter 76: Men! They Also Have Those Days Every Month

“Look!”
Liang Si was panting heavily, almost out of breath, but in the blink of an eye, he changed direction, turning his back to Wen Jinge and facing the oncoming attackers head-on.
“Do you see now?”
There had been countless times when Lu Wei realized Wen Jinge was always able to notice things that never even crossed his own mind.
At first, he thought it was just the difference between men’s and women’s ways of thinking, but after testing it with Wang Xi a few times, he only discovered that girl was simply scatterbrained and prone to madness—no wonder she was Wen Jinge’s disciple.
“What is it?”
“Look again!” Wen Jinge was already wearing a smile of “just as I expected.”
“Those people…”
“They’re enemies,” Wen Jinge replied.
The ones who ran out were all heading in the direction Liang Si had last looked at. Which meant, “Whoever’s here can’t be the mastermind—I’d never make an enemy of a fool.”
Lu Wei realized he’d been subtly insulted again: he hadn’t understood, neither by sight nor by ear, and it irked him.
“If I were the mastermind behind this, the attack wouldn’t just come from the front. That’s far too obvious.”
“Then why not search all four directions?”
“…Good idea!” Wen Jinge thumped her clenched left fist into her open right palm, then pulled out an ancient jade.
“What now?” Lu Wei teased, “Now you’re not an old crank? Planning to divine the outcome?”
“No.” Wen Jinge waved her index finger, “I’m calculating something else.”
“What’s that?”
“The heavens!” Wen Jinge pointed outside the window.
Lu Wei immediately jumped further away from her. This time, he understood—Wen Jinge liked to provoke trouble for no reason, so another lightning tribulation must be on the way.
He was a demon, after all, despised by the order of heaven—wasn’t it better to keep his distance from Wen Jinge?
“Again?”
“It’s not me stirring up trouble.”
On the field, Wang Xi’s figure had vanished completely. No one knew where she’d gone.
But it couldn’t be death, since the bracelet with an effect similar to the Longevity Talisman had been left behind and was now clenched in Wen Jinge’s hand.
At present, the one emitting a faint glow was Liang Si. The light was dim, like an overused bulb—flickering, barely visible.
“It’s my disciple…”
“You know again?”
“What do you mean again?” Wen Jinge scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. “Brother, if you’d studied more, you’d know that showing off gets you struck by lightning!”

“Showing off? How exactly?”
“Like the one down there—probably just like you were back in the day, a glaring target. Who else would they shoot at if not you?”
Wen Jinge dragged over the standing bronze dressing mirror, and the reflected light just happened to shine onto the building opposite. She opened the window. “I hope my efforts weren’t wasted. Look at that one standing below—does this count as setting the scene?”
“What efforts? Are you killing two birds with one stone again? Next time, could you give me a heads up? I’d like a moment to think.”
Wen Jinge might seem languid, but when she was serious, she possessed a certain charm—though not everyone could handle it.
“…”
At a moment like this, shouldn’t Lu Wei cooperate with her?
Why did this demon seem to grow more clueless the longer she kept him around?
Wen Jinge was speechless—and that silence eventually spread outwards, for the bronze mirror’s reflected glare drew many people’s attention in their direction.
Yet she remained unhurried, slowly removing the string of beads from her wrist.
But with so many beads and her slow movements, the scene looked more like a nouveau-riche showing off her wealth.
Who in their right mind would wear so many gemstone bracelets, on both hands, until they could wear no more?
“It’s not that you don’t want to—” Lu Wei gestured skyward.
Wasn’t Wen Jinge trying to keep her identity hidden?
Was she about to provoke lightning again?
A girl’s heart was like the weather—rain could fall at any moment. Lu Wei couldn’t predict her at all. He remembered the time in the illusion when she shot down the heavens with a single arrow, and reminded her, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll overdo it?”
“Just because no one will save you doesn’t mean my disciple can’t be saved!” Wen Jinge stuck out her tongue mischievously. “Besides, he entered the sect together with the chief disciple of the Red Mountain Sect. At the very least, he’ll have to suppress his advancement for two years.”
An advancement that comes naturally and one that’s forcibly restrained are two completely different matters.
This is a natural opportunity—far more valuable than anything the demon clan could offer. I trust Ah Cai will appreciate it.”
“Ah… Ah Cai…”
That’s right, Wen Jinge had an odd habit of carrying a coffin everywhere, always saying “where the coffin goes, I go.”
She just liked to bully him for his slow, old-fashioned mind, unable to keep up with the times…
No, now she wasn’t bullying him anymore—it was someone else…
At this thought, a silly grin spread across his face, then—
Slap
The room was quiet. After Yang Wennan finished tending to things, he’d taken over the tea-making Wen Jinge had started earlier. He looked at the red mark on his master’s face in surprise. “Master, the tea isn’t ready yet. No need to slap yourself.”
“I…” Lu Wei looked at Yang Wennan in defeat, his eyes unexpectedly moved. “Wennan!”
Yang Wennan shuddered, goosebumps rising—the suddenly gentle master was even more frightening than his usual harsh self.

“You, you were saying—”
“Whatever you do, never turn out like those people outside.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Me!” Lu Wei jabbed a finger at himself, exasperated as if drunk. “Once the mighty White Deer God of War, later a demon with a thousand lives on my back, and now you bratty kids have turned my brain to mush!”
Yang Wennan looked uncertainly at his master, and as his master flicked his sleeve lightly, the elder master leapt from the window. “You want to save him? Then I’ll make sure you save the unsalvageable!”
Wen Jinge: …
“Master, elder master…”
“Isn’t he looking more and more like Senior Brother Qiao did when he first joined?” Wen Jinge’s gaze followed his retreating figure appraisingly. At that moment, an arrow shot from the opposite building, its target clearly Wen Jinge.
“I remember Si Si taught you all how to disguise yourselves. Leave here, as far as you can.”
“Ah? Oh, alright, yes.”
Wen Jinge jumped from the window and entered the fray, though her manner of joining was unlike anyone else’s.
“Tired?” She approached Liang Si, pulled out a coffin, and then some fruit, arranging them in a circle. “Hungry?”
Lu Wei—or rather, Qiao Yu—was now protecting his senior brother.
“Master…”
“Useless!” Lu Wei seized back control of his body, twisting to dodge a knife thrust, but couldn’t avoid the oncoming red-tasseled spear. “Would your master ever run away?”
“N-no!”
“Keep practicing!”
“Y-yes, alright.”
“Master… is elder master in a bad mood?” Liang Si calmly dressed his wounds, as if none of this concerned him, utterly unhurried despite the danger.
“He’s a man! Everyone has their days now and then.”
The sun overhead was weak, the wind had picked up—a storm was coming.
And with rain, there would be thunder.
Liang Si didn’t reply. He closed his eyes, feeling the torrents of energy within him threatening to spill over.
“Ah Cai! Are you hungry?” Wen Jinge deftly knocked away another arrow, her eyes full of hope. “Don’t resist. As long as your master lives, advance if you can.”
Those pale violet eyes swept toward Wen Jinge. “Thank you, Master.”
“How—” Wen Jinge looked at him in disbelief, “You carry demon energy too?”