Chapter 1150: Chapter 101: We’re All Struggling to Live

“Master?”

Inside the room, Huang Anshi’s face changed dramatically as he jumped up, frightening the remaining two disciples to do the same.

“Your senior brother’s aura has also disappeared.”

“Ah?”

Abao finally felt scared, “But we didn’t hear anything outside at all?”

“This indicates that the demon lurking in the dojo is highly skilled and very powerful. A Fu and A Xiang didn’t stand a chance against it.”

A sharp glint appeared in Huang Anshi’s eyes, “With such a terrifying demon, if someone in the dojo claims ignorance, I absolutely don’t believe it. Now it seems, they didn’t want us to catch the demon, but rather treat us as sacrifices to feed it!”

“What should we do now, Master? Should we escape?”

Abao hesitated a moment, tentatively asking, “How about reporting to the authorities? Didn’t the owner say…”

“Can you still believe that woman at this time?”

Huang Anshi raised his hand, “Don’t panic just yet. A Fu and A Xiang can still be saved. Grab your magic artifacts; let’s go out and see if we can find a way to rescue them, then we’ll think things over.”

Abao walked to the door, cautiously opened it a crack and peeked, only to quickly shut it again.

“This is bad, Master! Those women are standing at the door with knives!”

Huang Anshi gasped for air, thinking how unfortunate it was. I’ve roamed the Jianghu World for half a life… not even half a life, but that’s not important. Is this where I, Huang, am doomed in such a brothel?

How could I face my ancestors after death?

The Nanyun sisters looked at Li Mumu, whose attitude had suddenly become serious, wanting to persuade her, but didn’t know how to start.

These two guests really are… hard to describe.

Cross-dressing to play around is one thing; after all, being of the same gender, there’s no need to be overly cautious, plus the boss had instructed them to cater to these esteemed guests with all their hearts.

Frankly speaking, the Nanyun sisters have enjoyed entertaining the guests for the last couple of days, and even felt a bit infatuated. If these guests reciprocated, they wouldn’t mind going home with them.

This was actually the true business of the Liusheng Dojo.

Very few guests stayed overnight. Typically, after eating and drinking to build relationships, they’d take the guests home, similar to the old Yangzhou Lean Horses practice.

The Lean Horses entertained through arts like music and chess, while the dojo taught Sword Dao and tea ceremonies, focusing on different skills. The advantage of the Liusheng Dojo was that its prices were not high compared to the Lean Horses and offered after-sales services.

Art skills like music and chess depend on youthful charm, but mastery of Sword Dao and tea becomes more appreciated with age.

Even when old and past their prime, they could still guard the home.

But these two guests? They didn’t seem interested in romance, only in experiencing life.

Sleeping in the same bed was one thing, but in the morning they dressed in the sisters’ training clothes and used their bamboo swords for sparring.

If they were men, they’d undoubtedly be considered perverse.

Currently, the Nanyun sisters could only lament internally—were these seniors trained at another dojo? Their swordsmanship skills were already remarkable enough to impress the dojo’s disciples.

If it had just been that, it would have been tolerable. Being guests, a bit of eccentricity can be expected, as everyone in this line of work learns to tolerate and accommodate.

After all, guests paid generously.

However, when Li Mumu grabbed a real sword and started speaking in earnest Japanese, Nanyun Qianye finally couldn’t hold back.

What exactly are you doing?

“I sensed an evil presence; my treasured sword is already aching for battle.”

Li Mumu caressed the edge of the katana, eyes vacant, muttering to herself.

“Hehehe, how utterly evil! My dear friend, since you have detected the presence of the Evil Ghost, why hesitate? Is your blade dull, or has your heart softened? If you have lost the resolve to strike down evil, then let me do it for you!”

Shen Qingxi fanned the flames passionately by her side.

What are you all talking about? Why is it Japanese, and why do I not understand? Wait, why must we speak in Japanese?

Nanyun Qianye felt herself on the verge of becoming a comedic commentator.

Li Mumu cast a cold glance at Shen Qingxi, stood, and pushed the door open.

“Young Master Mu, you…”

“Don’t call me Young Master Mu, Chiba-chan. I’m now the Inner Chamber Disciple of the Liusheng Dojo, Kami Kikusha!”

“Kami what?”

Shen Qingxi: “???”

Li Mumu dragged her sword forward. At this moment, Huang Anshi also gripped a Peach Wood Sword and opened the door. Their eyes met, each with their own thoughts.

“Demon Daoist!”

Initially hesitating upon seeing Li Mumu, Huang Anshi was stunned, then furious.

How dare they bully me like this!

Do they really think I am powerless against these demonesses? I’ve tolerated them only because of the free meals!

“Demoness! Return my disciples!”

Li Mumu drew her sword and slashed, forcing Huang Anshi into a hasty defense.

The two clashed violently in the narrow corridor.

Yagyu Junko couldn’t sit still.

This was her home; she cherished everything, no matter what container might get damaged.

But at this precise moment, the card game on the table reached a critical point.

Wang Yunxiao needed a three-six circle, Yan Yu’an a ten thousand, and Han Bin needed a fortune card.

She held all four tiles in her hand.

The three of them remained silent, their attention seemingly fixed on their mahjong tiles.

“Everyone, it’s a bit noisy outside. I’m going out to handle it.”

Yan Yu’an shook his head, “No rush, let’s finish this round first.”

Yagyu Junko’s eye twitched slightly.

As she was about to play a ten thousand, the other two looked over silently.

The meaning was clear: why help him ruin our game?

Then came a sudden swoosh as a bright blade pierced through the door.

Wang Yunxiao slightly tilted his head, avoiding the sword tip narrowly missing his face.

From outside, they heard Li Mumu apologetically say in Japanese, “Gomen nasai, it slipped!”

Wang Yunxiao looked up, seeing Yan Yu’an and Han Bin’s eyes sharply focused on him.

Yan Yu’an said earnestly, “Master Yagyu, your girls really lack decorum! How could they play around with real swords in the corridor?”

“Exactly!”

Han Bin nodded vigorously, “Thankfully Aoki-kun has a good temper; if it were me, I couldn’t bear it. Right, Aoki-kun?”

Yagyu Junko looked around, piecing together yesterday’s events and slowly putting the picture together. She nonchalantly played a three-circle, smiling, “My apologies, it’s my girls lack discipline. Aoki-kun, I’ll have that girl personally apologize to you.”

Wang Yunxiao laid down his mahjong tiles, emotionless, “Won the hand, I’m off to the restroom.”