Chapter 250
Chapter 250
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 250
>Chapter Title: Success
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Chapter 250: Success
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> Looking at Gouwa, who was clutching his own neck and turning red in the face from holding his breath, Lv Xiucai beside him was utterly baffled. Hadn't this kid said he was going to use his divine ability?
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> Why did he look like such a ghost? Could this be the divine ability he meant to use? Who couldn't do that?
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> “Ka~ Urp~!!” As Gouwa arched his back and retched violently, a short needle wrapped in white thread was finally spat out, dropping to the ground.
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> “Oh my god, I almost died right here.” Gouwa looked with lingering fear at the needle wrapped in white thread on the ground.
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> He'd just had a brain fart. He was supposed to inhale first and then blow it out, but instead he'd sucked the thing straight into his throat.
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> Suddenly remembering something, Gouwa sprang up from the ground and, in a panic, opened his mouth wide to Lv Xiucai. “Quick quick quick! Check my mouth—see if anything's wrong!”
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> “What? Nothing's wrong. But why's your throat so narrow? Feels like something's stuck on the side.”
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> Hearing this, Gouwa was scared out of his wits.
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> He jammed two fingers into his own throat and groped around frantically. Though he kept dry-heaving, once he'd checked, Gouwa found that aside from his throat being narrower, there was nothing else wrong.
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> “That's good, that's good. Lucky it got stuck in my throat. If it'd gone down, I'd probably end up like Senior Brother Li before.”
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> Gouwa knew he didn't have Senior Brother Li's ability to wrench things back by sheer force—he'd really turn into a monster.
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> Once he'd recovered, Gouwa heard light laughter from the riverbank. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he hurriedly bent down, wrapped the needle in his sleeve cuff, and picked it up from the grass.
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> Gouwa felt he'd lost face in front of the women—and that was way worse than his earlier blunder.
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> “This one doesn't count! Let's go again!” Gouwa stubbornly reloaded the white-threaded needle into the small tube.
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> Having tasted the bitterness once, Gouwa didn't dare be careless. He took a deep breath from far away, put his mouth to one end of the small tube, and blew hard at the grazing sheep.
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> “Whoosh~!” The long needle shot instantly from the small tube, embedding itself at the base of the black sheep horn.
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> Immediately, everyone present saw the sheep horn on its head slide rapidly along the wool straight down to its chin.
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> Hearing the gasps and screams, Gouwa felt immense satisfaction and nearly burst out laughing.
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> But at that moment, he forced a look of utter disdain on his face. “See? I told you I have divine powers. Without them, who could pull this off?”
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> With that, Gouwa pulled out another needle and blew it at the sheep's body again. This time it hit the front hoof; the white sheep's leg buckled, and it tumbled to the ground.
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> “Hey! This thing really works! Next time I run into bandits, I'll use it on them! But remember—always take a full breath from far away before blowing.”
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> As Gouwa smugly admired his handiwork, a pear-faced woman from the group washing clothes by the river sidled over. With seven parts curiosity in her eyes, she eyed the small tube in Gouwa's hand. “What's this? Master?”
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> “Heh heh heh~” Hearing himself called a master, Gouwa grinned so wide his mouth nearly reached his ears.
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> “This is the ritual tool I use for my divine powers! You can look, but don't touch—ordinary folk can't handle it!”
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> The topic got them really chatting. Lv Xiucai watched from the side, burning with envy.
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> But all he could do was watch; after all, he didn't have one of those either.
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> Time flew by, and the women's clothes were soon washed.
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> At this point, Gouwa chuckled endlessly at the white stone in his hand. It was what that woman had given him; she said she'd picked it up by the roadside.
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> The stone was plain at best—roundish and whitish—but the item itself didn't matter. What counted was the sentiment it represented.
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> Now, the flower that had been tucked behind Gouwa's ear was gone too, given to that woman.
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> “Heh heh~! Xiucai, I'm gonna get married!” Gouwa sniffed the stone and carefully tucked it into his bosom, face blooming like spring.
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> Lv Xiucai beside him wore a sullen pout, seething with resentment. Gouwa looked like this, face splotched yellow and white—why him?
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> “No, a flower is too cheap. Gotta give something pricier. I'm off to Bai Shimei's to get some silver on credit!” Gouwa said, bustling off excitedly.
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> “Hey, Gouwa, hold up!” Lv Xiucai called him back.
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> “What? Wanna borrow it? No chance! You know I risked my life for this thing!” Gouwa walked possessively to the freak sheep and carefully pulled the needles from its body, pocketing them.
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> “Who wants your junk? Wouldn't take it if you gave it away. It's just—before we left, my dad asked me to ask you something.”
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> Hearing Lv Xiucai, Gouwa—who'd been about to leg it—turned back in surprise. Lv Zhuangyuan had never asked him anything before.
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> “Uh, how's the little Daoist's complexion today?”
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> “How's Senior Brother Li's complexion? Can't you check yourself? It's not far.” Gouwa tried to leave but Lv Xiucai blocked him.
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> “Hey hey hey, for the sake of no woman giving me the time of day, Gouwa, help me out this once. I really don't dare go.”
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> “What? What'd you call me?” Gouwa glared at him, brows furrowed.
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> “Caocao, Big Bro Cao! I beg you—you're about to get hitched; be a big man about it.”
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> Seeing Lv Xiucai's aggrieved look, Gouwa smirked with a hint of smugness. “What're you scared of? Senior Brother Li gonna eat you? Come on, I'll go with you to check it out.”
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> The riverbank wasn't far from the tents. Soon enough, they huddled by one tent and spotted Li Huowang in the distance.
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> “Is the little Daoist sharpening his knives?” Lv Xiucai asked cautiously, peeking over the tent.
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> “Nah, those are his torture tools. Probably thinks they've dulled from use, so he's sharpening 'em up.”
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> “But I still can't make out his complexion. Cao Bro, can you get closer and check?”
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> “Hey! Why me? It's your business—go yourself!”
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> “But why does your dad care about Senior Brother Li's complexion? He wanna talk business with him or something?”
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> “Dunno. Dad's just been real worried lately.”
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> Just then, they suddenly saw Li Huowang in the distance staring straight at them.
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> Gouwa shoved Lv Xiucai hard in the back, thrusting him out from behind the tent. Then he stepped out himself and flashed Li Huowang a huge grin.
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> Immediately, Gouwa saw Senior Brother Li pack up all the torture tools, hang them on the cowhide pouch at his waist, and head toward the two lonely tents in the distance.
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> “Huh? Senior Brother Li's not going to Black Tai Sui's tent—he's heading to the other one.”
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> “Gouwa, what's in that tent?” Lv Xiucai squinted into the distance.
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> Gouwa shot him a disdainful glance. “What's it to you? Just go tell your dad Senior Brother Li's been in a foul mood these past few days. Whatever he wants to discuss, put it off a bit.”
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> (End of chapter)