Chapter 55: Pretend I Said Nothing

“Quick, tell me, whose married woman is it?” Jiang Taixuan had no mood to care about the task for now; Ximen the Fatty’s matter was more interesting.

“Brother Xuan, you lied to me.” Ximen the Fatty looked at him resentfully, his face woeful as he said, “Didn’t you say that if a club falls, you’d meet a peerless beauty?”

“Don’t tell me you met a man?” Jiang Taixuan couldn’t stay calm. “Even if it was a man, it was his club that hit you. It’s his fault; what are you afraid of?”

“If it were a man, that would be one thing.” Ximen the Fatty wiped his tears, crying even more sorrowfully. “The other party was a woman, a woman even fatter than me!”

Pfft!

Jiang Taixuan spat out. How fat was Ximen the Fatty? From a distance, when he walked, he looked like a meatball rolling along. Fatter than him? What level would that be?

“Well, you just shouldn’t provoke her. Couldn’t you just turn and leave?” Jiang Taixuan wiped his sweat. What kind of luck did this Ximen the Fatty have? He really didn’t have Ximen Qing’s fate.

Ximen the Fatty’s gaze grew even more resentful, his face ashen. “It was too late. She saw my handsome face, my agile figure, my astonishing bloodline…”

“Fatty, stop, I understand.” Jiang Taixuan patted Ximen the Fatty’s shoulder and sighed. “Let’s not talk about this sad matter. Tell me about your gains from going to the Mercenary Guild.”

Ximen the Fatty wiped his tears, calmed his emotions a bit, and then said, “Brother Xuan, the Mercenary Guild didn’t let me in. Steward Zhang pulled me aside for a meal and then sent me back.”

“You didn’t bring up the cooperation yourself? Also, Steward Zhang invited you to eat, and you just went?” Jiang Taixuan was furious.

“He lied to me, saying the Chief Steward and the Vice President were both there, so I went. Who knew that by the end of the meal, that so-called Vice President never showed up.” Ximen the Fatty said wrongfully.

“Was anyone else present during that time? Was it Steward Zhang’s idea to invite you to eat, or someone else’s?” Jiang Taixuan frowned.

“Someone called a Chief Steward told Steward Zhang to take me.” Ximen the Fatty said.

“I see. You go back and rest first.” Jiang Taixuan’s expression turned unpleasant.

“Brother Xuan, I’m not leaving. I’ll stay at your place tonight.” Ximen the Fatty shook his head, tightly hugging his leg. “That woman said she’d come find me. I’m scared.”

Jiang Taixuan: “…”

Ignoring Ximen the Fatty, he opened the Celestial Network, about to inquire for news, when a post caught his eye.

“The Divine Devil Dojo tried to suck up to the Mercenary Guild but couldn’t even get through the door.” The poster was Clear Moon Academy Mentor Lin Chen.

Jiang Taixuan narrowed his eyes, clicked open the post. Many replies were mocking him for being a toad trying to reach the sky, saying the Mercenary Guild simply looked down on him.

Among the repliers was none other than Steward Zhang: “The Mercenary Guild and Clear Moon Academy will always be allies.”

“So that’s how it is. The two forces are in cahoots. No wonder, despite both being top forces, they get along so harmoniously.” Jiang Taixuan’s face was grim. This time, he had brought this humiliation upon himself.

Lin Chen had even tagged him, mocking in tone: “Divine Devil Dojo? A shabby little hut, really thinking that having one undeveloped Top Grade Bloodline makes it a top force? Jiang Taixuan, this world isn’t as simple as you think.”

Jiang Taixuan replied once: “My Divine Devil Dojo doesn’t deign to suck up to anyone. Approaching the Mercenary Guild was merely for cooperation. Since they’re unwilling, this Arena Master won’t insist.”

“Heh, let’s see how long you can keep that tough talk.” Lin Chen sneered.

Jiang Taixuan didn’t reply further. It was originally about finding cooperation; he would gain profit, the Mercenary Guild would gain fame. Cooperation between both sides wasn’t about clinging to someone’s coattails.

Moreover, this Mercenary Guild wasn’t very shrewd. Once the Divine Devil Dojo built its reputation, with countless experts being unbeatable among their peers, he would be in charge of renting out the experts, and the Mercenary Guild would be in charge of posting tasks. At that time, who they rented to would still be up to the Mercenary Guild, wouldn’t it?

Unfortunately, the Mercenary Guild couldn’t see this point and didn’t understand his side’s combat capability. The only one who knew a bit, Steward Zhang, now had the Mercenary Guild’s support and was jumping around actively on the Celestial Network.

“What about that Membership Card? Did you get it back?” Jiang Taixuan looked at the sorrowful fatty.

Ximen the Fatty rummaged and pulled out a black card from his chest. “This was put on me by Steward Zhang when I left.”

Jiang Taixuan’s expression improved slightly as he sneered, “The Membership Card is back. Wanting it in the future will be difficult.”

“Alright, go to sleep. If you don’t want to go back, just sleep in the dojo.” In a bad mood, Jiang Taixuan directly entered the dojo.

Ximen the Fatty hurriedly followed, sneakily glancing behind him, afraid that peerless fat girl might chase him.

The night deepened. Ximen the Fatty, carefree, fell asleep. Jiang Taixuan sat cross-legged to cultivate, circulating the Ancestral Divine Demon Scripture, slowly refining his Primordial Energy.

“Young Mistress, could you get down and walk yourself?”

“My Young Mistress, I’ve been kneeling and walking for miles. Please show some mercy, give me a way to live, alright?”

“Young Mistress, say something at least. Damn it… are you asleep?”

In his drowsiness, Ximen the Fatty heard a voice full of grievance. He turned over, wanting to continue sleeping, when a sentence startled him awake: “Young Mistress, your perfect husband has been found.”

“Perfect husband?” Ximen the Fatty jolted, slipping and scrambling up with such speed and agility that even a typical Martial Arts Ninth Stage practitioner would feel inferior upon seeing it.

“My perfect husband? Is this the Divine Devil Dojo?” The voice was gentle as water, with a hint of a coquettish tone. Just hearing the voice made one’s bones go soft.

Jiang Taixuan also woke up. In the middle of the night, why were there still people coming?

“Brother Xuan.” Ximen the Fatty’s face was pale, his voice trembling.

“It couldn’t be…” Jiang Taixuan had a guess and frowned, saying, “Listening to this voice, it sounds quite pleasant. It should be a… damn, pretend I said nothing.”

Thud!

A lump of flesh blocked the doorway. Jiang Taixuan’s eyes practically went blind on the spot. The door of the Divine Devil Dojo, though unchanged, could generally be entered by anyone casually; even a meatball like Ximen the Fatty could enter. But the person before him, with just a part of their body, had completely blocked the door.

“Darling Ximen.” Still gentle as water, a bone-melting voice, except this time it came from within a lump of flesh.

“My dear granny!” Ximen the Fatty’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out decisively.

“Fatty?” Jiang Taixuan pushed Ximen the Fatty, nobly not waking him, and coughed dryly. “Who is it, disturbing people’s sweet dreams in the middle of the night?”

“Who are you? Isn’t this the Divine Devil Dojo?” The lump of flesh retreated a few steps, revealing the door, letting Jiang Taixuan come out.

Jiang Taixuan walked out of the dojo. There were two people. One was a young man, currently kneeling, his face pale, panting heavily.

The other seemed to also be sitting—Jiang Taixuan couldn’t tell if she was sitting or standing, because a large lump of flesh was dragging on the ground, making it hard to see her feet clearly.

“Young lady, I am Jiang Taixuan, Field Master of the Divine Devil Dojo. May I ask your purpose for coming here so late at night?” Jiang Taixuan abruptly turned his head to the side, looking at the young man, his eyes filled with sympathy.

The young man glanced at him, a flash of grief and indignation in his eyes.

“You’re the Field Master? Then, is there someone called Ximen Qing here?” Bean-sized eyes struggled to open, staring nervously at Jiang Taixuan.

“Might I ask what business you have with him?” Jiang Taixuan looked at the other party with difficulty. How could the gap between this voice and appearance be so vast?