LRAB Chapter 115: Legacy:
Chapter 115: Legacy:
Uncle De was still brimming with excitement. “Young Master, she’s absolutely perfect for my martial arts. The moment I saw her, I knew—she’s the one destined to inherit my legacy!”“It’s fate! I came here to collect bodies, and fate brought me to my successor!”
Shen Wuxiao felt a headache coming on. If this continued, he was going to lose his mind.
Uncle De leaned in again, took another look at Huang Luoyan, then twirled around the room like a peacock on parade.
“Young Master, she’s still a virgin! This time, I’m begging you—help me!”
“…What?” Shen Wuxiao blinked, confused.
Waving his handkerchief dramatically, Uncle De said, “Oh, it’s simple! I just need your help to take her virginity. It’ll help her cultivate better!”
Then he turned to Jiang Huaiyue and said earnestly, “Young Madam, you’re a genius in martial arts. Your future is limitless. My disciple will never threaten your position. Even if she becomes the Young Master’s woman, she’ll still call you ‘Sister.’ Please support this.”
Jiang Huaiyue was surprised—she didn’t expect something like this.
But she wasn’t the jealous type. As long as Shen Wuxiao still cared for her, she could accept it.
She looked at Shen Wuxiao and calmly said to Uncle De, “That’s my man’s decision.”
Uncle De’s eyes glowed with admiration. He gazed at Jiang Huaiyue carefully.
This girl was completely devoted to the Young Master. That was all he needed to see.
The reason he’d asked for her opinion first was out of respect for her role as Young Madam—and to test her character.
Eyes never lie—unless it’s Shen Wuxiao, of course.
But Jiang Huaiyue hadn’t hesitated, placing all her trust in Shen Wuxiao. That kind of woman was rare—and perfect for the Young Master.
Shen Wuxiao looked at Uncle De in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
Uncle De nodded solemnly. “I’ve never been more serious. This kind of destiny doesn’t come twice.”
“If you help me deflower her, she’ll be yours. Beautiful, obedient, and loyal—she won’t let you down.”
“And once she inherits my martial art, she’ll be your most capable assistant.”
His eyes were filled with sincerity.
“…We’ll talk about it later,” Shen Wuxiao replied casually.
Uncle De bowed deeply. “Thank you, Young Master, thank you! Please let me know your decision later. I’m here anytime.”
He was practically glowing with joy.
Whether it was a yes or a no didn’t matter—he felt victorious just hearing a “maybe.”
Shen Wuxiao didn’t care to argue. Uncle De was family. If he succeeded in passing on his legacy, he’d win something too.
With Uncle De’s training, Huang Luoyan would eventually become a dedicated member of the Shen family. That was the real goal.
“Uncle De,” Shen Wuxiao said, “You’re this feminine because of your cultivation technique, right? If she inherits it, will it turn her into… well, you?”
“No, no!” Uncle De waved his hands. “That only happened to me due to cultivation backlash. But she’s naturally compatible—it’ll only make her stronger!”
To prove it, Uncle De decided to give a little demonstration.
He gently waved the handkerchief in his hand like a ribbon dancer.
At first, it looked silly—just fluttering cloth. But suddenly, the handkerchief shot through the air like a blade, circling the room in a flash.
It returned to Uncle De’s hand smoothly. He caught it with a delicate flourish, orchid fingers raised, face shyly hidden behind the cloth.
No aura. No energy released.
Shen Wuxiao blinked. “What was that? Acrobatics? A boomerang?”
Then…
The entire ward trembled.
Visible to the naked eye, a hairline crack ran along the full arc of the room’s walls. Dust began to fall from the ceiling.
Staring in shock, Shen Wuxiao suddenly realized—this wasn’t a joke.
Without releasing any aura, Uncle De had silently cut through the structure of the entire room.
It was like slicing off someone’s head at high speed—clean, silent, and lethal.
Uncle De smiled sweetly. “That was just a sample. This move incorporates the essence of the Flower-Plucking Finger.”
“I became this feminine due to backlash. But she won’t have that issue—she’s perfectly suited. She’ll be incredible.”
Shen Wuxiao was speechless.
“…Forget about feminine, you’re basically a full-blown woman. Ask her later if she wants to be your disciple. I’ll let you know.”
Uncle De jumped for joy. “Thank you, Master! I’m so, so happy—here, here, here!”
“Damn it!” Shen Wuxiao cursed, his scalp tingling. “I admit that was flashy, but you just sliced my room in half!”
“Pay for the damages, then get out!”
Uncle De’s cheerful face froze. “…I don’t have money. How much do I owe?”
Shen Wuxiao scoffed. “I’m joking. You’re family. I don’t care about the money.”
He added, “But leave your storage bag here. You lot in the clan have plenty. Just grab another one later.”
Uncle De chuckled mischievously. “Oh, Young Master, that’s nasty! You know my storage bag is full of underwear. You pervert!”
Shen Wuxiao stood up abruptly. “Get out. Now.”
“…I was kidding, really! But with your status, how could you use second-hand items? Next time I come, I’ll bring you a few new ones!”
Then Uncle De vanished like a gust of wind.
His voice echoed back as a transmission, “Young Master, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget my disciple’s matter. Let me know!”
Shen Wuxiao stood there, goosebumps covering his arms.
“That guy… is way too much.”
He turned to Jiang Huaiyue. “Let’s go home!”
He grabbed her hand and headed for the door.
“What about Miss Huang?” Jiang Huaiyue asked, glancing at the sleeping Huang Luoyan.
“She’s in no condition to move. Someone will take care of her here. I’ve arranged everything.”
Shen Wuxiao wasn’t the kind of guy to babysit anyone.
Besides, he had just enjoyed Hatsune Miku cosplay earlier. There were still more to explore.
…
Meanwhile, outside, Uncle De had already made a call.
Gone was the flamboyant voice. His tone was calm, sharp.
The sissy act from earlier was completely gone.
“Master,” he reported. “I’ve met her. The girl is exceptional—great martial potential and completely loyal to Young Master.”
“You can rest assured now.”
From the other end came Shen Tianhong’s lazy voice. “That’s good. It’s not that I don’t trust my daughter-in-law. I’m just worried my son is too soft and gets taken advantage of.”
Uncle De’s lips twitched. “Yes, Young Master is simple and kind… very easy to deceive.”
“Oh, and about my successor…” Uncle De hesitated. “She might become the Young Madam. I still need your permission.”
Shen Tianhong’s tone turned cold. “Successor? You’re not turning another person into a hermaphrodite, are you? And this one might become the Young Madam? I’ll kill you!”
“No, no!” Uncle De quickly corrected, “She’s a real woman this time! This isn’t like the others—those were… test runs.”
“Fine, I’ll allow it,” Shen Tianhong said flatly. “When you get back, take the bodies to Li Youcai’s house. Deliver them personally. Then erase him.”
“My son gave me such a perfect excuse—wouldn’t want to waste it.”
“Everyone involved dies, even the ones who just stood there.”
“Yes, sir…”
“Oh, and once you’re done with Li Youcai—take his body to his backer’s place. I want him kneeling in front of the Shen family gates, begging for forgiveness.”