Chapter 349: Chapter 349

"Boss, please don't add to the chaos..."

Xiaoyao hadn't expected that after discussion, not only had these women not decreased in number, but another one had been added—that was Guxing.

"I won't add to your chaos. I can protect you—my martial prowess is higher than yours." Guxing shook her head and said very naturally. She wasn't afraid that saying this would irritate Xiaoyao, because this was originally a fact, and Xiaoyao didn't mind this statement at all.

The higher Guxing's achievements, the happier Xiaoyao would be.

"That's right, one more person means one more to look after each other. With three Emperor Level martial artists here combined, protecting you, this little servant, you should feel honored," the Young Miss said directly at this moment, with a somewhat contemptuous feeling toward Xiaoyao. In terms of martial prowess, she could completely look down on Xiaoyao without disguise.

"Cough, cough..." The old man coughed a few times. He was reminding the Young Miss that there was another Emperor Level martial artist here.

"Three Emperor Level martial artists—this lineup is quite powerful. There shouldn't be any problems. Then let's do this, we'll go together." Xiaoyao frowned and finally nodded.

He knew these women were all very stubborn people. Once they decided to do something, there would be no change whatsoever. This could be seen from their past records.

Most importantly, according to that Demon Cult family record, having Emperor Level strength was sufficient for self-preservation when going to the Martial Arts Holy Land. With several of them going, there shouldn't be too much danger, as long as he was careful.

At the same time, as the Young Miss said, this was also an adventure. If successful, the cultivation of these people might advance by leaps and bounds—this indeed couldn't be missed.

Although the danger was unknown, life always needed a few adventures. As martial artists, they wouldn't mind taking risks even more. In this regard, Xiaoyao himself could also be considered a martial artist and could understand.

The only trouble was Third Miss Nangong—she alone was someone who didn't need to take risks. Xiaoyao didn't really want her to go, but it seemed he couldn't persuade her. Besides, this was also something an older sister should do. If even Nangong Suxin couldn't persuade her, then he had nothing to say.

The result was that Nangong Suxin's persuasion was ineffective. Xiaoyao could only take four girls to the Martial Arts Holy Land to explore that unknown secret realm and face unknown adventures.

"Good, it's decided then. When do we depart?" the Young Miss said immediately, as if afraid Xiaoyao would change his mind.

"Of course the sooner the better. I've already prepared everything. Get a larger carriage—we'll leave secretly. I estimate no one can track three Emperor Level martial artists," Xiaoyao counted the things he had bought, doing a final check.

"It's four..." the old man reminded, don't ignore this old man. Even if I'm weaker than these young ladies, I'm still a veteran Emperor Level martial artist.

"Oh, four." Xiaoyao nodded. "Almost forgot about you, old man."

You didn't almost forget—you simply didn't take this old man seriously...

"I'll go prepare the carriage. When do you want to depart?" Third Miss Nangong immediately went to prepare the carriage. She always handled such matters. Having the Young Miss do it was impossible, and having Nangong Suxin do it—sometimes Nangong Suxin was too busy to care. Gradually, it became customary for Third Miss Nangong to handle it alone.

"We'll depart once ready," Xiaoyao said casually.

Third Miss Nangong stopped, turned around, and asked somewhat puzzledly, "You mean we're leaving right away?" She obviously hadn't thought about leaving now. Not just her—no one here had expected to leave immediately.

Although everyone knew this matter would be urgent, at minimum they all thought they would start traveling tomorrow. At least they would prepare for one night—they needed time to prepare psychologically.

"Of course, we'll depart once ready—leave immediately right now. What are we waiting for here? I'll drive the carriage while you sleep in the carriage. This old man will naturally sit in front with me," Xiaoyao nodded and began making some packages. These things always had to be carried on their persons—the carriage was only temporary.

Fine, I'm a man so it's not inconvenient, and being outside isn't much. For the sake of going to the Martial Arts Holy Land, I'll endure it. Besides, those young ladies inside are no simple matter—they're all stronger than this old man, so this position is acceptable.

"You driving the carriage—won't that be too tiring? I'll call someone else," Third Miss Nangong said, but soon realized her words were foolish because this matter needed to be kept secret and couldn't involve other people.

"Fine, I was too stupid. I'll go find a good carriage."

"Mm." Xiaoyao could only nod.

"What do you mean 'mm'. Am I very stupid?"

Third Miss Nangong threw something at Xiaoyao, hitting his head...

Fortunately, it was just a sachet.

"Did I say anything just now..." Xiaoyao said very innocently, preparing to return the sachet to Third Miss Nangong, but soon realized this wasn't necessary.

"The sachet is made by Third Sister for you. It has your name on it. Don't be surprised—we all have one," Nangong Suxin said at this moment, taking out a sachet of the same style, just with a different name embroidered on it.

"So that's how it is. Third Miss's embroidery work is very good, and what's inside is also very nice," Xiaoyao smiled, casually putting the sachet in his chest, then continued with the work in his hands.

"Mo Yu, aren't you jealous?" Nangong Suxin beside her looked at the Young Miss and asked.

"Jealous? Jealous of what?" the Young Miss asked somewhat puzzledly.

"About Third Sister giving the little servant a sachet," Nangong Suxin said, though she didn't think her third sister was interested in Xiaoyao—it was just made incidentally.

"I have one too," the Young Miss replied. "What's there to be jealous about?"

"But we're all women, and the little servant is a man. When a girl gives such intimate things like sachets to a man, this is extraordinary," Nangong Suxin said with a smile, seeming to want to provoke the Young Miss's jealousy, or perhaps just wanting to see her reaction.

"I'd be jealous of others, but Xiaoyao is my brother. What would I be jealous about? If Susu likes Xiaoyao, brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. I'd give way to him." the Young Miss said very loyally, which was somewhat unexpected for Nangong Suxin.

"However, I believe Susu likes me. Giving to Xiaoyao is just because of my relationship—loving the house and its crow," the Young Miss continued, which was somewhat narcissistic and confident.

"..." Nangong Suxin decided to ignore the Young Miss and went to help Xiaoyao with something. However, she discovered she couldn't help with anything, which made her feel quite ironic.

What Xiaoyao was doing now was something girls should know how to do, but now she could only watch from the side. Fortunately, Mo Yu and Guxing beside her were the same as her, otherwise it would feel embarrassing.

What was Xiaoyao doing now?

Nangong Suxin was somewhat unclear. She only saw Xiaoyao cutting and sewing things with purchased cowhide, but couldn't tell what he was making yet.

"Xiaoyao, what are you making?" the Young Miss squatted beside him and asked.

"Making several large backpacks. Each of us will carry one, packing these things separately to ensure that even if we can't find food in the wilderness, we can survive for a period of time," Xiaoyao said while cutting the cowhide.

"So that's it—this is preparation. But why don't you just buy large backpacks? Making them yourself is so troublesome," the Young Miss knew this was necessary, but wondered why Xiaoyao didn't just buy them.

"The ones you buy directly aren't well designed—they can't separate things and don't allow you to find any item at any time," Xiaoyao replied. "Self-made ones are more useful and guarantee reliable quality—sturdy and durable. Anyway, it doesn't take much time and will be finished quickly."

"Oh, do you need help?" the Young Miss asked, though she felt the answer was obvious—Xiaoyao wouldn't need help because he would be faster working alone.

Sure enough, the Young Miss heard Xiaoyao's indifferent refusal—

"No need, I can handle it myself. I'm good at this, and I don't trust what you'd do—you're all beginners."

"I know, I was just asking." the Young Miss responded.

When Third Miss Nangong finished with the carriage, Xiaoyao had already made one backpack, packed things into it separately, then had the Young Miss take it to the carriage. Other things were also moved onto the carriage by servants.

After that, Xiaoyao had the old man drive while he continued sewing the cowhide backpacks beside him.

Sigh, driving the carriage—what's there to complain about? Only I know that place, so of course I'm leading the way.

The old man comforted himself and accepted this glorious position of coachman.

At least there's a young man beside me to keep me company—not too lonely, the old man comforted himself, but soon discovered this situation seemed about to change. The rıghtful source is novelFɪre.net

"Xiaoyao, come inside. It's not like we're not wearing clothes—there's nothing inconvenient about you being inside." the Young Miss suddenly thought of this and called out to Xiaoyao.

"Oh, I know," Xiaoyao nodded, greeted the old man, and went inside, leaving the old man alone outside wanting to cry.

This kid really has no conscience—values beauty over... over elderly...

Right, no respect for us old folks at all.

"Xiaoyao, you still haven't told us about your background—why is it now connected to the Martial Arts Holy Land?" the Young Miss sat beside Xiaoyao, watching him work busily with his hands, suddenly remembering this important matter. They only knew they were going to the Martial Arts Holy Land and that Xiaoyao's background had another change, but didn't know what was in between.

"Do you remember the old man outside mentioning that a young couple came out from the Martial Arts Holy Land? Coincidentally, this couple appeared in the small mountain village..." Xiaoyao began narrating while continuing his needlework.