"What do you mean, what? You're just lacking in upbringing. If I were your father, I'd have beaten you a couple of times every day since you were born. You don't deserve to be human, not even an animal."
"You..."
This time, before Mu Anxiao could finish, Disciple Number Two pulled the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy away.
"Alright, you two go on ahead. I'll wait here."
"Okay." Disciple Number One agreed and, pulling Mu Anxiao, quickened his pace.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, drenched in sweat, said, "Thank you, senior brother."
"No need to thank me. That demon is just too talkative. Talking made me feel uncomfortable. I'm just seeking some peace and quiet," Disciple Number Two replied.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy pursed his lips and lowered his head.
On the other side, the moment Disciple Number One pushed Mu Anxiao into the woodshed, Mu Anxiao reacted promptly and turned to grab his arm.
"What are you doing?" Disciple Number One exclaimed in surprise.
Without a word, Mu Anxiao forcefully shoved Disciple Number One to the ground, clapped his hands, and asked, "How does that feel?"
Disciple Number One sat up on the ground, spitting out one word: "Pain."
"Since you know pain, show me some respect from now on. You dare to push me," Mu Anxiao brushed some dust off his shoulders. "Are you looking for death?"
Disciple Number One, unsteady on his feet, stood up and said, "Your reaction is indeed quick."
"Of course, I'm a demon," Mu Anxiao said nonchalantly, looking around the woodshed filled with woodpiles. "I advise you not to set fire when I'm sleeping. I can be reborn from the ashes, and your end will be miserable, truly miserable."
Disciple Number One hadn't expected Mu Anxiao to be so arrogant, so he grinned and said, "Just tell me what you want, and I'll quietly prepare it for you."
"I want to eat." Mu Anxiao moved in front of Disciple Number One, meeting his gaze. "Of course, if you dare to poison my food, I'll unleash my demon named Shen Yan to bite you to death."
"No, no, never," Disciple Number One stammered, sweating profusely.
"Get out," Mu Anxiao waved his hand.
Disciple Number One gave a dry chuckle, turned, and quickly left.
Mu Anxiao felt greatly satisfied. Just as he stepped back and sat down by the woodpile, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was pushed in by Disciple Number Two. Mu Anxiao tilted his head back and calmly looked at the boy who had fallen face-first onto the ground, saying, "Serves you right."
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy pushed himself up, looked at Mu Anxiao, and said, "It's all your fault."
Disciple Number Two said nothing, creakingly pulled the door shut, locked it, and left.
"You're truly a pig."
"Why are you cursing me?" the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy asked, struggling to stand.
"What's wrong with me cursing you? I saved you, and you bite the hand that feeds you. What's the difference between you and that snake spirit? I think you don't need to be human. Go be a ghost, no, go be a demon. Preferably a demon that's neither male nor female, that would suit a fence-sitter like you."
"You..."
"I advise you not to talk to me, or I'll hit you," Mu Anxiao raised his fist.
Outside the woodshed, Disciple Number One looked helplessly at Disciple Number Two. "Our ears can finally have some peace. They bickered the whole way. They were finally separated, and now they're back together."
"Yeah, these two argued the entire journey, it was incredible," Disciple Number Two raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow.
"What can we do? That demon's mouth is just too talkative. I initially thought she just didn't like my junior brother, but who knew," Disciple Number One lowered his head slightly. "I just pushed her a little just now, and she turned on me."