Chapter | 2 [Monkey Crushing Peaches]

Chapter | 2.

Han Jue wanted to make fun of his predecessor's stupidity, but when he realised that he had just passed away in a way that might have been more idiotic, he shut his mouth and began to look around the cell he had been kept in.

Han Jue was confined in a small cell with nothing useful inside, and as he was chained up and required to remain upright for these consecutive seven days, he was growing increasingly thirsty and his tongue had become so dehydrated that it was almost turning into adhesive which almost opened the first chapters of the book titled torture for him.

"Oh, would you look at this, our visitor has finally decided woke up."

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps near the bars, followed by a clicking noise, and two burly-looking men dressed in grey robes entered the cell.

'Haiz, someone's finally here.' Though Han Jue was reluctant to come off as ignorant, but when he noticed someone walking inside the cell, he exhaled a sigh of relief since if he don't have anything that he could fill his belly with at that point, he wasn't sure if he was going to make it alive after more than an hour or perhaps some minutes, so he took his chances and asked, "may I have a glass of water, please?"

"Oh, aren't you an audacious one? But don't you cultivators just feed on some Qi or something bullshit like that?" The guard replied sarcastically as he approached Han Jue.

Hearing what the guard had just said, Han Jue wanted to face palm himself, but his condition prevented him from doing so, so he went another route. "Are you retarded, or did you just flush your brain instead of poo this morning? Being that I don't think what you're saying makes any sense right now." Han Jue responded like a true gentleman, but a straight punch immediately followed his words and landed on his abdomen.

Keugh.. Cough..

The guard said while opening his mouth and grinned stupidly as Han Jue coughed up some blood and had tears in his eyes from the pain. "You better watch your damn mouth, cultivator, because even though you have a violent tongue, my fist can be even more violent at any time."

"Stop right there, bai Lan, mistress wouldn't like it if you hurt him any more than that." The second guard, who was silently watching from the sidelines, intervened because he was aware of Bai Lan's obsession with mistress and his excessively violent behaviour.

Bai Lan, whose hand had already risen in the air in order to knock the day out of Han Jue, came to a halt just as he heard the mention of a person whom he could never defy, and afterwards, turning back towards his fellow guard, he declared, "why don't you go up and update mistress and bring back some water to drink as well for this punk, till that I will continue to keep a close eye on him."

"Are you sure?" The other guard inquired since, in his heart, he felt imminent danger, yet after Bai Lan gave him a thumbs up and assured him that everything would be fine, the guard took a deep breath, pushing the matter aside for now and walked out of the cell.

Bai Lan stood frozen on the spot where he was standing for literally a minute, as if focused on a certain thing, but then he gingerly turned around with a wide grin on his face and walked right in front of Han Jue, reaching for the collar of his robe and yelling, "now it's just the two of us, you bogus cultivator bastards."

Drowning in a sea of rage and enviousness, bai Lan wanted to see Han Jue beg; perhaps only Han Jue's begging and humiliated visage could quench down his anger or at least give him some satisfaction at this point, yet disappointingly, Han Jue did not feel the same as he bared a wicked smile on his face that made it look like he was a predator and bai Lan was his prey.

Taking a deep breath, Han Jue opened his mouth and whispered in a creepy tone, "certainly, it's just you and me now." And before Bai Lan could comprehend what he was saying, Han Jue gritted his teeth, grabbed the heavy chains with both hands, exerting his entire body's weight on his helpless hands.

"You fucktard… ugh, appreciate the taste of my personal favorite martial art, "monkey smashing peach"."

Han Jue, who had been struck in the abdomen, had been patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike back. Who knew, though, that the prey would present the opportunity, and within minutes no less. Han Jue only needed to use an attack technique that would unquestionably deal a full degree damage. And being an vile author, if he couldn't accomplish that much, there was no point in living, so he lifted his entire body into the air, and now that he could feel his legs again, he threw a sharp kick between both of Bai Lan's legs.

crunch*

The sound of eggs being crushed reverberated in the cell as the sharp kick perfectly landed on its target, followed by a shrill cry of agony as bai Lan fell down on his knees while holding both of his family jewels.

Han Jue was dissatisfied when he saw Bai Lan twisting down in front of him like a sterilised animal given that he knew what would happen when this individual recovered from the pain, so he thought, "it appears unlikely that I will be able to get out of a crisis like this."

[Condition have been met ; sending the rest of plagiarised techniques in host's mind]

Ding...

[system is being initiated; please wait]

Han Jue, startled by the bizarre mundane noises, looked within the cell, however, when he heard the mention of system, he panicked, considering he knew there was a serious possibility of him getting unconscious as a consequence of that as well as the plagiarised techniques, the total number of which is likely to be in the tens of thousands.

'Why the fuck do you always have to appear at the worst possible time?' Han Jue almost cried out.