Huofeng (Part 2)

"She's strong," mumbled a youth, as Wang Chao's corpse tumbled all the way to his feet.

"That is to be expected, Young Master. After all, she is the direct disciple of Wutong Jiyuxuan, Lightning Rain Huofeng," stated one of the daoists donning a black daoist garb.

Around the youth were daoists adorned in yellow robes. Off to the side was a man in ragged clothing, eyes shut.

The youth didn't even spare Wang Chao's corpse a glance, instead asking, "Lightning Rain Huofeng… Argent Moon Qingluan's senior sister?"

Smiling, the elder in black answered, "If this old one is not mistaken, then yes. It is unlikely there is a second individual in the martial world who could execute Vajra Divine Might, besides Wutong Jin Yuxuan's direct disciples who learn Solid Jade Snow, in a flash with that much force and retract the force in the next instant."

The elder emphasised that only direct disciples of Wutong Ji Yuxuan could demonstrate that level of proficiency because their patriarch's criteria for direct disciples was even harsher than standard disciples - which many already deemed overkill. Direct disciples not only required innate aptitude but also exceptional beauty.

The nun, one of the Zi Wutong's three senior disciples, was the polar opposite of Argent Moon Qingluan, the latter being as cold as ice and the former fiery.

The youth, squinty eyes locked onto the nun's luscious thighs hiding under her plain robe, muttered, "Great. Great. Just my cup of tea, hehehe."

The elder in black made it clear that the last thing he cared about was shame, kissing up to his young master in the most ludicrous of ways.

"Amitabha, do not pollute my ears." Abbess Huofeng flicked her sleeve, dispersing the qi still lingering from her last palm strike. She pressed her hands together in a payer hand posture and conveyed, "It is insulting for you to call yourselves disciples of orthodox sects when you conduct yourself as depraved bandits. You… What are you looking at?"

"Hehehe, you, sweetie," replied the portly youth with a beer belly his deluxe clothes couldn't hide.

In all fairness, the youth wasn't an ugly man. The issue was his cheeks outgrowing the rest of his facial features. With the ratio of his face out of whack, his would-be striking eyes