Md Raho
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Ch 3
🕑 Added 2021-06-28 14:32:39 +0000 UTCBut he scarcely had the time to contemplate what was happening when the old man suddenly pulled out a black pipe from his pockets and blew it on one end while glaring at him warily.
A shrill sound escaped from the wooden confines of the pipe, alarming all present. Far away, many more looked at their direction as a commotion rose up among the crowds.
"Mother look! The old man is just like that crazy fellow from our village who walks around naked and whistles!"
A very young girl asked her mother, who panicked and tried to stop her child from making further comments on the old man's actions. But the over-enthusiastic girl kept shouting.
"Is he going to take his clothes off too, now?"
The old man who was busy blowing air into the pipe choked and almost bit off the portion of the pipe in his mouth. Yet after glaring at the little girl, he resumed his action, as if his dignity wasn't worth enough compared to what he was doing.
Han Xuhan was still somewhat stunned as he watched the exchange and felt alarm bells ringing inside his head.
No way in hell was this unrelated to his bloodline test results! Something must be terrible wrong. Was he a descendant of an enemy ancestor of this sect? After all, every sect had a huge amount of enemies. Neighbouring sects, rivalry between sect leaders, demonic sects that were hated by everyone. If that was the case...
Xuhan someberly looked at the sky and muttered,
"Ah, ancestors. I'm coming to you very soon. Start the preparations for an Welcoming ceremony. I'm sorry that I couldn't leave a few children to continue our bloodline. My could've been wife, please don't blame me. Your husband was a heroic man..."
The few kids around him who heard his mutterings had very strange expressions on their faces as they suddenly moved away as if afraid of catching diseases from him.
While he gazed at the sky and continued to think about how painful his death would be, a sudden powerful gust of air appeared out of nowhere. Everyone looked toward the source of the wind and gasped.
"I-is that an actual cultivator?"
"I didn't even see how fast he was!"
"So cool!"
"Why is he posing like that?"
"Who said that? Who said I'm posing?" A sharp and irritated voice cut the strings of exclamations and made the hubbub die down. Xuhan looked the newcomer up and down and realized that the whistle must have been used as a form of emergency summoning of an influential figure of the sect.
The guy strutting toward the old man like a proud peacock certainly looked quite impressive with his voluminous colourful robe that seemed to work as a cape to add in a dazzling effect, alongside the unsheathed sword in his hand that sparkled despite the day being a gloomy one.
Upon noticing him, the old man finally stopped whistling and bowed very formally.
"Elder Mu, greetings!"
The guy waved off him off impatiently and looked around at the crowd of onlookers.
"What is it ? Hurry up !"
Not flustered in the slightest, the old man rushed forward and whispered something to the elder's ear.
The guy, upon hearing the old man out, became visibly tense and whipped his head to focus on Han Xuhan.
Extremely tense, Xuhan focused on the sword in his hand, gulping down the urge to sincerely apologize for whatever reasons his ancestors had a feud with this sect.
However, things became even more confusing and alarming with what followed next.
The titular elder Mu suddenly rushed toward Xuhan and caught him by his collars, following which, Han Xuahan experienced the sensation of flying freely like a predatory bird on the sky for the first time in his life. As poetic as that sounds, it was an experience he would probably remember in his nightmares in the following days.
With his stomach heaving, by the time he had finished painting the elder's expensive looking robes with his half digested breakfast, he had found himself back to the ground, although not on his feet but on his face which was still leaking the last traces of the slimy pudding.
"My robes!" Elder Mu moaned in a high pitched and not so manly voice.
Disoriented, Xuhan slowly got back to a sitting position and wiped off the liquid from his chin while the elder nearly tore off his robe and patted himself all over to see if any other part of his body had come into contact with the vomit.
"Heavens, elder! What did you do to the little boy?! Why are you half naked? What is that white liquid on your robes? Don't tell me-"
Another high pitched scream came from nearby, this time a female's voice. Xuhan groggily looked toward her direction and saw a gentle looking middle aged woman staring at them with wide eyes. It seemed that there had been some sort of misunderstanding somewhere.
"No no no! It's not what it looks like!" Elder Mu's explanation only seemed to make the situation worse since the matronly woman stumbled backwards with a horrified look on her face.
"Pervert ! You- I shall immediately report this to the sect master! Just you wait! Perverts like you should just die!"
Stomping on the ground, the woman scampered back to an ancient looking building behind her. Her yells alarmed everyone inside. In no time, Xuhan and elder Mu were surrounded by a curious crowd who observed the situation with great interest as the two tried to explain that they definitely were not engaging into anything lewd at all.
