Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chapter 103: Two Great Talents!

Jun Xizhu was extremely frustrated about encountering this situation!

Since arriving in the Extreme North Wilderness, she had changed out of her long-worn black clothes and donned her favorite simple outfit, appearing before a few trusted subordinates.

Young Master Wei had gone out today and had yet to return. Jun Xizhu felt worried, especially since she had just received news that the family that had a feud with Young Master Wei had also sent people to hunt ninth level spirit beasts in this Extreme North Wilderness.

Fearing for Young Master Wei's safety, and knowing that her other subordinates were clearly of no use, she had no choice but to set out personally to search for him. If anything were to happen to Young Master Wei, she was the only one in the entire Anzhuzhu organization that could help...

Naturally, her first stop in her search was Young Master Wei's old lair. She knew that Young Master Wei had a significant purpose in returning this time, specifically for this place.

Moreover, she was quite curious about Young Master Wei's secret lair, which he had never allowed anyone to set foot in...

Thus, for various reasons, Jun Xizhu made her way there.

Who would have thought that just as she arrived at Young Master Wei's lair, she would encounter two little rogues causing trouble! This truly left Jun Xizhu both angry and amused.

Especially the whistle, which sounded like a death knell, continuous and relentless. Anger surged in Jun Xizhu's heart, and she wanted to teach them a lesson. As she approached, she realized they were familiar faces; they were the sons of two significant families.

Jun Xizhu initially thought she would just give them a fierce glare to scare them off. Who knew that before she could even speak, these two well-known lazy fellows would start boasting and chatting away.

Writing articles and poetry?

Jun Xizhu cast a dark look at the two: "Rocky Luo, you can write articles? Ji Mo, you can write poetry?"

Rocky Luo and Ji Mo both trembled at that moment. Rocky Luo wiped away the sweat, feeling hot in such cold weather, stuttering, "Jun... Jun that Jun... so it's Lord Jun, haha... Lord Jun, spare me, cough cough, we were just... heh heh, just joking... really just playing... playing a bit... playing jokingly..."

Under Jun Xizhu's increasingly frosty gaze, Rocky Luo became more and more powerless, finally falling silent.

"Lord Jun, please don’t be angry... hee hee hee, Lord Jun, please hold back the thunder, take a moment to calm down... this this..." Ji Mo desperately rolled his eyes: "Hee hee... you must know that everyone has a love for beauty... this..."

"What this or that!" Jun Xizhu's anger surged again, her patience running thin. She leaped over, grabbed Rocky Luo, delivered a punch to Young Master Luo Er's belly, and then kicked him to the ground, stepping on his chest with a fierce expression: "Have you seen Young Master Wei?"

Rocky Luo and Ji Mo exchanged glances, instantly relieved: "Yes, yes, we saw him."

"Where?"

"Right inside... he hasn't come out yet, we're waiting for him here." The two answered in unison. This woman is terrifying...

"Inside?" Jun Xizhu sighed in relief. As long as nothing happened, she turned to look at the two rascals and immediately felt her temper flare.

Since Young Master Wei was safe, Jun Xizhu no longer felt rushed and decided to wait for him to come out, while also intending to deal with these two troublemakers.

With a swift kick to Rocky Luo, he let out a cry like a pig being slaughtered: "Rocky Luo! Write me an article! Quickly! Aren't you supposed to be good at it? You can even write for your sister-in-law, you're quite capable..."

Rocky Luo's face was as bitter as medicine: "Lord, Lord Jun... this this..."

"Hurry up and write!" Jun Xizhu commanded angrily: "If I don’t see a complete article today, Young Master Luo Er, others will have to write one for you. And it will be a funeral eulogy!"

Rocky Luo was internally lamenting, feeling like a mountain was pressing down on his chest, unable to move even a finger. Helplessly, he rolled his eyes and cried for help: "Third brother... help me write one..."