No One Touches What Is Mine
1490 Words
After a full week of recovering in bed, Mu Yunfeng finally regained enough strength to move around on his own.
During those seven days, the woman named Lin Wanqiu had come to his room almost every night to suppress the poison in his body, never leaving until dawn began to lighten the sky.
Lying there while she treated him night after night, Mu Yunfeng could not help feeling a little grateful.
After all, not only did he get to sleep in a proper bed here, he was even fed three full meals a day.
To him, that was luxury beyond imagination.
After a week of this, he had even begun to think that staying here might not be such a bad life after all.
“Has Young Master Mu risen?”
He had only just gotten out of bed when a voice called from outside the door.
“What is it?”
“The Sect Master has summoned you to the main hall.”
Calling for him the moment he could walk again?
What now?
Puzzled, Mu Yunfeng followed the maid down the corridor toward the grand hall.
As they turned a corner, he collided with someone head-on.
“What blind dog dares run into me?!”
Before Mu Yunfeng could even see the man’s face, he was kicked violently to the ground.
The maid hurriedly stepped forward.
“Elder Li Xiu, please calm yourself. Young Master Mu is the Sect Master’s servant. She is calling for him now.”
Rubbing his aching backside, Mu Yunfeng finally got a clear look at the man.
Li Xiu appeared refined at first glance—a long-haired man with the bearing of a scholar.
Unfortunately, his expression and behavior had nothing to do with refinement.
Li Xiu looked down at him.
“The Sect Master’s servant?”
“Then he should know his place even more.”
He raised his foot and began kicking Mu Yunfeng repeatedly.
By instinct, Mu Yunfeng curled up and covered his head with both arms.
After years of fleeing famine and surviving on the streets, being bullied was nothing new to him. He was used to it.
“Elder Li, the Sect Master is waiting. Please show mercy,” the maid said softly from the side.
Li Xiu vented his anger with two more kicks before snorting coldly.
“This kind of trash should be fed to my snake pit.”
With a sweep of his sleeve, he strode away.
Only after he was gone did the maid breathe in relief.
“Are you alright, Young Master?”
She moved to help him up, only to find Mu Yunfeng already rising on his own, expressionless, dusting off his clothes.
“I’m fine.” He glanced after Li Xiu casually. “Who was that?”
“Elder Li Xiu. One of the elders of the Thousand Poison Sect.”
“I see.” Mu Yunfeng watched the man’s retreating back, then suddenly asked, “Why does he smell so bad?”
“Huh?” The maid froze.
Seeing her confusion, Mu Yunfeng pointed at himself and explained,
“His body odor. I noticed the moment I bumped into him.”
“How long has it been since he bathed?”
“The Thousand Poison Sect isn’t famous because of him, is it?”
The maid was speechless.
In the end, she could only say, “I am merely a servant. I wouldn’t know.”
Mu Yunfeng shrugged lightly and said no more.
Soon, they arrived at the main hall.
At the center of the grand chamber, Lin Wanqiu reclined lazily upon a cushioned couch.
A violet veil covered her face, and she wore a gauzy purple dress that draped over her body like mist.
She felt completely different from the woman he had first met.
If before she had been like a snow lotus atop a mountain—difficult but perhaps possible to reach—then now she was a beautiful serpent who tempted men into willing ruin.
Mu Yunfeng’s eyes widened immediately.
He had no intention of wasting such a magnificent view.
“How bold! To stare directly at the Sect Master! Shall I gouge out your eyes?” a sharp voice barked from the side.
Mu Yunfeng turned his head and only then noticed two women standing on either side of the hall.
One was Qingzhu, the martial-clad woman he had seen before.
Beside her stood another woman who looked perpetually half-asleep, her hair disheveled as though she had just been dragged out of bed.
Lin Wanqiu’s gaze drifted downward, noticing the wrinkles in Mu Yunfeng’s clothes and the bruises on his arms.
“What happened to you?”
Before he could answer, the maid quickly bowed.
“Sect Master, forgive me. It was Elder Li Xiu. I could not stop him.”
Lin Wanqiu’s eyes swept over Mu Yunfeng’s injuries.
“Bring Li Xiu here.”
Not long after, Li Xiu entered the hall.
“You summoned me, Sect Master?” he asked with a smile.
Lin Wanqiu pointed toward Mu Yunfeng, whom he had completely ignored.
“Did you do this to him?”
Li Xiu glanced sideways and answered openly.
“Yes. A mere servant dared bump into me. Such nerve from a dog—”
“My person is yours to touch?”
Before he could finish, Lin Wanqiu flicked a finger.
A streak of dark energy slammed into Li Xiu’s chest.
He crashed to his knees and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Li Xiu looked up in shock.
“Sect Master... you?”
“Li Xiu.”
Lin Wanqiu slowly rose to her feet and walked toward him barefoot, one measured step at a time.
“Have you started thinking too highly of yourself?”
She stopped before him.
“Who gave you the courage to lay hands on someone who belongs to me?”
Li Xiu hurriedly defended himself.
“He is only a servant. Why should the Sect Master make such a fuss over—”
The moment he raised his head, a foot came down and crushed his face to the floor.
Lin Wanqiu bent slightly at the waist, her voice soft and almost tender.
“Li Xiu, he is mine.”
“That means he carries my face.”
“When you struck him...”
She pressed harder.
“You struck me. Do you understand?”
Her voice was light, but the weight behind it was crushing.
Blood streamed from Li Xiu’s nose, yet he dared not move at all.
“I understand! Please calm your anger, Sect Master!”
Only then did Lin Wanqiu withdraw her foot.
She turned to Mu Yunfeng.
“He hit you just now.”
“Hit him back.”
Damn.
Mu Yunfeng stood there dumbfounded.
That was far too cool.
Big sister, I approve.
Snapping back to himself, he nodded and walked over to a heavy wooden chair.
Gripping the armrest, he strained with all his strength.
...The chair did not move an inch.
With his shattered meridians, lifting solid hardwood furniture was pure fantasy.
An awkward silence filled the hall.
“Why is everyone staring at me?” Mu Yunfeng leaned casually against the chair and forced a smile. “I was just stretching my legs.”
Beside them, Qingzhu puffed out her cheeks, barely suppressing laughter.
“Actually, forget it,” Mu Yunfeng said grandly. “I’m a magnanimous man. I won’t hold it against him.”
He wanted revenge.
He simply lacked the ability to collect it.
Lin Wanqiu glanced at him once, then casually grabbed another heavy wooden chair and smashed it over Li Xiu’s head.
Bang!
The chair exploded into splinters. Blood poured down Li Xiu’s face.
Even so, he remained kneeling motionless.
“That was on his behalf,” Lin Wanqiu said coolly. “Any objections?”
Li Xiu clenched his teeth.
“None.”
“Leave.”
Only after receiving permission did Li Xiu rise.
Facing Lin Wanqiu the entire time, he backed out of the hall step by step before turning to go.
Then Lin Wanqiu spoke again.
“Li Xiu.”
He froze.
“This position you hold...”
She smiled faintly.
“You are not the only one who can occupy it. You understand me, yes?”
Li Xiu bowed deeply at once.
“I understand. Completely.”
He turned and left quickly.
As he did, a flash of deeply hidden malice crossed his eyes.
Watching his retreating figure, Lin Wanqiu turned expressionlessly to the sleepy-looking woman.
“Lanxiang. Li Xiu seems to have grown a bit too arrogant lately.”
“I will remind him to be more careful,” Lanxiang replied immediately.
Li Xiu had been someone she brought into the sect. His current behavior was partly her responsibility.
Only then did Lin Wanqiu look back at Mu Yunfeng.
“You.”
“Come to my room.”
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