[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 75

Chapter 75: Yuan’an Seeks Her Wife

Xue Mu and Diwu Miaofu stayed at the Blue Wind Mountain Sect for several days. Seeing that the fifteenth of the eighth month was approaching, Xue Mu circulated her internal breath in the room to suppress and dissolve the stubborn Fire Poison remaining in her body. With the help of the mantra Wu Qing taught her, the Raging Tide Poison had weakened somewhat, but the Heart-Devouring Gu made Xue Mu very worried.

Sect Leader Qi Qing didn’t know how to deal with or remove this poisonous Gu worm. She thought Xue Duanhun was reckless to do such a thing as fighting poison with poison, but unexpectedly it really worked.

“It seems this Heart-Devouring Gu of yours is also a big trouble. When your master committed suicide… Hmph, she definitely didn’t think about your Heart-Devouring Gu,” Sect Leader Qi Qing said. Xue Mu heard great resentment and hatred in her words and remained silent.

Sect Leader Qi Qing had her master in her heart, but her master was dead. Even if she said disrespectful things about her master, her master couldn’t hear them. Sigh, in this world, only the word “love” is the most troublesome. There is sweetness, resentment, hatred, and never interacting until death.

Sigh, she thought of Yuan’er. I wonder if Yuan’er shattered the wheelchair with a foul face in the Dugu Manor. I’ve been staying at the Blue Wind Mountain Sect these days; I don’t know if the Dugu Manor can find my trace?

As Xue Mu’s thoughts ran wild, she heard Diwu Miaofu say, “Sister Xue, did that woman in your family also do something terrible to you, so you ran away?”

Xue Mu was stunned for a while before realizing what Diwu Miaofu said. “Sister, do you also have a family?”

Diwu Miaofu shouted, “I don’t! I met a particularly scary woman in Jiangnan! That woman pestered and bullied me, it was terrifying!”

Xue Mu was startled. “What does that mean? What do you mean a woman pestered and bullied you?”

Somehow, Diwu Miaofu felt guilty, her eyes wandering. “Sigh, Sister Xue, some things cannot be easily told to you. You just need to know that a woman bullied me!”

“You are so young, how could you be bullied by a woman? What did you do to that woman to make her bully you?” Xue Mu wondered.

“—Oh my!” Diwu Miaofu screamed, rolling around on the large communal bed, covering her face with the quilt. Xue Mu found it funny and didn’t intend to get to the bottom of it.

“Alright, alright, I won’t ask you,” Xue Mu said.

Wearing the Taoist robe prepared by the Blue Wind Mountain Sect, Diwu Miaofu said happily, “Sister Xue, I also want to learn the martial arts of the Blue Wind Mountain Sect.”

Xue Mu smiled. “You little girl, if you want to learn the kung fu of the Blue Wind Mountain Sect, you have to take the Sect Leader or other elders of the Blue Wind Mountain Sect as your master first. How can it be learned so simply?”

Diwu Miaofu rolled her eyes and said, “Then I’ll take Sister Xue as my master!”

Xue Mu said, “Haha, how am I qualified to accept disciples? Sister, don’t talk nonsense!”

Diwu Miaofu snorted. “My ‘Suspicious Shadow Fist’ is not necessarily worse than the kung fu of the Blue Wind Mountain Sect!”

Over the past few days, Xue Mu learned some of Diwu Miaofu’s past. For example, she was often cheated out of her hard-earned silver by others, or tricked into going to other places and sold by human traffickers to other families or brothels, but she desperately escaped by herself. After growing up, she learned some martial arts and, after pondering for a while, created the “Suspicious Shadow Fist.”

When a person has doubts and suspicions about others, their heart is often chaotic, but it can stimulate a powerful force, enhancing their own skill. Over years of bitter cultivation—maybe not bitter cultivation, just that she found it interesting—Diwu Miaofu merged this negative emotion with the fist techniques she learned, finally creating the Suspicious Shadow Fist technique.

When punching, if the puncher is full of suspicion, the fist momentum will be as violent as a storm. Not only doubting others, but also doubting the environment, and even doubting oneself, doubling the power of the fist technique. The enemy can also feel the puncher’s inner doubts, causing interference in their own heart, doubting their own actions and judgments, and thus falling into chaos.

Diwu Miaofu said that when she uses this set of fist techniques, she can gain insight into the opponent’s feints and illusions. The heavier the suspicion, the more falsehoods the fist technique can see through. As the saying goes, all dharmas are empty; the Suspicious Shadow Fist can break ten thousand dharmas. The Suspicious Shadow Fist can attack and defend. The fist strikes like a shadow, reality and illusion hard to predict. Because the puncher’s mind fluctuates, the fist force also follows like a shadow, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making it difficult for the enemy to predict the rhythm of the moves and the direction of the attack. Utilizing the power of suspicion to gain insight into the opponent’s flaws, every punch approaches a vital point.

Diwu Miaofu also gave interesting names to the moves of the fist technique herself. Hearing them, Xue Mu truly felt a desire to learn rising from her heart. Names like “Shadow Suspicion Confusing the Heart,” “Suspicion Breaks Falsehood,” “Layered Suspicious Shadows,” “Suspicion Breaks Ten Thousand Dharmas,” etc. When Diwu Miaofu used the moves, her movements were too fast, changing unpredictably like virtual shadows. Xue Mu couldn’t even see clearly, let alone learn.

Xue Mu asked her, “Then if you want to use this kind of fist technique to enhance your skill, wouldn’t you have to maintain the greatest suspicion towards everyone? If so, how dare you trust me and follow me up Blue Wind Mountain?”

Diwu Miaofu caught a squirrel on a pine tree, holding it in her arms and kissing it repeatedly. Then she took out a green jade pendant from her bosom and waved it in front of the squirrel to tease it.

Hearing Xue Mu’s words, she said with an innocent face, “Whether my suspicion is heavy or light is determined by my heart. Seeing Sister Xue, I have very little suspicion, so I am willing to follow Sister Xue. If Sister Xue increases my suspicion, then I will ignore Sister Xue and leave alone!”

Xue Mu was truly speechless, smiling and praising her for being amazing.

On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, she got up at the Hour of the Rabbit. Sensing the surging heat in her body, although restless, it was much more docile under the suppression of that mental cultivation mantra. Xue Mu circulated the Ling Heart Secret Technique. Looking at the morning sun faintly revealing a red light on the far horizon from the edge of the waterfall cliff, she inadvertently looked towards the mountain gate and shook all over upon seeing the visitor!

She cried out softly and hurriedly used her lightness skill to rush down!

“—Yuan’er!”

Holding double crutches, Dugu Yuan’an looked up quietly at Xue Mu flying towards her. A trace of relaxation flashed across her brows and eyes. Zi’ang stood beside her, holding a box and looking at Xue Mu indignantly. Her lips moved, seeming to want to say something, but seeing Xue Mu rush down and pull Dugu Yuan’an into her arms, she stopped talking.

“Yuan’er, Yuan’er, why did you come!” Xue Mu’s mind trembled greatly. For a moment, pity, remorse, and emotion flooded her heart. Embracing Dugu Yuan’an’s slender waist, her eyes moistened. “You traveled all the way to find me, is your body okay?”

Dugu Yuan’an examined her face, gently wiping away the hot tears at the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and said softly, “My wife abandoned me and ran away by herself. Naturally, I had to chase after her.”

Xue Mu wanted to pick her up, but Dugu Yuan’an said, “Before the mountain gate, one must not be rude. Carry me on your back.”

Xue Mu said, “Okay! Okay! I’ll carry you!” So she carried Dugu Yuan’an on her back and walked slowly up the stone stairs.

Lying on her back, Dugu Yuan’an said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“Missed you so much, Madam.”