novelChrysanthemum City, Chrysanthemum Chen
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The Old Madam thought for a moment and mentally calculated the opponent's strength. Although they could plant experts around their targets, there couldn't be too many experts around each target. On their side, they had over ten missions each time. If they distributed their forces, they could have at least five or six Superior Supreme experts accompanying them for each mission. This amount of strength was sufficient!
After confirming again, she smiled and nodded."Since it's like that, you can just pick any team and go out and play. However, you must take care of your own safety. If you fall down or bump into anything, this old grandma will not allow you to go out again!"
Jun Mo Xie immediately agreed enthusiastically, an excited gleam shining in his eyes.
Who would have thought that his campaign to reclaim the debt of blood would begin with him assuming the role of an assassin again? Wasn't this exactly the kind of life he'd always desired?
The copious amount of blood that the three Holy Lands owed him were finally going to be reclaimed by his own hands...
Three days later, Jun Mo Xie and Dongfang Wen Qing, along with 20 experts from the Heaven Destroyer and Spirit Devourer troops, and two Dongfang Family Sky Grade Assassins stepped out of the Dongfang Family doors and moved north.
There were a total of five targets in their path this time.
This time, they accepted a total of 15 missions. The Old Madam changed her strategy, directing splitting the forces into three paths. Each group was responsible for all the missions in their path.
Dongfang Wen Jian and Baili Luo Yun was in one group, while Dongfang Wen Dao and Leng Ao was paired together. Whether it was by coincidence or design, Jun Mo Xie somehow got landed into the same team as his first uncle Dongfang Wen Qing...
This caused Young Master Jun to feel incredibly depressed.
But the Old Madam had made it very clear. If you're not willing, you can just not go. Just stay behind and accompany this old woman. Anyway, I'm still worried that you'll get hurt.
But how would Jun Mo Xie dare to say he's not willing? He knew that the Old Madam would much rather he didn't go. No matter how formidable his strength had reached, he was still just a little grandson that needed her protection. This was something that would never change even if another 30, 50, or 100 years passed, even if the heavens itself withered away...
So although Jun Mo Xie was somewhat unwilling, he could only scrunch his nose and follow his uncle...
The hooves of horses stomped deeply into the mud, all the way towards the north. The first two targets along the way did not even require Jun Mo Xie or Dongfang Wen Qing to do anything. Just two Heaven Destroyer team members and the two Sky Grade Assassins from the Dongfang Family were enough to settle the mission smoothly.
The nephew and uncle duo had hidden themselves along the side observing, waiting for any hidden experts to show themselves. In the end, they only received an entire night's worth of chilly air. From the looks of it, those two targets were not protected by the three Holy Lands' experts.
At this moment, the group was moving towards their third target.
"Less than 100 li in front will be our third target. This target is also one of the hardest one to deal with among the 15 missions we've accepted this time!" Dongfang Wen Qing rode atop his horse, his expression somewhat serious.
"Oh? I'm really interested to know, just what kind of person is that, that even first uncle finds it tricky? Could it be one of those secluded experts?" Jun Mo Xie's current appearance had changed greatly. His face was bruised and filled with black circles, and one eye was bigger than the other. Even his mouth was somewhat askew and swollen. At this moment, he raised his hand and stretched a finger into his nose. Then, with a sou sound, he flicked outwards and a rabbit sprang out with blood flowing from its side.
Behind him, everyone looked at the scene speechlessly. Normally, such a scene would mean a fantastic meal. However, this rabbit was killed by Young Master Jun's booger...
Although that booger would not necessarily make it inedible, but.. there was still a psychological barrier.
"This target is not just tricky, but extremely tricky to deal with! Although he's not a so-called hermit expert, he's much harder to handle than that!"
Dongfang Wen Qing looked at his precious nephew with exasperation: "I say... Mo Xie, can you be slightly... more civilized? No matter what, you're a young master of an aristocratic family. After leaving your house, how can you behave in such an unglamorous manner? Even if you don't care about your face, does your Jun Family not want their face? Even if your Jun Family doesn't care about their image, what about the face of your mother, grandmother, and me, your uncle? With your current image, I'm too ashamed to even tell my friends that you're my nephew. Isn't that embarrassing? If you don't have anything important, don't talk to me as much as possible. Even if you're not afraid of throwing your face away, I still value mine!"
"My current image—isn't that the results of uncle's work?" Jun Mo Xie twisted his neck, causing popping sounds to ring out."You've beaten my handsome face to such a manner, and you have the face to tell me to behave in a cultured manner? Before scolding me, shouldn't you examine your methods... erm, I'm not saying that your methods aren't good... It's just... somewhat... unrefined..."
Young Master Jun was boiling with pent up anger at this moment, to the extent that even his nose was going crooked with rage. For the sake of revenge, this Dongfang First Master had specially "fixed" his face to such an ugly state. Even the normally cordial tempered Young Master Jun was angered, and now, he even blamed him for looking unrefined and scolded him for it. It would be a wonder to not get angry. But this fellow was still his own uncle. So even if he was angry, he could only endure, not daring to argue back, or fight back. He even had to fake a look of obedience, allowing him to say whatever he wanted to...
But Dongfang Wen Qing felt even more aggrieved. All along the way, he'd exhausted all his ideas to think about how to fix this nephew of his. Berating, criticizing... he'd tried everything just to release the steam in his heart. But this nephew was like a dead pig that didn't fear boiling water. No matter what kind of wind or rain was thrown at him, he wouldn't be moved. Dongfang First Master had dried out his mouth trying to scold this nephew, but the latter was completely unaffected.
Because Young Master Jun already knew that he would be met with his uncle's relentless verbal tirage all the way, he'd directly sealed off his sense of hearing... Though Dongfang First Master's spittle flew all over the place and the tiles under their feet from his heated scoldings, Jun Mo Xie did not hear a single word!
Not only did he not hear anything, he even derived an odd sense of pleasure at seeing Dongfang First Master's mouth opening and closing, with spittle lining his lips and moustache. At times, he even laughed aloud without control in the middle of a scolding... this was something that Dongfang Wen Qing didn't know.
So the more he scolded, the more exhausted he felt. After two whole days of scolding, he decided to simply stop. Against this nephew of his, Dongfang First Master felt completely helpless... so, he decided to switch to another method of revenge. Don't you have a pretty boy image? Then I'll mess you up into an ugly brat! We'll see if you can still stand it!?
But who would have thought that Jun Mo Xie would actually be completely fine with this new image as well! Not only that, his behaviour even instantly changed to align with his new looks. Before his appearance was changed, this Young Master Jun still acted in a suave and refined, princely manner. But after his face turned ugly, all his words and actions changed completely, into a complete beggar-like manner...
This level of adaptation ability caused even the well experienced Dongfang Wen Qing to feel incredibly inferior. In fact, he even suspected that this was the true character of this brat...
Nose picking, booger flicking... these were just the simple stuff. At night, he would go into Dongfang First Master's room and sit down. After taking off his shoes, he would begin picking at his toenails in an extremely natural way. Without pausing, he dipped his hand into Dongfang First Master's fruit bowl, but didn't eat anything... Finally, he wiped his hands against the beddings, dragged his shoes, and went back to his own room to sleep...
Right after exiting the room, he would always cough in a disgusting manner and spit out a huge globble of phlegm. With one finger against the side of his nose, he blew his nose, causing a dark yellowish thing to fly out in an unbridled manner... slapping against the ground with a crisp sound...
Because of that, Dongfang First Master nearly went crazy that night... he wanted to drink some water, but the water jug and the cup was touched by dirty hands that touched his foot. Would he still dare to drink? Eat the fruits? He did not dare to. Couldn't eat and couldn't drink—he could at least go to bed right... ? But the bedding had also been stained...
Dongfang First Master was angered speechless and nearly went on a rampage. However, there was no helping it. He only had himself to blame and couldn't complain! In the end, he always shut his door tightly early every night. Even if someone threatened to beat him to death, he wouldn't let that fellow through the doors anymore...
But oftentimes, he would wake up to find the disgusting foot of his nephew propped up against the side of his bed... The little fellow would be propping that extremely ugly face of his with one hand and picking his toes with the other hand, mumbling, "Uncle... you're awake? Look at my feet.. that's all dead skin ah... the human body's assimilation of the new and excretion of the old is truly fast ah, especially a young man like me... Being young is such a great thing..."
With Young Master Jun's miraculous abilities, was there a door that could stop him?!
Seeing such a shocking image before him, Dongfang First Master instantly felt a churning sensation in his stomach and an overwhelming urge to vomit. Who would be willing to see such an ugly bastard picking their equally gross feet in front of their eyes first thing in the morning? And the foot was even so close to him that he could feel the heat emanating off it...
In just three days, Dongfang First Master, whose mental fortitude was still passable, completely admitted defeat and begged for pardon...
With that, these kind of days finally ended.
"Right in front is our continent's famed Chrysanthemum City! Our target is also the head of Chrysanthemum City's number one aristocratic family, the Chen Family!" Dongfang Wen Qing forcefully restrained himself from looking at his nephew's upsetting image and simply looked forward with a lifeless expression.
"Chrysanthemum City?" When Jun Mo Xie heard those three words, he instantly felt his own chrysanthemum clench. Widening his eyes with shock, he exclaimed, "That name sounds pretty great!"
"The name sounds great? What's the use if it's just the name that sounds good! Chrysanthemum City rules over a region of several thousand li !" Dongfang Wen Qing scoffed coldly and continued."Chrysanthemums in the Chrysanthemum City blossom into an ocean of flowers; wherein lies the Chen Family; everlasting chrysanthemums, forever undefeated."
Sighing softly, he shook his head."Chrysanthemum Chen... is not to be provoked ah..."
Jun Mo Xie suddenly hugged his stomach and roared maniacally with laughter, to the point where tears rolled from his eyes."What a good poem! What a great poem ah... I wonder which genius wrote such an excellent poem capable of lasting through the ages for the Chen Family? Oh, I'm going to die from laughter..."
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