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The Daoist Priest
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In the bustling market, a sudden, earth-shattering scream erupted.
At the end of the market, in front of the butcher shop, two men cowered on the ground, pleading for mercy before a girl. "We didn't recognize your greatness, miss! Please, have mercy on us..."
"Demanding protection money! Don't you think about which path I walk!" Ling Yunchu's brows furrowed in anger. With a swift motion, she stepped onto a stone by the roadside, her left hand holding a piece of pork and her right gripping a cleaver. Her fierce gaze swept over the two men before she spun around and neatly placed the meat on her own chopping board.
With a swift chop, the piece of meat was instantly transformed into strips.
"Next time, this will be your fate," Ling Yunchu said coldly, her face filled with disdain.
Watching the two rascals flee in panic brought a satisfied sigh from Ling Yunchu as she shook her head slightly.
Looking at the piece of meat she had just "butchered," she couldn't help but admire her own skills. It hadn't been long since she had crossed over to the Nan Yun Kingdom, yet she had already mastered such excellent knife techniques.
However, being the daughter of a butcher... Ling Yunchu instinctively glanced down at the greasy stains on her apron and couldn't help but curl her lips in resignation. It certainly wasn't the most fortunate situation.
Back in the twenty-first century, she had been an outstanding office worker with an impressive demeanor.
Now, as she looked around, most of the young talents had flocked to the watercolor shop across the street, drawn by its beautiful owner.
"Miss, I'll take ten pounds of meat." A deep voice suddenly broke through her thoughts. Ling Yunchu snapped back to reality and turned to see a handsome face filled with warmth and laughter. The plain gray robe he wore gave him an air of ethereal elegance.
"Master He Chong..." Ling Yunchu's voice trailed off dramatically as she rolled her eyes at him, clearly unwilling.
He Chong was the Temple Master of Clear Crane Temple, located three miles away. Although he was a Taoist priest, he did not abstain from wine and meat. It was rumored that Yun Cheng even had matchmakers approaching him for introductions.
Ling Yunchu scoffed disdainfully under her breath, her face cold as she picked up a knife to cut the meat.
He Chong watched her slicing the meat and couldn't help but frown slightly, giving her a glare. He thought to himself that with each cut, she seemed to be treating the meat as if it were him.
Ling Yunchu showed no signs of backing down. She plunged the sharp knife into the meat with a sudden force, defiantly meeting He Chong's clear gaze.
"Is this how you treat your guests?" He Chong raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.
His smile reminded Ling Yunchu of their first encounter—
It was the very first day after she had crossed over. At that time, she had no idea how to handle the enormous piece of pork. Faced with a row of gleaming knives, she could only tremble in fear.
After clumsily hacking at the meat with a small knife, she found herself looking into a pair of strangely familiar eyes, which belonged to the man who then laughed unkindly at her predicament.
That man was He Chong, and his laugh was identical to the one currently gracing his face—a look of amusement as if he were watching a performance.
"Master He Chong is certainly not like an ordinary guest," Ling Yunchu said irritably. "What kind of guest would be so bored as to come to the market every day, meticulously picking through the meat? If I don't buy anything, he mocks my knife skills, claiming I tarnish my father Butcher Ling's reputation as Yun Cheng's best butcher. Yet the townsfolk still worship him like a deity. Just the other day, I said something harsh and was lectured by Aunt Si next door for an entire day."
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Ling Yunchu threw her hands up in exasperation and said, "If I have ever offended Master He Chong in any way, then I apologize here. Please spare me in the future..."
"You haven't offended me," He Chong replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he pointed at the meat on the cutting board. "I just wanted to see what it feels like for you to be on the chopping block while I wield the knife."
Ling Yunchu's expression stiffened; it seemed that the Daoist priest was merely looking for trouble.
She awkwardly handed over the meat, secretly wishing she could slap that smiling face of his. But then she heard He Chong's voice, as refreshing as a spring breeze: "Silly, why don't you think about why I chose this piece of meat?"
At these words, Ling Yunchu's heart skipped a beat. Did he notice something?
But the next moment, He Chong's words wiped away all her worries, replaced instead by a scorching heat that spread from her neck to her forehead.
He Chong's gaze deepened, and he smiled, "Because I want to eat you."
What was originally an ambiguous statement became even more suggestive under He Chong's unusual gaze.
Because I want to eat you.
Because I want to eat you.
Because I want to eat you...
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