Chapter 123: Master, Are You Here to Enjoy the Scenery?

Lin Qi staggered unsteadily, flying back toward the Pig Demon clan’s territory. Jiang Yan and the others, seeing this, swiftly activated their agility skills to follow closely behind. None of them understood Lin Qi’s intention—hadn’t they just returned from the Pig Demon clan? Why turn back now?

At that moment, the Pig Demon chieftain was immersed in his lavish bedchamber, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful concubines, indulging in reckless pleasure, utterly oblivious to the outside world. Having recently suffered a loss at the hands of the ill-fated Jiang Yan, he naturally sought solace in the tender embrace of his beauties. Carpe diem was the creed upheld by the Pig Demon clan.

How could he have foreseen Jiang Yan and his companions suddenly returning?

“My lord, please don’t furrow your brow; it pains me to see you troubled,” murmured Huahua, her tender white pig-hoof lightly brushing the chieftain’s brow, her voice as sweet and delicate as if it could drip with water. She was renowned throughout the clan as a great beauty—plump, with smooth, silky skin.

In the Pig Demon clan, plumpness was considered the epitome of beauty, so the women indulged heartily in sumptuous feasts to cultivate their voluptuous figures. The chieftain inhaled the fragrance at Huahua’s neck, then contentedly planted a slobbery kiss there, leaving a mark.

“Huahua, how could I bear to cause you pain? Your gentle touch makes all my troubles vanish like smoke. If only tonight...” Huahua’s cheeks flushed softly as she pushed against his broad chest, coyly chiding, “My lord, you’re truly wicked.”

Nearby, Tingting refused to be outdone. She swayed her ample waist deliberately, feigning a stumble, and collapsed into the chieftain’s broad embrace.

“Oh dear, my lord, I just lost my footing.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, filled with endless tenderness and concern. “My lord, may I massage your shoulders for you?”

“Tingting, of course. I love nothing more than your shoulder rubs,” the chieftain chuckled, then kissed her lips.

“My lord, I want kisses too,” Huahua pouted in protest.

“Come here, Huahua.” The chieftain leaned in, planting a kiss on her rosy lips as well.

At this, the other eight concubines eagerly gathered around, vying for his favor. The entire room soon seemed to swell with pink bubbles, the air thick with a heady, heart-throbbing atmosphere.

It felt as though an earthquake were shaking the chamber, with indescribable sounds echoing through the walls.

Meanwhile, the chieftain's principal wife, Ling Ling, sat in her own chamber, biting her handkerchief in frustration, jealousy blazing in her eyes.

“Hmph, that wretch only knows how to indulge in those young and beautiful concubines. Don’t I have piggy features too—pig snout, pig ears? What makes them better than me?” She frowned, touching the three layers of soft flesh around her waist, puzzled. “I’m not exactly slender either...”

…

Jiang Yan and the others quietly landed atop the roof of the chieftain’s chamber. The strange noises and the vibrations shaking the entire room made their faces flush and hearts race.

“Damn, these sounds... I can hardly bear to listen,” Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, clenching his fists, nearly unable to hold back from storming down to teach that pig a lesson. Such shamelessness in broad daylight—truly, the world was in decline.

Ji Chuxue’s cheeks reddened as she hastily covered Yun Yun’s ears, fearing the young girl’s innocence would be sullied by such embarrassing sounds.

“Cough, Master, are you here to enjoy the scenery?” Jiang Yan asked Lin Qi, puzzled.

Could it be that their master had deliberately planned to witness this scene? How indecent… Tsk tsk, who would have thought their master was so unseemly in his old age.

Yet Lin Qi sat calmly on the rooftop, gazing at the sky as if nothing were amiss. In broad daylight, not a single star twinkled—no one knew what exactly he was looking at.

“Wait...” Lin Qi burped, uttering the word, then promptly lay down and fell into a deep, even slumber.

Jiang Yan glanced at his master’s peaceful face, then remembered the unreliable little dwarf dragon. Ah, Master, you really aren’t very dependable!

He turned to Ji Chuxue, whose blush had yet to fully fade, and asked, “Senior sister, what should we do now?”

Ji Chuxue waved her hand, casting a soundproof barrier so their ears could finally rest, then spoke slowly, “Xiao Liu, let’s just wait. Though Master appears unreliable, his strength should not be underestimated. We must trust him.”

“Immortal, then we shall wait. I trust Master Immortal as well,” Li Dabao replied earnestly.

“Whoosh... whoosh...” Lin Qi’s snores boomed like thunder, as if affirming their trust.

Jiang Yan: “...” Trust a drunkard’s word? Is this really wise? Just stand around waiting? I can’t do that.

With a flash, Jiang Yan’s figure shifted, his neck cracking as he stretched, bones popping. “Senior sister, I’ll leave this place to you. I’m going down to deal with that pig.”

Before finishing his words, he leapt from the roof. The Mo Xie Sword instantly slid free from its sheath, its tip slicing the air with a sharp, piercing whistle.

“Mo Xie, go inside and bring that pig out,” Jiang Yan commanded.

“Yes, master.”

With a swift motion, Mo Xie transformed into a streak of black light, slashing through the tightly shut wooden door of the chieftain’s chamber.

Inside, a fierce “battle” was underway, the scene utterly indecent. Even Mo Xie’s sword felt uneasy, silently grateful that its master had not entered directly.

Amidst the white, intertwined pig bodies, Mo Xie quickly identified the chieftain’s figure. Without hesitation, it aimed for the chieftain’s rear and delivered a hard smack.

“Smack!” The crisp sound echoed throughout the room.

“Ouch! Who’s there?” The Pig Demon chieftain was startled awake, sitting up abruptly, confusion and anger flashing across his face.