Chapter 9: The Turmoil in Flowerless Palace (1)
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East Sea Islands, Flowerless Palace.
After Luo Ying and the male character left, Fatty was left alone to keep watch near the camp of Flowerless Palace.
He knew roughly where White Peach was being held but couldn’t get close without raising alarms.
First off, his gigantic size made him unforgettable to the Flowerless Palace’s disciples, so he didn’t dare show his face; second, the palace had beefed up its security, with patrols marching day and night without a break.
This left Fatty hiding in some hidden corner of the Flowerless Palace for an entire day, barely daring to move.
With his figure, missing a meal was torture, let alone an entire day without food.
As the clock struck midnight, Fatty finally couldn’t take it anymore.
He needed to fill his belly; he wanted to feast and delight in the flavors of life!
So, after carefully dodging a squad of female guards, he followed the tantalizing scent of food right into the kitchen behind the dining hall.
There were leftover rice, eggs, and some cooking oil.
For a foodie, surviving on scraps was just standard procedure.
Egg fried rice incoming!
Convinced that the kitchen was empty, Fatty rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
But just as the fragrant egg fried rice was ready to be served, several cold, sharp swords unexpectedly placed themselves at his throat.
Fatty, “……”
Wait, could I at least get a bite before you send me off?
Starving mad, Fatty was dragged off to a secret room.
What awaited him was a serious questioning session.
Even though he was still wearing that oversized dress, just thinking about how ruthless women could be made his legs tremble.
What if they discovered he was actually a man?
He shuddered at the thought of the wrath that would follow.
Now, all he could do was leave his fate in the hands of the universe.
His hands were tied securely behind him, and he was pushed into a chair by two female guards.
Right in front of him sat a woman with high cheekbones and a gaunt face; even in the dim flicker of firelight, her eyes glistened with a sharp intensity.
She was no ordinary Flowerless Palace disciple, Fatty’s brain instantly clicked—this woman was a big deal.
“What’s your name?” the woman asked.
“Duan… Xiaomei…”
That was the fake name Luo Ying had given him, in case someone from the Flowerless Palace came asking.
“Why did you sneak into Flowerless Palace?”
“Sneak in? No way! Just a few days ago, I was a guest at Flowerless Palace. What’s a place we can’t go to?”
The woman glanced at the female guards beside her; they whispered something before she nodded.
“You’re Luo Ying’s disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect?”
“Yep!”
Fatty puffed out his chubby chest, and through the layer of his thin dress, he looked just like any woman.
Heh, the Heavenly Sword Sect is the top of the seven great sects!
Though he wasn’t quite sure why the Great Palace Master and the Second Palace Master had a feud, surely Flowerless Palace would show some respect to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“k*ll him, but make sure to dispose of the body properly!”
“Yes, Senior Sister.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this script feels all wrong!
How can you just up and decide to k*ll me?
Don’t you care about the Heavenly Sword Sect’s reputation?
“Why are you killing me?” Fatty wailed.
The woman shot him a glance, her tone nonchalant, “Just a mere disciple. What can killing you possibly change?
Besides, I absolutely loathe chubby women who only know how to gorge themselves. If a woman can’t even control her size, what right does she have to exist in this world? She might as well reincarnate as a pig!”
Fatty, “……”
Holy moly! Did I somehow offend you, woman? Why the outright disdain for the chubby folks?
No wonder he hadn’t encountered any plump ladies during his aimless wandering in the Flowerless Palace the other day.
He found himself in a loop of despair.
If he denied being a woman, that’d give them a reason to suspect he was a man, which meant game over anyway.
After all the sneaky hustling just to help the Second Palace Master White Peach and boost his own presence, if he died now, all his efforts would be in vain.
If he trekked back to the Heavenly Sword Sect’s resurrection point and made his way back to Flowerless Palace, everything would be too late!
The woman seemed to have lost interest in talking with him.
She leaned back in her chair, beckoning to two female swordswomen, who advanced with swords drawn, ready to take action in this secret room.
Fatty started to panic.
Flashbacks of the last couple of days rushed through his mind, all the livestreaming he had secretly browsed through for entertainment.
These days, the talk of the town wasn’t the seven great sects but a mysterious organization called Extermination of Immortals, which had just helped Cold Wind City fend off White Feather City’s assault.
As a forum expert, how could he not be aware of the groundbreaking events in the gaming world?
If it weren’t for his fear of being judged for his female attire, he would have already set up a livestream for some serious cash grabs.
“You can’t k*ll me! I’m from Extermination of Immortals!”
Fatty declared, seizing the moment.
Sure enough, upon hearing “Extermination of Immortals,” the woman’s expression shifted, her interest piqued, and she halted the execution.
“You’re from Extermination of Immortals?”
Her demeanor turned serious, her scrutinizing gaze locking onto him.
“I don’t believe it; Extermination of Immortals wouldn’t recruit someone as stupid and plump as you!”
Fatty was on the verge of fainting.
Why was this nasty woman so intent on bashing him?
But there was no time to ponder this question.
He had to convince her if he wanted any shot at survival.
“I’m a junior member of the Demon-Slaying Squad for Extermination of Immortals, dedicated to gathering intel on the Heavenly Sword Sect. For instance, this visit by Luo Ying to Flowerless Palace was supposedly a reunion with White Peach, but in reality, it’s to investigate Ji Shen’s whereabouts.”
“Ha, we already know that.”
The woman’s patience seemed to be wearing thin, her fingers drumming increasingly faster on the table.
“Luo Ying doesn’t know my true identity, and I stayed behind specifically to check the relationship between the Flowerless Palace top brass and Ji Shen. After all, Ji Shen stirred up quite a ruckus in the East Sea, and the Flowerless Palace, being the ruler of the islands, couldn’t possibly be oblivious.”
The woman scoffed, “So, what did you find? Did you think the egg fried rice made with our rice tasted particularly good?”
Fatty, “……”
Oh come on……
“k*ll her!” The woman’s gaze turned frosty.
The sword was just a hair’s breadth from his throat! But after a quarter of an incense stick’s burning, the sword’s owner would abandon their killing intent completely,
Because I decided to tell a lie. Sure, I’d told countless lies in my life, but this one felt like the pièce de résistance…
“The master of Extermination of Immortals, Cold Moon Witch, is actually my lover, but she doesn’t want anyone knowing she likes women, so she secretly stashed me in Sky Sword City. However, she comes to find me regularly, and we whisper sweet nothings and roll in bed; we’re in love, yes, I am the other half of Cold Moon Witch.”
Fatty rushed to spill his tale, instantly realizing something was off.
What the heck? How did I come up with such a bizarre story on the fly? This is ridiculous!
Surely there’s no way to actually bind myself to the Cold Moon Witch like this—what the heck!
Only a ghost would believe that!
But to his surprise, the surrounding female swordsmen suddenly dropped their weapons, tears in their eyes, their gazes filled with anguish and an understanding only women could share.
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Duan Xiaomei: Anyone who doesn’t vote, I’ll pay a visit tonight and play naughty games with them.
