Chapter Forty-Nine: Be My Maid
Chapter Forty-Nine: Be My Maid
Shi Bai burst out laughing, “You didn’t pity this handsome young man either!”
“You’re a handsome young man?” Murong Yan rolled her eyes. “Shameless.”
“Is that so?” Shi Bai looked at his fingers. “I feel like my hand wants to tug something again.”
He gazed calmly at Murong Yan. “I forgot to mention, my favorite thing at home is pulling noodles. Such a big piece of dough, I can stretch it this long!”
“Brother!” Murong Yan suddenly wailed, “Little brother, please let me go…”
Shi Bai found it amusing. This woman seemed a bit older than him, yet called him “little brother.” Still, seeing her beauty, he felt a pang of sympathy.
“What did you call me? Say it again.”
Murong Yan’s cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head in embarrassment, refusing to speak.
Shi Bai grinned, “Say it one more time and I’ll let you all go. How about it?”
“Really?” Murong Yan looked up.
“Really—not only will I let you go, I’ll save you.”
Everyone turned toward Shi Bai at these words.
Murong Yan thought for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered, “Little…brother.”
Shi Bai felt a rush of tenderness, his bones seemed to melt.
“Damn! Heroes really can’t resist a beautiful woman!”
He stood up, slipped his hand into his chest and armpit, rubbing around.
Murong Yan frowned, “Hey, what are you doing?”
Shi Bai smiled, “Making an antidote for you.”
“Antidote?” Murong Yan said. “You could ask the Black Blade Sect for it!”
“We don’t have it!” Before Shi Bai could reply, the Black Blade Sect members shouted, “All the antidote was with our elder, but he’s been burnt to ashes—the antidote is gone!”
“What?!” The Duanshan Sect were shocked.
“The Soft Tendon Powder’s effects last ten hours. Within that time, we’re powerless, our skills lost. If we don’t get the antidote in time, we’ll never recover our martial arts!”
Everyone became agitated.
“What do we do? Can we get the antidote in ten hours?”
“Soft Tendon Powder is the Black Blade Sect’s secret formula—no one else has the antidote!”
“We’re finished! Even if we reach the Black Blade Sect in time, they’d never give us the antidote!”
“Right! Our sects have always been enemies, and now Zhao Tianming is dead…”
Despair spread among the Duanshan Sect, and Murong Yan’s eyes grew dim.
“To think we just escaped death, only to become useless…”
“All because of you!” someone suddenly said. “Young sir, quick! Kill these Black Blade Sect villains—they’re all notorious scoundrels!”
“No!” The Black Blade Sect members begged, “We were forced! It was the elder who made us do evil—we had no choice!”
“Take them to the Black Blade Sect and force them to hand over the antidote!”
“Yes!”
…
As the crowd clamored, Shi Bai shook his head helplessly, “Can’t you understand what I’m saying? I told you, I have the antidote.”
The crowd froze, the scene quieted.
Murong Yan asked, “You have it? Where did you get it?”
Shi Bai grinned, “Well, the truth is, I don’t have the Soft Tendon Powder’s secret antidote, but I have a universal antidote.”
Everyone was stunned. “Universal antidote?”
Murong Yan sneered, “Boy, it’s the twenty-first century and you’re still spouting these lies. Haven’t you heard? Anyone claiming to cure everything is a fraud.” She sighed, “What’s the point of deceiving us now?”
Shi Bai shook his head again, rubbed a sweat-dirt pill from his body, and said, “I’m not lying. You’ll know if you try.”
He grabbed a Duanshan Sect member, pried open his mouth, and forced the pill down his throat.
Everyone was disgusted, especially Murong Yan, who cursed loudly.
“Pervert! Better to die than suffer such humiliation!”
“Right! We Duanshan Sect aren’t cowards!”
“If you dare, just kill us!”
…
Shi Bai crossed his arms, silent, calmly watching the man who swallowed the pill. “How do you feel now?”
The man snorted, “I want to kill you!”
“Oh? Go ahead then.”
“I—” Suddenly the man stood up.
The crowd was astonished.
He touched his head. “I—I'm actually cured!” He moved his arms and legs, “I'm healed! Really healed!”
The scene erupted in excitement, especially Murong Yan, whose mouth formed an O, unable to speak for a long moment.
“This…is possible?”
Shi Bai smiled faintly. He had completed the task of making an antidote for Soft Tendon Powder.
The Reverse Victory System required failure, so naturally he gave them anything but a real antidote. Honestly, he’d been merciful not to feed them dung.
Murong Yan looked at Shi Bai in disbelief, her cheeks shyly flushed. “Little…little…little brother, you…”
Shi Bai curled his lip and laughed, “Now you know how to call me brother? Too late!”
He found a stone, sat down, and crossed his legs. “If you want me to save you, you must agree to one condition.”
Murong Yan quickly said, “Name it!”
Shi Bai smirked mischievously, “From now on, you must be my maid.”
Murong Yan’s beautiful eyes widened, her brows furrowing. “Dream on!”
“Then there’s nothing more to say.” Shi Bai stood up, hands behind his back. “Second uncle, let’s go. Leave these people here to their fate.”
“Huh?” His second uncle hesitated, unsure.
“Let him go!”
Just then, the young man who had been cured spoke, “Junior sister! I’ll go find an antidote for you—we don’t need him!”
He quickly strode outside.
Shi Bai glanced at him, then suddenly struck, sending him sprawling to the ground.
The crowd was terrified.
Shi Bai smiled, “You were the one I saved, yet you talk about not needing me. But too bad—I can cure Soft Tendon Powder, and I can inflict it. Now we’re even.”
The Duanshan Sect members turned ashen. Shi Bai’s extraordinary skills were shocking—it was hard to believe he was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth.
“Junior sister.”
Murong Yan was still torn when Brother Zhang awoke.
“Senior brother!” Murong Yan was instantly excited. “Are you alright?”
Brother Zhang nodded, “I heard everything just now. That boy wants you to be his maid—just agree for now. Once he saves us, say you need to return to Duanshan, and once we’re back, would he dare follow?”
Murong Yan hesitated, “But…”
“It’s fine. Could that boy possibly be Master’s match?”
“He certainly can’t beat my father!”
“Then that settles it.”
Murong Yan could only nod. “Alright then…”
Shi Bai was slowly walking out when a delicate voice called from behind.
“Hey! I agree!”
Shi Bai stopped, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, “Agree to what?”
Murong Yan’s cheeks burned red, she lowered her head and whispered, “I agree…to be your…maid.”