Chapter 121
Chapter 121
As Li Guang turned to leave, Chen Daji poked half his head out from behind Hua Jiunan.
He was not exactly a pleasant sight. His face was smeared with blood that had already dried, and every gust of wind sent flakes crumbling off it…
“G-Great General Li, I’d like to ask you for that bow and arrows…”
“I won’t take them for free. I’ll trade you my slingshot!”
Li Guang wheeled his horse around and studied Chen Daji.
The aura of a veteran of a hundred battlefields made it hard for Chen Daji even to breathe.
But the fool refused to back down. Gritting his teeth, he held his ground.
“Great General Li, if you think you’re getting the short end of the deal, I’ll throw in a few packs of spicy strips!”
“I don’t have them on me, though. You’ll have to come home with me to get them.”
Li Guang’s eyes first widened in surprise. Then his gaze gradually softened, and a smile appeared on his face.
At last, he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
Yet as he laughed, two streams of cloudy tears rolled down his cheeks.
“My good brother! So this is where you were!”
His seemingly crazed reaction gave Chen Daji quite a fright.
He immediately ducked behind Hua Jiunan again and muttered under his breath, “What’s that supposed to mean? I only asked to trade for his bow, and now he wants to become sworn brothers?!”
Only after a long while did Li Guang’s laughter subside. He took the blood-red longbow from his back and tossed it to Chen Daji.
“Good brother, if you ask for something, of course I’ll give you the very best!”
“Do you want anything else?”
How could Chen Daji pass up an opportunity like this?
Without the least bit of shame, he chuckled and said, “I also want six of those big guys!”
Li Guang did not hesitate. “Granted!”
With a light flick of his finger, six streams of blue-black energy entered the foreheads of six Yellow Turban Strongmen.
Then he beckoned, drew Chen Daji’s slingshot into his hand, and tucked it into his robe as though it were a priceless treasure.
“From this day forward, these Yellow Turban Strongmen will obey your every command.”
“Good brother, knowing you’re safe is enough. I must be going!”
As Li Guang’s figure faded into the distance, Chen Daji shouted after him, “You don’t want the spicy strips? That’s it, we’re even?!”
After shouting, Chen Daji was suddenly overcome by an inexplicable sadness.
Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.
“Big Brother, that guy… Great General Li is a real stand-up man. He didn’t even want the spicy strips.”
Chen Daji might have been dense, but the others were not.
They had all guessed that his connection to Li Guang must run deep. He simply remembered nothing of his former life because of the mystery of the womb.
Hemp-clad Grandmother’s heart ached at the sight of Chen Daji’s tear-streaked, filthy face.
To distract him, she asked, “You little bastard, what do you want those Yellow Turban Strongmen for?”
That reminded Chen Daji of his plan.
“Grandmother, wait here. I’ll tell you when I get back!”
Eighth Master Chang, who had discussed the matter with Chen Daji beforehand, sprang into action at once.
Carrying Chen Daji and Hua Jiunan, he raced onto the Human Bone Altar like a gust of wind.
Before anyone could react, they swept up the armor, Copper Coin Sword, and Soul-Summoning Banner Zhang Liang had left behind.
Chen Daji clutched the treasures to his chest.
“Ha! Finders keepers!”
The other Immortal Spirits could only shake their heads helplessly.
They could hardly cast aside their dignity and fight a child like Chen Daji over loot.
Even if the loot was really damn valuable…
“Big Brother, the sword’s for you.”
“It’s made of copper, so it’ll be better for chopping people than that wooden one of yours!”
After handing Hua Jiunan the Copper Coin Sword, Chen Daji scampered over to Hemp-clad Grandmother.
“Grandmother, this little banner is for you. It’s perfect for your use.”
“It’s filthy, though. You’ll have to let my wives… I mean, my big sisters wash it before you take it out again.”
Hemp-clad Grandmother had actually coveted the Soul-Summoning Banner for some time. Her status was the only thing that had kept her from snatching it herself.
Now that Chen Daji had fulfilled her wish, she was naturally delighted.
“Kekeke! You little bastard, Grandmother likes you more and more!”
“Now slit your throat. We’re holding your wedding tonight, no matter what.”
“After that, you’ll accompany Grandmother back to Hemp-clad Mountain to cultivate.”
Chen Daji wiped the blood beneath his nose with his sleeve and shrank back.
“Grandmother, quit joking around. Can I discuss something with you?”
Hemp-clad Grandmother rapped him on the head with her pipe.
“You little bastard, spit it out!”
Chen Daji smiled rather sheepishly.
“Grandmother, I’ll have those six big guys I just got carry your sedan chair. That way, my wives… my big sisters won’t have to do such heavy work anymore.”
“How about it?”
The more Hemp-clad Grandmother looked at Chen Daji, the more she liked him.
“Kekeke! Well, who would have guessed?”
“You’re usually such a reckless little fool, yet you truly know how to cherish your wives!”
“We’ll do as you say. Whatever you say!”
“From now on, Grandmother will raise the six maidservants as her granddaughters-in-law. All they have to do is wait for you to die so they can marry you!”
Chen Daji beamed when Hemp-clad Grandmother agreed.
“Grandmother, with those big eyes and double eyelids, I could tell at a glance you’re a real class act!”