Chapter 60: Sold Myself, First Come First Served

Yan Mu’er could not believe what was happening. She was a woman blessed by the heavens, destined for greatness, her every word to command the world—yet she was dying in this remote, insignificant place. Unwilling! Unwilling! But as her breath grew fainter, no matter how much she resisted, death was now her only companion.

Behind her, the maid was petrified with terror, her face pale as a sheet. Suddenly her gaze fixed, her body collapsed to the side, dying of fright right then and there.

Indeed, the black cat was the demon cat from six years ago! After six years of cultivation, it had finally assumed human form, though its master had yet to emerge from seclusion. The cat demon thought, “I haven’t sought revenge on that bald man yet. Now that I can transform, I’ll get a look at the outside world.” Judging by the aura, that shameless bald man was not far away.

Upon arrival, it happened to encounter Yan Mu’er fleeing. Seeing her exceptional beauty, a wicked thought stirred within it. Hearing her mention the bald man piqued its interest further—was she referring to the same bald man it had in mind?

Finally, it heard the woman express her wish to die. Lacking a pretext, it decided to fulfill this beautiful desire for her, killing without a shred of remorse.

The cat demon gently stroked its own face, intoxicated by the smooth, delicate skin.

Suddenly, the sound of a large crowd shouting reached its ears. The cat demon frowned, and with a slender finger, reduced Yan Mu’er’s corpse to black mist, dispersing it utterly. It left the maid’s body untouched, however, because...

“Help... don’t die...” At once, the cat demon clutched the maid’s corpse and sobbed, heart-wrenchingly, as if torn apart.

Hearing their mistress’s cries, the guards rushed over.

“You’re finally here! Hurry, look—just now a strange beast appeared, and she ended up like this, sob sob sob...” As it spoke, the cat demon wiped away tears, moving the surrounding guards to pity. Truly, it was a sight to stir compassion.

Shaking their heads to clear them, the guards hastened to regain composure.

“Miss, please accept our condolences,” said a guard, after checking the maid’s body and confirming her death.

With the guards’ confirmation, the cat demon sank into overwhelming grief and promptly fainted, collapsing to the ground.

Inwardly, the cat demon cursed—couldn’t they at least help it up? Its head had struck the ground, and it hurt a little.

It wasn’t that the guards refused to help, but they dared not; who would recklessly touch her body?

Nonetheless, the bond between Miss and maid was deep indeed, for she fainted right away—how had they never noticed this before?

The cat demon realized that unless it woke up, the guards would not leave... Were all humans like this?

Night Kun, meanwhile, likely did not know that his fiancée, after cursing him a few times, had simply died...

So, let this be a lesson: don’t curse Brother Kun for no reason. He didn’t even lift a finger, and you’re dead...

At that moment, Night Kun was wandering aimlessly through the Western Market, thinking that if heaven took pity, it would grant him a wife to his liking.

No—he thought the more he wished for it, the less likely it would happen.

“Hey, isn’t that our Brother Kun?” A peculiar voice sounded behind him. Night Kun sighed; how could he ever forget this voice?

Behind him stood Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian, inseparable since childhood—a friendship Night Kun always found somewhat mysterious.

Years ago, when Night Kun returned home safely, Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they still had a chance to draw a turtle on his head. If he’d died, the opportunity would be lost forever.

Both had grown more mature with age, at least enough not to act rashly now. If they wanted to prank Brother Kun, they had to plan carefully.

One had to admit, Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian were truly lucky to be alive.

Night Kun turned and smiled, “Yuan Zhen, Feng Dian, it’s been a long time.”

Indeed, it had been ages. Night Kun had secluded himself at home, and in six years, their meetings could be counted on one hand.

“Kun, you’re really something. We brothers haven’t seen each other in forever! Come, let’s go have a drink,” Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian said with enthusiasm.

This was their plan: draw closer to Night Kun, then pull a fast one on him. It had been their childhood dream, a tradition not to be broken.

Night Kun hadn’t expected such warmth from them. It seemed adulthood had changed them.

“No, I won’t go. I’m just out for some air.” Night Kun had no interest in drinking. In truth, he had no interest in anything, and lacked any goal to pursue. Ah, this accursed loneliness...

Feng Dian didn’t insist; after so many years, he understood Night Kun’s character—what he said, he meant.

“Kun, tomorrow is the coming-of-age ceremony. Have you...” Yuan Zhen waggled his eyebrows, “...found us a sister-in-law yet?”

Night Kun’s expression stiffened.

For some reason, seeing this reaction, Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian felt immense satisfaction—as if they’d laugh themselves awake in their dreams.

Feng Dian sighed, “Kun, an early marriage wouldn’t be bad. Tomorrow, the brothers will come celebrate with you!”

Night Kun was puzzled, and asked curiously, “Aren’t you two getting married tomorrow?”

“Kun, the girls in Ankang Prefecture are better! Our fathers have arranged everything.”

Truly, their fathers were thorough.

Seeing Kun’s frustration, the two were delighted, almost bursting at the seams.

“Kun, let us accompany you for a walk. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s right, no matter how big the problem, it shrinks before Brother Kun.”

Though they hadn’t seen each other in ages, their flattery was as sharp as ever, making Brother Kun feel quite pleased.

Just then, shouts rang out: “Selling myself... selling myself... my lady is selling herself... first come, first served...”

Hearing this, Night Kun laughed. Such straightforward selling—his curiosity piqued, he decided to take a look.

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian were equally curious and followed Night Kun.

In a corner of the Western Market, they saw two women: one with a sweet appearance, the other so ugly it was an accomplishment. Even the burly man beside them, single for forty years, was unmoved. The one with the sweet looks was the one shouting, while the other was truly unbearable to behold.

The crowd grew larger; after all, such a spectacle had never occurred before.

The two women were transmitting messages to each other.

“Miss, is this really the right thing to do? If the elder finds out, I’m afraid...”

“What’s wrong with it? Every time I return, it’s marriage pressure, as if I can’t get married. Now that I’m out, I might as well resolve this lifelong affair while running errands.”

“But miss, you don’t have to go this far. Like this, I can’t even look, let alone these people.”

“Hmph! These men judge by looks. I despise them. If anyone dares accept me as I am, I’d truly admire them!”

The lady was being very hard on herself. Who would dare accept her, even if not normal, none would—her ugliness was so profound, even gods and demons would avert their eyes.

“But miss, if madam finds out...”

“If you don’t tell, how would they know? Also, don’t leak my whereabouts! I haven’t been out for a walk in ages.”

“I...”

“Hurry up, keep shouting, don’t stop...”