More and more nicks and bleeding cuts covered the lank man. Ripping his clothes apart. He even lost his cloak at some point in the constant defensive posture he was forced into. Attempting to twist. Dodge. Dive. And a ton of other maneuvers to escape debilitating and death blows.

Jun was not holding back. Not an ounce of hesitation in her attempt to slit his throat if given the opportunity.

It confused Yin Hu. The girl was an odd case of either being the super confident and relentless cultivator he first witnessed during his arrival. Or the damsel too scared to fight back. Even against mortals. He was expecting much less than this, especially with her fear of branding.

YagWan and his disciples certainly looked the part.

He had been expecting to intervene once things got out of hand. Give Jun a taste of battle. Then slowly milk the presence of the three men into eventually breaking her out of it while they practiced their Tai Chi. Improving their meridians.

Away from prying eyes, of course. He had checked his rice bag quickly while everyone was distracted. It had multiple pavilions and massive tents they could use to hide themselves. Afford them an amount of privacy. One of them even prevented any sound from escaping the interiors of the thin cloth covers.

Even if the bullshit artist YagWan was around.

"Senior, please." YagWan looked back and forth between Yin Hu and the fight.

He was practically about to jump out of his seat. Fingers and knuckles white from how hard he gripped his chair's arms. Body tensing every time Jun's blade got too close. He seemed to groan and wince with every cut and scratch too as though he could feel it. Breathing hard and sweating.

"Her nascent Dao bolstered by her heavenly blade. It suffocates him. He can't fight back. Not until he unlocks his own. This is an unfair battle."

Dao? Suffocating? Nascent?

"Unfair?" Yin Hu tested the waters in an attempt to manipulate him for some information.

YagWan nodded. "The unbound spirit of her blade bolsters her forming nascent Dao. Just enough to affect him. Please, like this he would only die a long brutal death of a million cuts!"

That's… very good information. But not quite enough yet for me.

He was unsure what unbound spirit signified in this case. Was it the intensity of her battle spirit, aggressiveness, and ferocity. Was it YagWan making stuff up? Or was this more cultivator shenanigans? With weapons being strong enough to have awakened.

Yin Hu began to ponder, but was immediately forced out of it when he heard Jun's opponent shout.

He looked up. The lanky man was crawling back as Jun stalked towards him. Getting closer and closer. She pressed her 'WorldBane - Thin Eviscerating Grass Blade' into his neck. Drawing more blood. Tiny drops compared to the weeping injuries he had already sustained during the spar. He tried to speak, but the blade pressed harder.

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Jun was unaffected by it.

I need to step in or she'll kill the man.

He wasn't ready to have them step into the killing portion of being a cultivator yet. He needed to fix them mentally first. Iron out their weaknesses. Straighten their eccentricities and make sure there were no weaknesses someone evil could manipulate to turn them into Demonic Cultivators or into murderhobos.

Once they were ready, then he could ease them into it as proper clan members of his Hu Clan. They had a reputation to keep.

"Enough." Yin Hu said.

YagWan let out a loud breath of relief.

Jun retreated a dozen steps and snapped her blade back into its green sheathe. Standing sharp and straight. Her chin rose slightly while she attempted to hide the edges of a grin growing on her face. Clearly happy and proud of her accomplishment.

He nodded to her with a small smile of his own. "You did good, Jun. Well done."

She preened at his words.

Yin Hu tried to hide his own pleased smile to see his plan work already. Little words of positive reinforcement. It wasn't much, but it could be the difference for someone as mentally weak as Jun was. Constantly building her up to be better.

The old bullshitter next to him poured himself another cup of tea. Yin Hu shivered in disgust. Watching with morbid curiosity as YagWan actually started taking sips from his cup. Eyes crinkling at the taste. Forgetting that they had been not only caught, but that the only reason all three hadn't died was because he feared for Jun's and Shui's mentality.

He needed his nukes to not be homicide happy.

Now it was Shui's turn. Yin Hu couldn't help but feel anxious. The little girl bounced on her toes in sheer amount of excitement. Bubbling. Giggling to herself and whispering. Had he not known who she was as a pretty innocent kid, he would have separated himself from this area instantly.

YagWan noticed it too. His eyes drifting up and further up for no good reason. All color drained from his face. Tea cup and plate underneath clattering together in a cacophony of noise that seemed to dig into Yin Hu's brain.

The first pet peeve he discovered that wasn't directly linked to disappointment.

His fat disciple did the same. His head looked up vertically and straight into the sky. Both him and his master looked ready to lose their lunch.

"W-What is that?" The Fat disciple whispered loud enough for Yin Hu to hear.

YagWan jumped to his feet. "Gao Qiang! Run!"

Gao Qiang did not hear him. Frozen in his spot. Unable to make anything out in the sheer terror he exuded.

Yin Hu watched it all. Unable to see what they were looking at and what it had to do with Shui. He stood up. Taking a few steps to stand directly next to YagWan. His speed and strength more than enough for the clear pseudo master cultivator.

"Mount Tai—" Yin Hu started, but was cut off.

YagWan dropped into his seat. Eyes still stuck on whatever he was seeing. "A dragon only raises dragons. To think, at such a young age, she would master her weapon and gain access to its spirit fully? How is that even possible for something so… indomitable."

Fuck. Does that mean all my special weapons have spirits?! Like they are currently around right now and see me?! Does that mean they were there when I… I…?

Yin Hu felt a surge of flames rise to his head. Imagining every mortifying moment he had on the island when he was testing and playing around with weapons. The sounds he made acting like a master. Moments of embarrassment and shame while a weapon lay around him.

All his bullshit kung fu. The Darth Vader scene and screaming his lines out with a broken voice.

He fell back onto his seat just like YagWan. But for completely separate reasons connected by the existence of what should not be there. One of sheer terror and accepting death. The other out of utter embarrassment and shame, considering looking for a cliff to jump off of.

Both of them too busy to notice Shui lifting her hammer. The twinkle of her eyes. Shadows lifting its clawed paw the size of a mountain. Gao Qiang falling to his backside. Unable to move or run. Mr. Mo Mo rumbling like a storm as it prepared an attack strong enough to erase the fat disciple from the face of the earth.

She giggled like a psychopath. Dragging her hammer as she stalked towards Gao Qiang. Standing over him. Picking up her massive hammer over her head and preparing to squash him into paste. Not an ounce of mercy in her heart.

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