ushernet Chapter 114: The Shen Family Visitors
Chapter 114: The Shen Family Visitors
The person standing at the door was… indescribably bizarre.He wore a tight-fitting training suit that clearly showed off his muscular physique—but held a colorful lace handkerchief in one hand, had glossy, painted fingernails, and lipstick that shimmered on his lips.
And to top it off, he wore a pair of high heels.
Yes, high heels.
Despite all this, he still carried himself with an oddly serious and dignified expression.
But that illusion shattered the moment he opened his mouth.
“Oh, Young Master! It’s been so long! I missed you soooo much!” he cried, waving the handkerchief dramatically and mincing into the room with exaggerated steps.
“Shut up, you nosy old woman!” Shen Wuxiao snapped, goosebumps running down his arms.
Upon being scolded, Uncle De immediately clammed up but still let out a dainty snort and stamped his foot like a scolded princess.
Then, as soon as his gaze landed on Jiang Huaiyue, his eyes lit up. “This must be the young madam, right? Oh my! She’s stunning! As lovely as a spring blossom!”
While speaking, his eyes drifted over Jiang Huaiyue’s figure with deliberate curiosity.
Both Shen Wuxiao and Jiang Huaiyue froze for a moment, stunned.
Then Shen Wuxiao snapped back to his senses and looked around.
“Where the hell is my knife?!”
Uncle De quickly raised both hands in surrender, flustered. “Ah! Young Master, it was just a joke! Don’t be mad, please!”
Shen Wuxiao ground his teeth, clearly uncomfortable. “Why are you in Zhonghai?”
Uncle De, clearly at ease with Shen Wuxiao, casually sat down on the chair opposite him.
Just as he was about to speak, Shen Wuxiao interrupted, “Face the other way!”
Uncle De giggled, turned his chair around, and said, “I was finishing up a task nearby, about to head back. Then I got word from the Master. He told me to pick up a few bodies… so here I am!”
Shen Wuxiao nodded. “Perfect. Saves me the trouble of arranging transport.”
“But let me say this now—once those bodies are delivered, make sure my father deals with the people behind this. No excuses.”
Uncle De chuckled again. “Naturally. If anyone dares to try assassinating the young master, even if it’s their dog that helped them, that dog’s head will roll.”
“We might as well dig up their ancestors’ graves too.”
“Oh, by the way, Young Master,” Uncle De said with a twinkle in his eye, “when are you coming back?”
Shen Wuxiao leaned back. “I’ll return when I’m ready.”
“Uncle De, you know I’ve officially stepped onto the path of martial arts now. Before, I didn’t care, didn’t ask—but now I’m curious. What cultivation realm are you in?”
Shen Wuxiao really was curious. This oddball of a man might act flamboyant, but the strength behind that strange exterior was undeniable.
Uncle De pressed his handkerchief to his lips and smiled. “Oh, I’m nothing special. Just the sixth level of Martial Marquis.”
Shen Wuxiao nearly choked. “That’s not high?!”
“No, no, really,” Uncle De said sincerely. “I’m only at the sixth level of Martial Marquis. You’ve seen me fight those other old geezers before, right? I could never beat them.”
“Wait,” Shen Wuxiao frowned, “what level are they at then?”
Uncle De sniffed indignantly. “Hmph! They think I’m scared, but I’m not. I just can’t beat them. Some are Martial Kings, others Martial Sovereigns. There are stronger ones—those in secret divisions I don’t even know about.”
Jiang Huaiyue was stunned.
She had some understanding of ranks above Ninth Grade, but she’d never actually seen experts at those levels.
People of that caliber usually had no reason to meddle in worldly affairs.
Yet sitting in front of her now was a sixth-level Martial Marquis—a low-level member of the Shen family?
Then what about the mid-levels? The elites? The absolute top?
How terrifying must they be?
No wonder the Shen family was hailed as the number one family in the Dragon Country.
While Jiang Huaiyue was still marveling, Shen Wuxiao’s face turned dark.
“Damn it! You’re a sixth-level Martial Marquis, and my father assigned me a fifth-grade Martial Master as a bodyguard when I came to Zhonghai?”
“Is he trying to get me killed? Did he just hope I’d run into a strong enemy and get stomped?”
He slammed his hand down. “Back then, I only won fights by relying on numbers. If I’d had a ninth-grade expert, I wouldn’t have been humiliated by Lin Chen!”
“Sure, I didn’t die, but I was still beaten. The young master of a top family, beaten like some random thug—what a disgrace!”
In truth, had the original plot unfolded, Lin Chen’s plotline would’ve ruined him. Though Shen Wuxiao didn’t die, the defeat and shame were real.
If only he’d had a ninth-grade bodyguard…
Of course, that plot didn’t include Uncle De either. Shen Wuxiao himself had been incompetent back then and got replaced. Then he got beaten. Liu Qingqing stepped in and persuaded him not to take revenge.
Pathetic.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He suddenly felt the urge to go find Liu Ruyan and destroy Liu Qingqing’s portrait.
Dig her up and throw her away!
Uncle De chuckled awkwardly.
“Young Master, the Master had his own reasons. Those above the ninth rank—once they reach Martial Prime—rarely involve themselves in worldly matters.”
“Is that some Martial Arts Association rule?” Shen Wuxiao asked.
“No, no,” Uncle De scoffed. “The Martial Arts Association is nothing. I think the Master just wants you to live freely and enjoy life. Be wild while you still can.”
Shen Wuxiao waved him off. “Whatever. I don’t care anymore.”
“Just take the bodies and go. I need rest.”
He now had a new understanding of the Shen family.
He used to only think of power and position. But now, he realized—the family’s strength was far more terrifying than he imagined.
His father, hailed as the strongest man in Dragon Country… What kind of cultivation must he have reached?
Known: The family is insane.
Unknown: There’s probably no ceiling to their power.
Conclusion: You can be even more ruthless.
Uncle De slowly got up and tried to salute.
“Don’t!” Shen Wuxiao barked. “No need! Just leave!”
“Hmph! Young Master, you weren’t like this before!” Uncle De pouted, flipping his short bangs.
“Well then, Master, Madam, I’ll take my leave…”
As he turned to go, his eyes landed on Huang Luoyan, fast asleep in the nearby bed.
He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide.
“Oh my god~~!” Uncle De shrieked.
Shen Wuxiao jolted. That shrill voice could pierce concrete.
“Young Master! Is… is this the other Young Madam?” Uncle De pointed excitedly at the unconscious woman.
“No,” Shen Wuxiao replied instantly.
“No?” Uncle De stepped forward anyway. He examined Huang Luoyan closely, then took her pulse.
His eyes lit up. “She is the one! She’s perfect!”
“Can I take her as my apprentice?”
It was the most excited Shen Wuxiao had ever seen him. The man was practically trembling.
“Huh?” Shen Wuxiao raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me she has some extraordinary bone structure or is a once-in-a-million genius?”
Uncle De shook his head. “No, but she’s ideal for learning my techniques. I swear, if she trains under me, her achievements will surpass mine!”
“Some fates you can’t force. You meet people like her once in a lifetime.”
Shen Wuxiao didn’t see anything special about her—but that was the thing about experts. They had insights that others didn’t.
“Why are you asking me? Ask her,” Shen Wuxiao said casually.
Uncle De was a loyal family member. If he accepted Huang Luoyan as a disciple, she’d be marked as part of the Shen family.
If she ever betrayed them… she wouldn’t live to regret it.
Uncle De was so happy he burst out laughing, spinning in joy, nearly dancing a full cha-cha right there in the hospital ward.