Chapter 437: 437-colored Jurchen is about to make a move!
Deep Sleep Barrier! Mu Hanyan suddenly realized which barrier Ye Yanran had employed. She gently bit her tongue tip and swiftly regained lucidity.
The Deep Sleep Barrier was rumored to submerge opponents of far lesser strength in slumber, while those with comparable power would experience a moment of mental stupor. Its downside was that any stimulation would cause an immediate recovery to consciousness.
Fortunately, Mu Hanyan’s strength was inherently superior to Ye Yanran’s, and with precautions already in place, she effortlessly dissolved her Barrier Technique.
However, Ye Yanran was apparently oblivious to this fact, observing the still and unmoving Mu Hanyan with a faintly visible face that betrayed a smug satisfaction.
"There you go, meddling in other people’s business again. This time I’ll take back everything, with interest," Ye Yanran mumbled with a smirk and a contemptuous twist of her mouth, speaking quietly as though she lacked complete confidence in her own Barrier Technique and dared not be too loud.
After saying this, Ye Yanran started to float around the room, yes, clad in black from head to toe, dust-free, truly flitting and drifting like a ghost.
"What kind of man brings so much clothing along when he goes out? Such a sissy," Ye Yanran commented disdainfully as she casually rifled through the bag Mu Hanyan had placed on the table.
"Look at you posing pretentiously, I thought you were someone significant, yet you don’t even have anything of value," she scoffed as she searched further but found nothing precious, her contempt for Mu Hanyan growing.
"Hmph, no money is one thing, but where is the Token? This guy must be keeping his valuables close to his body," Ye Yanran suddenly remembered something important, her eyes brightening as she approached Mu Hanyan.
"Not bad-looking, quite the pretty boy," Ye Yanran leaned down to scrutinize Mu Hanyan a bit closer, her words ambiguously sounding like both praise and mockery.
"Hehe, why not just strip this guy naked and toss all his clothes out? Let’s see how he faces people tomorrow," Ye Yanran’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, eyes gleaming as she said, "This fellow must have a good figure. Tsk tsk, a nice face and a nice body too."
Listening to these words, Mu Hanyan felt a twitch in her heart, "Damn it! That thuggish tone... This girl isn’t seriously considering stripping me of my clothes, is she?"
Knowing the drawbacks of the Deep Sleep Barrier, Ye Yanran didn’t immediately proceed to undress Mu Hanyan. Instead, she carefully poked Mu Hanyan with her finger before cautiously beginning to unfasten her clothing.
"F*ck, damn it, you’re really going for it! Aren’t you afraid of getting styes in your eyes?" Mu Hanyan cursed inwardly, astounded that this brat dared to act so brazenly.
If she were really a man, being taken advantage of in some small way might be tolerable, but the problem was she wasn’t; she was a woman! Disguised as a man for so many years, she didn’t want her identity revealed in such a manner.
Without further thought, Mu Hanyan threw a punch.
"Ah!" Ye Yanran, struck solidly in the eye socket by that punch, was sent flying as if hit by a heavy carriage.
The inn’s brick wall was no match for the stone walls of the Mu Family; she crashed through, leaving a person-sized hole, and flew out of it.
Eh! Mu Hanyan looked in surprise at her fist. In truth, she hadn’t put much force behind it. With Ye Yanran being an Eighth Rank Swordsman, even if she couldn’t dodge, she shouldn’t have been entirely defenseless. Why did it feel like she hit a normal person devoid of any cultivation?
Oh no, had she killed her? With the recollection of the urgent tone of Star Illusion Thousand Machine and the inexplicable sorrow in its murmuring, although unclear of the exact circumstance, Mu Hanyan worried she might have accidentally killed Ye Yanran. She leaped to her feet and dashed out through the gaping hole.