Chapter 251: The Wolf-Tooth Club Girl

These were two barbarian experts capable of drawing iron-limbed war bows and unleashing Chain Arrows, so the girl was in grave peril.

She managed to knock down only three of the white-feathered arrows with her wolf-tooth club. She then rolled to the right, narrowly avoiding another arrow. But she could not dodge the remaining two.

Thud! Thud!

One arrow struck her slender shoulder, while the other buried itself in her thigh. This girl was clearly no ordinary person, and she seemed to possess a strange talent... namely, an incredible ability to take arrows!

The white-feathered arrows shot by these barbarian masters could pierce even solid rock, sinking in all the way to the fletching. Yet these two arrows did not pass clean through her body.

And even as she fled for her life, she still carried in her hand a heavy, long battlefield weapon, the wolf-tooth club. It was 1.7 meters long, with a hammer head half a meter in length, the striking face bristling with sharp iron spikes. Dark-red stains of blood, long since dried, still clung to it, radiating a murderous aura.

From this alone, it was clear that this bright and striking young girl was born with divine strength and possessed an extraordinary physique.

The two tattoo-faced, muscle-bound barbarians closed in around her, drawing the sharp curved sabers hanging from their waists with a metallic

shing

. They spoke in a barbarian tongue that she could not understand, and their expressions were cold as they advanced step by step.

Slash!

One of the barbarian experts struck first, striking his saber toward the girl. The razor-sharp curved knife followed an uncanny trajectory, appearing before her chest in a thunderous instant, splitting even the air.

Clang!

The girl’s gaze hardened. She swung her wolf-tooth club in a heavy arc, the wind of its movement howling through the air. The blow met the saber with a piercing metallic crash, and sparks flew in every direction.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The barbarian was clearly a man of immense strength, yet even he couldn’t help but stagger three steps back. A numb ache ran up his arm, and the web of skin between his thumb and index finger[1] throbbed with pain.

But his combat experience was rich, and his movements shifted fluidly. In an instant, he struck again with another ruthless overhead slash.

The other barbarian’s technique was nearly identical. His strike was clean, efficient, and vicious!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The three exchanged blows, each strike resounding with a deep, heavy sound as the force shook the air.

The girl’s waist wound, already hideously rotted, tore open further, and fresh blood seeped out in a steady stream. The sight was both grotesque and terrifying! Her injuries were severe, so much so that any ordinary person would have died long ago, let alone been able to endure such a fierce battle.

The pain and damage greatly hampered her movements, and she began to fall into a disadvantage.

Bang!

The taller of the two barbarian masters lashed out with a brutal whip kick, slamming it into her waist, and the girl’s face instantly turned deathly pale. Her body flew sideways, completely out of control.

“Fuck your mother[2]!” the delicate-featured girl suddenly spat out the curse.

The wound at her waist tore open again, and she was breathing out more than in. It was clear she was on the verge of death. Had it been anyone else, that last kick might have split them clean in two.

Yet the contrast of such a delicate and charming girl cursing so viciously was enough to make anyone’s mind reel. Not that it mattered, as these two were barbarians who couldn’t understand the official tongue of the Central Plains.

The girl kept hurling insults with her brows knit tightly, sucking in sharp breaths from the pain.

“You bastards... you two heartless barbarians... If I weren’t injured, I’d smash your heads to pieces!”

Her face was deathly pale, and she struggled to even sit up. The vitality within her body was steadily draining away. And still, she let loose with her curses! It was clear her temperament was nothing short of fiery.

The tattoo-faced barbarian was unmoved, and his heart was as hard as iron. He was obviously a veteran expert hardened by brutal training. Coldly, he stepped forward and raised his saber, bringing it down toward the girl’s neck.

The girl’s eyes widened as she glared furiously at the barbarian, gritted her teeth, and forced herself to swing her wolf-tooth club at him.

Whoosh!

A razor-sharp, ear-splitting sound tore through the air.

Boom!

Then, the upper half of the barbarian’s body exploded, and he was instantly reduced to a cloud of blood mist. Scalding blood and chunks of flesh splattered across both the remaining barbarian and the delicate-faced girl.

The girl froze, utterly bewildered, while the other barbarian’s gaze sharpened like a hawk’s. He lifted his head, staring into the distance. He then shouted something unintelligible before he swiftly sheathed his curved saber, reaching back for the massive iron-limbed bow strapped to his back.

From his quiver, he drew three white-feathered arrows and nocked them onto the bowstring. His corded muscles bulged as he pulled the string back in one mighty motion, drawing it into a perfect full moon!

Chain Arrows!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three sharp white-feathered arrows flew in a triangular formation toward the distance.

Whoosh!

A sound even heavier and sharper than before split the air.

The towering, master-archer barbarian’s eyes went wide, and in the next instant, his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The delicate-faced girl couldn’t help but stare, stunned. Her gaze turned toward the distance.

A tall, straight figure descended from the sky; it was a young Daoist who wore an ordinary dark-ink Daoist robe. At his waist hung a perfectly straight long saber with a bold and heroic presence, yet not without an air of refinement. In his hands was an ancient, massive longbow, his bearing both elegant and striking.

“Eh!? What a handsome Daoist!” The girl’s eyes lit up.

Li Yanchu’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze calm as he looked at the fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl.

She seemed about to say something, but suddenly blood welled up in her mouth. Her head tilted to the side, and she collapsed heavily to the ground!

Thud!

Her head struck the ground with a dull, solid sound.

Li Yanchu fell silent at the sight.

***

When Feng Jiu woke up with a faint stir, the exhaustion and pain in her body were completely gone. Instead, she felt an indescribable comfort, and she felt light and weightless as if she were treading upon clouds.

“Am I dead? Did I become an immortal?” That was the first thing she said upon waking.

But all around her was still the rugged mountain range, half of a terrifying lower body lying nearby, and the ground littered with pools of pitch-black, nauseating blood. This was still the mortal world, the damned mortal world!

Then, her eyes turned toward a figure. A young Daoist, handsome and composed, stood there. There was a trace of weathered weariness about him, but his eyes shone brilliantly bright.

“You saved me?” Feng Jiu[3] asked.

Li Yanchu gave a slight nod. “That’s obvious.”

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Feng Jiu’s smile blossomed. “Good!”

The white-feathered arrows had been pulled from her body, and the horrific, festering wound at her waist was gone. That wound, in particular, had plagued her for days, nearly costing her life.

“Good?” Li Yanchu asked.

Feng Jiu grinned. “That means I wasn’t unconscious for long, right?”

Li Yanchu replied, “Correct. About ten breaths.”

Ten breaths!

Feng Jiu froze.

She looked down again at her clothes, and at the place where the rotting wound on her waist had been. The skin there was now smooth and flawless, and not even a scar remained. The spot that had once oozed a foul, rotting stench now revealed pale, delicate skin.

Feng Jiu couldn’t help the flush that crept up her cheeks. “You cow-nosed Daoist[4], you’re really something, this is downright magical!”

The corner of Li Yanchu’s mouth twitched slightly.

Feng Jiu sprang to her feet, hefted her heavy wolf-tooth club, and strode over. She stared intently at Li Yanchu’s face. “From now on, you will be my husband... ah no, I’ll be your wife instead!”

Li Yanchu fell silent, and he couldn’t help but rap the girl sharply on the head.

Her reflexes were fast, and now that her injuries were completely healed, she should have been able to dodge, yet she couldn’t escape Li Yanchu’s flick to her forehead. She winced and stepped back.

Li Yanchu said irritably, “Little brat, you’re not my type!”

1. 虎口 translates literally to “tiger’s mouth.” The web of skin between the thumb and index finger is considered an important acupoint area in traditional Chinese medicine and is also a vulnerable spot in martial arts. ☜

2. The Chinese curse “干你娘” (gàn nǐ niáng) is an extremely vulgar insult that literally means

“fuck your mother.”

The word 干 (gàn) in slang is used in the sexual sense of “to fuck,” while 你娘 (nǐ niáng) means “your mother.” Put together, it functions much like the English insults

“motherf

er”* or

“f

your mother.”* This phrase is considered highly offensive and is most often used in moments of intense anger, such as during street fights, heated arguments, or in gangster-style dialogue. Because of its harshness, it is not something one would use in polite company, but it is commonly recognized across different Chinese-speaking regions as one of the strongest profanities.

Note: I decided not to localize it simply as

“motherfucker.”

While

motherfucker

is the closest English equivalent in terms of offensiveness, the nuance is different. In English,

motherfucker

is often used broadly as an insult or even casually as slang, sometimes losing its literal sense. By contrast, 干你娘 directly and explicitly targets the listener’s mother in a sexual way, making it feel much more direct, personal, and visceral in Chinese. Retaining the literal sense (

“fuck your mother”

) preserves that rawness and intensity, whereas localizing it to

motherfucker

risks softening its impact or shifting its meaning toward a more generalized insult. ☜

3. The Chinese name 凤九 (Fèng Jiǔ) carries rich cultural meaning. The character 凤 (fèng) refers to the phoenix, a revered symbol in Chinese tradition that represents nobility, beauty, grace, and renewal. Often paired with the dragon, the phoenix embodies feminine elegance and balance. The character 九 (jiǔ) means “nine,” a number that holds special significance in Chinese culture as the largest single digit, symbolizing longevity, eternity, and supreme power. When combined, the name can be understood as “the Ninth Phoenix” or “Phoenix Nine.” To me, it evokes rarity, auspiciousness, and a sense of noble destiny. ☜

4. 牛鼻子 means “ox nose.” At first glance it might sound odd, but it’s a derogatory nickname historically used to mock Daoist priests. Its origin has three main explanations: the headgear of Daoists resembles an ox’s nose, their tall topknots resemble an ox’s nose, or it is linked to the story of Laozi riding a green ox to the West. In the Eastern Han, the Daoist Feng Junda imitated Laozi by riding a green ox and styled himself as the ‘Green Ox Daoist,’ providing historical support for the third explanation. Additionally, the Daoist double topknot, coiled symmetrically on either side of the head like ox nostrils, is also considered a direct visual source of this appellation. Over time, people began calling Daoist priests

牛鼻子

as a way of poking fun at their appearance.

Depending on tone and context, the term can range from a casual, teasing nickname to a harsher insult, especially when used by opponents of Daoism or in moments of disrespect. In novels, for example, you’ll sometimes see characters scornfully addressing a Daoist priest as

“old ox-nose.”

☜