AMSSO-Chapter 61: A Generous Gift of Thanks

Mu Shiyue was amused by Hu Niu’s shamelessness.

Although no one knew exactly how old Hu Niu was, and she’s about to become a mother, her personality was still like that of a child.

But Mu Shiyue didn’t have time to dwell on that, because Wen Yan couldn’t resist speaking up.

“Hello?”

“Ying!”

Little Sesame looked over first, its dark round eyes curiously staring at this unfamiliar human.

Wen Yan’s heart was instantly struck.

spirit beast cubs were truly far too adorable!

“Hello.” Mu Shiyue patted Little Sesame and gave Wen Yan a smile.

“Sect Master Mu, this is my mother, Wen Yan.” Ke Chongbo quickly jumped out to introduce them. “Mom, this is the Sect Master of Wanxuan Sect!”

“Wanxuan Sect?” Wen Yan was stunned.

The name sounded imposing, but she had never heard of it before.

“That’s right.” Mu Shiyue smiled cheerfully. “We are Wanxuan Sect, just a small sect, not worth mentioning.”

But once these words came out, Wen Yan’s heart grew more serious.

Generally speaking, when people introduced their sect, they always exaggerated.

After all, no one wanted others to look down on them.

When traveling outside, everyone would fly the biggest banner they could.

Only those from great sects would modestly say their sect was small.

Those with true confidence would instead be humble.

Moreover, Mu Shiyue’s warm and confident smile showed no trace of nervousness or unease.

This made Wen Yan even more certain that Mu Shiyue was absolutely not merely at Gold Core like she appeared!

A low cultivation couldn’t pretend to be higher, but a high cultivation could restrain its pressure and appear harmless.

Wen Yan had lived many years, traveling far and wide, meeting countless people.

She had seen small figures putting on the act of experts, and also hidden powerhouses who played the pig to eat the tiger.

In her eyes, Mu Shiyue was clearly the latter!

Her thoughts raced. Wen Yan grabbed Ke Chongbo and turned toward Mu Shiyue with a radiant smile, “I’ve already heard from Xiao Bo about what happened before. Thank you, Sect Master Mu, for your help! If not for you, Xiao Bo might’ve already…”

By the end, her smile had faded.

Although Ke Chongbo hadn’t gone into much detail in his message, being hunted by four Gold Core cultivators was definitely life-threatening!

Thus, Mu Shiyue and her people were the lifesaving benefactors of their entire family!

“Yes, they saved me!” Ke Chongbo also nodded obediently, then turned and urged, “Mom, so did you bring the gifts?”

Wen Yan: “…”

What a useless son, she really didn’t want him anymore!

Nagging nonstop, making it seem as if she hadn’t wanted to repay them!

“I brought them.” Wen Yan gritted her teeth. But what could she do? This was her son, so she had to endure!

“Then hurry and take them out!” Ke Chongbo urged excitedly. “Did you bring the spirit fruit trees?”

“…I brought them.”

“And honey?”

“…I brought it.”

“And—”

“Shut up!” Wen Yan couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed Ke Chongbo’s ear, twisting it to make him shut his mouth.

“Ow ow ow, mom!” Ke Chongbo cried out, baring his teeth in pain.

“Apologies, Sect Master Mu, for letting you see this joke. He’s young and ignorant, please forgive him.” Wen Yan apologized sincerely to Mu Shiyue.

“It’s fine. Children are naturally a bit lively.” Mu Shiyue smiled and shook her head, only finding Wen Yan’s politeness notable. She even used “您” with her.

Mu Shiyue had already heard from Ke Chongbo that Wen Yan was nearly two hundred years old.

Even counting her previous life, Mu Shiyue was only a bit over a hundred. In front of Wen Yan, she was hardly worthy of such respect.

As for cultivation, Wen Yan was a Spirit Severing Stage powerhouse, while she’s currently only at Gold Core.

But it must be Wen Yan’s courtesy, so Mu Shiyue didn’t overthink it, nor did she correct her.

Little did she know that her calm acceptance of “您” only made Wen Yan regard her with greater weight.

—What kind of small-time cultivator could accept such respect from a Spirit Severing Stage expert without blinking?

Moreover, she had even called Ke Chongbo a “child”!

That benevolent expression was not something a young person would have!

Wen Yan’s esteem for Mu Shiyue grew deeper and deeper, her smile becoming even more deferential.

“Thank you, Sect Master Mu, for saving our lives. We’ve brought a small gift this time, I hope you’ll like it.” Wen Yan said respectfully.

The disciples behind her, seeing their master so deferential, felt awe as well, all showing respectful expressions.

If even their master treated her like this, how could they dare show anything else?

And truly, Mu Shiyue did look every bit the great figure!

Especially with a Soul-Devouring Tiger glaring nearby, none of them dared move recklessly.

Their unanimous respectful demeanor made Mu Shiyue raise her brows and sigh inwardly.

—Indeed, they’re all polite and decent people.

“There’s no need to be so formal. We just happened to be there.” Mu Shiyue smiled. “If it’d been someone else, they would’ve helped too.”

But Wen Yan shook her head firmly, “That’s not how it is! At the time, it was perilous, and only you would’ve acted. If it’d been someone else, they probably would’ve run away!”

She wasn’t blaming others, that’s just reality.

Who would risk themselves to save a stranger being hunted?

Even they, when encountering such a situation, would’ve weighed the pros and cons.

Ke Chongbo also nodded, “Yes, if not for you all, I might’ve already been dead!”

Since they’d said so much, Mu Shiyue didn’t argue further.

Truthfully, if Ke Chongbo hadn’t stumbled here, they really might not have gotten involved.

Her brows curved as she smiled as warmly as ever.

But Wen Yan only felt her smile was inscrutable, becoming even more reverent.

With a wave of Wen Yan’s hand, a pile of items appeared on the ground.

A small pile of spirit stones, but they were all high-grade with at least one hundred pieces.

Various medicinal herbs and ores, along with talisman paper, Six-Soul Ink, and Flowing Light Mirage Sand…

Then there were the spirit fruits Mu Shiyue wanted, and even several fully-grown fruit trees, already transplanted whole so they could be planted here.

After all, Ke Chongbo had written down everything they’d asked for.

When Wen Yan first received his message and saw so many demands, she thought he’d been kidnapped and was writing a ransom note!

But Wen Yan noticed that when Mu Shiyue saw the pile of treasures, her expression never changed.

Only when she looked at the spirit fruits did her smile grow a little.

Such a peculiar reaction only confirmed Wen Yan’s earlier suspicions.

“Ying!”

Little Sesame saw the pile of spirit fruits and happily tried to grab them.

Mu Shiyue set it down, and it wobbled as it ran forward.

But halfway, it accidentally tripped and tumbled.

“Ying!” It shook its head, then got up and continued running.

Everyone: “…”

So cute!

“By the way, those people who hunted my son…” Wen Yan asked.

“Oh, they’re inside.” Mu Shiyue walked ahead. “In this room.”

She opened the door, just as a crisp “dong!” sounded inside.

“Ah-da—!”

Wen Yan and the others saw a beautiful, fairy-like young woman holding a small round basin, skillfully smashing it onto the head of a black-clothed man.

The man promptly fainted again.

Everyone watching: “…”