Chapter 1132: Chapter 83: A Taste of Hometown Shock

If Yagyu Junko calmed down and analyzed thoroughly, she would have found something amiss.

Just by the towering figures of Wang Yunxiao and Han Bin, they would stand out like a crane among chickens in a crowd of Fusang People.

Moreover, their previous conversation didn’t reveal any traits characteristic of Fusang People.

This was a script Yan Yu’an came up with on the spur of the moment, and he hadn’t even gone over the lines with them.

Wang Yunxiao only realized he was Aoki-kun just a second earlier.

But the intelligence and awareness of ordinary people are limited. If Yagyu Junko were truly a woman who was agile-minded and adaptable, why bother managing a dojo instead of engaging in other business pursuits?

Some people may appear shrewd on the surface, but that’s only because they have always lived within their comfort zones, fully understanding all the rules of the game, thus thriving effortlessly in their small circles.

It’s like the dealers in the casino, their shuffling and dealing skills are certainly technical, capable of earning thousands overnight for the boss, happily taking their cut. But if you let them leave the casino, could they quickly learn a new way to make a living?

At this moment, Yagyu Junko’s mind was completely blank.

She knew Wang Yunxiao was formidable. Earlier, Sakura, who sparred with this man, was already one of the most skilled in the dojo, capable of guiding guests and controlling the pace of the sparring.

But in front of Wang Yunxiao, Sakura was utterly defenseless.

Though she wasn’t physically harmed, her spirit was nearly shattered when she returned, crouching in the corner, shivering and unable to speak.

There’s a saying that the more you know, the more you fear.

Only swordsmen like Sakura, who have crossed the threshold, can feel the terrifying life-level disparity from Wang Yunxiao.

Yagyu Junko originally thought she could barely stand her ground with the family heirloom sword, at least without being humiliated.

But when Wang Yunxiao rose to his feet, she immediately realized her naivety and foolishness.

The legendary killer ghost was nothing more.

Just the killing intent transmitted in that instant of eye contact froze her in an ice pit, causing her limbs to stiffen.

She seemed to smell the stench of blood from the slaughter blade.

She couldn’t draw her sword.

She would die.

Wang Yunxiao casually strolled over, pressing one hand on the blade guard, tightly securing the katana in its sheath, while his other hand embraced Yagyu Junko’s slender waist, effortlessly lifting her onto his shoulder, laughing heartily as he returned to his seat.

So fragrant.

Literally fragrant, as she was the owner of such a commercial venue, not only adorned with sachets but also applied with aromatic ointments, which exuded a strong aroma easily triggering romantic fantasies.

On the surface, she appeared innocent and simple, noble and cold, yet she was burning inside.

Moreover, she had quite the figure, roughly estimated at 165 cm height and weighing at least 120 pounds, with all the right places well-developed, and due to regular exercise, her muscles were well-toned. Not the soft touch of a young girl, but rather firm and springy.

“Bastard! Let go of me!”

Yagyu Junko symbolically struggled a bit, her voice slightly trembling.

As they witnessed the mistress being captured, the girls present immediately screamed in terror.

“Miss Yagyu, tell your people to quiet down.”

Yan Yu’an said coldly, “There’s an old Ming Country saying: ‘Those who recognize the current situation are true heroes.’ As long as you cooperate, we won’t trouble a weak woman like you, right, Aoki-kun?”

“Hai!”

Wang Yunxiao, holding Yagyu Junko in his arms, laughed cooperatively, “Miss Yagyu, a samurai who can’t draw their sword is no different from a useless person. Your place isn’t a proper dojo anyway, and I could easily crush those young girls with a flick; surely you wouldn’t want to see such a bloody scene, right?”

“Stop! Everyone, get out now!”

Yagyu Junko struggled inwardly for a few seconds before gritting her teeth and shouting.

At this moment, she was at the mercy of others, unable to afford any hesitation.

Yet she hesitated for a moment.

If it had been a fierce, ugly monster with a foul stench and a vile smile, she would surely have struggled desperately.

But the young man behind her wasn’t that frightening, even handsome, with sturdy arms, and his thighs…

If indeed he were to lay a hand on her, it might not be clear who’d take the upper hand.

But now was certainly not the time to think about such things.

“What do you want from me?”

“It’s not about what we want, but what you want.”

Yan Yu’an replied coldly, “Those people came to find you, right? I guess what they want isn’t just the Hook Jade your Yagyu Family keeps, is it?”

Yagyu Junko was silent for a moment, then nodded, “They did come to see me, but their paths do not align with mine. The Yagyu Family wouldn’t conspire with those rangers.”

“You’re lying!”

Yan Yu’an stared into her eyes, his tone growing increasingly sinister.

“It seems you haven’t grasped the situation yet, Miss Yagyu.”

Han Bin shouted angrily, “Baka! Do you think you can belittle us?”

Is it my turn for lines again?

Wang Yunxiao looked at these two who were already fully immersed in the act, feeling somewhat helpless.

I’m not that kind of person, yet you insist on having me, a fine young man, join you in bullying a weak woman?

“It seems Miss Yagyu indeed knows nothing.”

Wang Yunxiao coughed, solemnly saying, “I wonder if she has children.”

“Yes.”

Yan Yu’an nodded, watching Yagyu Junko’s slight facial changes, “Though she claims to be single, she does have a daughter… But she’s still young.”

“Isn’t it just right if they’re younger?”

“Enough!”

Yagyu Junko screamed, “What do you want to know? I’ll tell you everything!”

Yan Yu’an ignored her and continued speaking to Wang Yunxiao: “Her daughter is right in the dojo, hmm… We saw her earlier, the smallest in the dojo who can’t even hold a bamboo sword.”

Wang Yunxiao recalled carefully: “Are you talking about that guy? How about making sashimi out of her?”

“It’s Onodera!”

Yagyu Junko quickly confessed, “Last Friday, Onodera came to my mother, wanting to borrow a batch of disciples from the dojo to complete some plan of his. My mother refused, but he was relentless, so she told him to find Umi Bozu. I’m telling the truth! What else do you want to know?”

Yan Yu’an laughed, “Is it the plan to resurrect Yamata Orochi?”

Yagyu Junko turned pale and speechless.

“The female disciples trained by the Liusheng Dojo are more skilled in bed than with a sword, what can they achieve? Actually, he wants a large number of young women as offerings to summon Orochi. But the requirements for offerings are extremely strict; the women over at Umi Bozu are of mixed quality, far inferior to your selected disciples here. Hence, he certainly won’t give up on you.”

“Well said!”

Before Yagyu Junko could speak, a strange man’s voice suddenly came from outside the door.

“Hattori kid, where did you crawl out from? Do you also want a piece of the pie?”