Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 335 Master’s Wife
Feng Laoqi was sitting in the courtyard eating breakfast. He had drunk two bowls of porridge and finished the sausage. A few grains of rice were stuck to his goatee. Just as he was about to wipe them off, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard gate.

Turning his head, he saw his young apprentice, Jiang Shu, stumble and fall at the doorway.

Jiang Shu was covered in blood, with a long gash on his left arm, the flesh torn and twisted, a truly horrifying sight.

He looked up at Feng Laoqi and shouted, "Master!"

Feng Laoqi frowned, put down his bowl, and walked over, tiptoeing on Jiang Shu's injured arm: "Didn't I tell you to go collect rent? How did it get like this? Where's Yao'er?"

Jiang Shu gasped for breath: "We found our eldest brother's body in the village. Our senior sister wanted to take it back, but she was ambushed! Master, please go and save our senior sister!"

Feng Laoqi frowned even more deeply.

He knew perfectly well what could be done with his own disciple's corpse, and judging from Jiang Shu's words, someone had set a trap.

He examined Jiang Shu's deep, bone-revealing wound for a while.

The cut was clean and smooth, achieved with just one stroke. Although his apprentice hadn't officially entered the trade, he was already quite capable. To be able to cut like that with a single stroke, the other party must have some skill.

Are they from the same sect as Tianbao Mountain, or from another sect...? Feng Laoqi was a little unsure.

He tucked the cloth around his waist into his belt and rubbed his hands together: "I'll go down and take a look."

The old man was a fine copper-skinned fellow; he took three steps at a time and quickly slipped into the shady woods on the way down the mountain.

Jiang Shu watched his figure disappear before she got up from the ground, gritted her teeth and took two steps. She leaned against the small dining table, then stumbled and knocked it over.

Bowls and plates were smashed all over the floor.

The sound of breaking startled the last person in the courtyard.

The door to the side bedroom was pushed open, and Liu Xing'er, dressed in a thin shirt, poked her head out blankly.

Seeing Jiang Shu lying on the ground covered in blood, she exclaimed in surprise and quickly ran over to help her little apprentice up.

"What's wrong, Jiang Shu?"

"Senior sister... she's been ambushed! I... I..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Go back inside first, I'll bandage you up."

When they returned to their room, it wasn't the shared room with Jiang Shu and his senior brother. Liu Xing'er helped him and led him directly to her own room.

Ignoring the bloodstains, she let Jiang Shu sit on her bed. Liu Xing'er instructed him, "Sit still, I'll get you some water to clean your wounds."

Master's wife, Liu Xing'er, did not usually live with Feng Laoqi. Her small room was simply furnished, with only a wardrobe, a dressing table, and an exceptionally large bed.

Jiang Shu held onto the edge of the bed and glanced at the two incense burners on the shelf on her wall.

It is about the size of two hands, round and plump, with a grayish-brown color.

Without thinking further, he listened to the sound of water being drawn outside, closed his eyes, and collapsed onto Liu Xing'er's bed.

Unlike Jiang Shu's earthen bed, his teacher's wife's bed was extremely soft, and the bedding was filled with a rich fragrance. One sniff and it seemed to seep into his brain, making him restless.

Not long after, Liu Xing'er returned with a basin of water. When she saw Jiang Shu lying unconscious on the bed, she showed no concern in her eyes, but instead smiled with her red lips curving upwards.

At first, she used wet wipes to gently wipe him down.

But not long after, Jiang Shu felt something sticky and wet begin to lick his wound.

The sticky sensation brought waves of tingling and itching, and Jiang Shu felt his lower back begin to feel weak.

After a while, the wet, sticky substance retreated back into his mouth, and something smooth and soft began to rub against Jiang Shu's arm.

A breath of hot air entered Jiang Shu's ear, and a scarlet tongue slid along the boy's earlobe: "What copper skin and iron bones? They're all useless. Getting old is getting old. No one can compare to my dear son." Cool fingertips unbuckled Jiang Shu's belt and began to grope along his waist.

Suddenly, her little hand was grabbed.

Jiang Shu turned his head and opened his eyes.

Just a finger's distance away, there was the master's wife's alluring gaze.

Caught red-handed by her disciple, Liu Xing'er remained calm. Instead, she teasingly blew on him again, asking, "Do you like your master's wife?"

Jiang Shu remained silent, then she smiled again: "You are still young and do not know the goodness of your master's wife. Listen to your master's wife today, and when you and Yao'er get married in the future, I will have even more ways to make you a hundred times happier."

As she spoke, she straightened up and skillfully untied her waistband, letting her thin shirt slip down to reveal her voluptuous figure.

The master's wife straightened up and looked at Jiang Shu: "Don't be afraid. What master's wife? Just touch her a couple of times and you'll understand. Xing'er, she's all made of water."

Jiang Shu raised an eyebrow and stared at her for a long time before finally slowly extending his hand.

Following the slender waist, amidst the soft moans of his master's wife, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Then he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Liu Xing'er immediately let out a triumphant laugh, her red lips parted, and she kept calling out, "Good disciple, good disciple..."

Immediately afterwards, a cold glint shot out from Jiang Shu's arms and pierced into her snow-white, soft belly!
A sharp pain shot through her, and Liu Xing'er looked in astonishment at Jiang Shu on the bed, only to be met with a pair of icy, bone-chilling eyes.

She tried to call out, but the bronze-skinned monk's hand had already firmly gripped her neck.

Her naked body was pressed against the wall, shaking the incense on the shelf. She rolled around twice, revealing the orifices of her face that had been facing the wall.

They are all children's skulls.

Liu Xing'er frantically waved her hands and kicked her feet, trying to break free from Jiang Shu's grasp, but all her struggles were in vain.

With his injured arm gripping the dagger, he slid it back and forth inside the woman's abdomen until her intestines spilled out and her belly rotted. Finally, the light in Liu Xing'er's eyes dimmed.

Jiang Shu exerted force, and the neck bone broke.

After shaking off the woman's corpse, Jiang Shu picked up the gauze she had prepared and began to bandage himself.

Feng Laoqi has amazing stamina; it won't take him long to go down the mountain and back.

Of all the demons and monsters in this courtyard, he's the only one left, and he's also the most difficult to deal with.

The sausage was poisoned, but the poison took time to take effect, which is why Jiang Shu went so far as to cut his own arm to trick him into coming down the mountain.

A top-grade product is indeed top-grade; it strengthens the body and makes the poison's effects ineffective. It's hard to say how much effect it will have.

With his teeth gripping the gauze, he tightened the bandage, re-tied his loosened belt, straightened his clothes, and went out into the courtyard.

Not long after, Feng Laoqi's figure appeared at the other end of the mountain path.

The old man carried a corpse in each hand back into the courtyard, threw his senior brother and sister Feng Yao to the ground, and looked up at Jiang Shu, who was sitting in the courtyard waiting for him.

"Heh, you've got some skills," Old Feng clapped his hands, striking his palms together with two metallic clangs. "Just based on your cunning and ruthlessness, if I were to inherit your mantle, I should really choose you."

Jiang Shu patted his injured arm; even through the gauze, the metal clashed against metal. He stood up, drew his dagger, its blade a gleaming blue with a bloody sheen.

"You filthy scum, how dare you even mention the mantle of inheritance?"

(End of this chapter)