Chapter 42 - 42
Shen Qingqiu jumped from the bare wooden floor and, under the influence of his subconscious mind, patted his body. His clothes were still all there.
However, even though his clothes were actually intact, he didn't want to wear them any longer since he now felt as though they could be torn off at any time!
Shen Qingqiu decided to "borrow" someone else's clothes to wear. Who would have thought that just as he finished "borrowing" and jumped down from the eaves, he would find several people staring at him wide-eyed when he turned around?
The enemies he met on this narrow road1 were actually the same disciples he had seen last night when the festival was in full swing. He did not say a word. The man who was the leader of the other group immediately drew his weapon and shouted in a frenzy: "Shen Qingqiu, you really were in this city! Today, my sect's iron-fisted2disciples will enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"
It really was the standard script but why was there now a part about "enforcing justice on behalf of heaven?" Yesterday, weren't they talking about the reward from Huan Hua Palace? Was it fun to say one thing behind a person's back and another when they were face-to-face with each other?
By the way, what is this "iron-fisted" thing about? I've never heard of it!
Shen Qingqiu was too lazy to bother with them. He flung a few freshly made talismans that pasted themselves onto the cultivators' foreheads. Their limbs went stiff and none of them had the chance to block the talismans.
Shen Qingqiu was in a bad mood. After he finished sticking the talismans on those people, he slowly made a gesture as though he was tearing something.
The next moment, the disciples discovered that they had no control over their bodies and were moving by themselves.
"What are you doing?! Why are you tearing up my clothes?!"
"Aren't you tearing my clothes off, too?!"