RA-64

Record of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 64 

“This mountain is mine, this tree I planted. If you want to pass, leave a toll!” A shrill, grating shout rang out from ahead. 

The steady rhythm of the horse hooves was broken by this sudden bellow. 

I frowned, lifted the curtain, and poked my head out to see which fool was blocking the road in this wilderness. 

The sunlight outside was harsh. I squinted; the dirt road shimmered with heat. Ahead, a tall, skinny figure stood in the middle of the road, gripping a broad-bladed machete, a frayed hemp rope tied at his waist, a cocky smile on his face revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth. 

Lingxi also poked her head out, her little head pressing against my chin as she whispered, 

“Husband, is this a bandit?” 

I inhaled the scent of her hair and soothed her, 

“Don’t be afraid, let’s see what happens.” 

Senior Brother sat on the front board of the carriage, his grip on the reins tightening, thick veins bulging on his muscular arm. In the sunlight, his profile was sharp, thick brows furrowed, a trace of surprise in his eyes. 

On our journey, whenever we stopped in towns, most commoners, upon seeing Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother with their barbarian-like builds, would avoid us in fear. I remember in the last town, a sesame bun vendor almost dropped his buns when Senior Brother approached; a five- or six-year-old child burst into tears, clinging to his mother’s leg after a single glance from Senior Brother. 

But this bandit dared to block our way and shout at Senior Brother truly baffling. 

Senior Brother snorted, leapt down from the carriage, kicking up a ring of dust. The ground seemed to tremble. 

He clapped his hands, rough palms rasping, eyes narrowed at the skinny bandit, his voice low and thunderous: 

“Which road do you walk, brother? Daring to block us, you’ve got guts.” His tone was laced with scorn. 

The skinny bandit grinned, blew a sharp whistle, and from the slopes on both sides, rustling footsteps sounded. A dozen figures emerged from the dry grass and dirt piles, surrounding the carriage. 

They held various weapons, closing in menacingly. 

Looking closely, though their clothes were ragged and pants frayed, some bore traces of sects cloud patterns on the chest, jade pendants at the waist not ordinary bandits, but fallen cultivators. 

Mother peeked out, her face half-visible behind the gauze, red lips pursed, slender brows raised in curiosity: 

“Son, what’s going on?” 

“Mom, looks like we’re being robbed.” I grinned, relaxed: 

“But it’s nothing, just a rabble.” 

The skinny bandit’s eyes lit up at the sight of Mother and Lingxi. He licked his cracked lips, flashing his yellow teeth in a lewd grin: 

“Oh, these two ladies, so fresh and pretty! If you keep us company, we’ll waive the toll, how about it?” His gaze roamed over Mother and Lingxi shamelessly. 

The other bandits jeered, whistled, and tapped their palms with the backs of their knives. 

A short, fat bandit squeezed forward, belly bulging, voice sleazy: 

“Ladies, spend a night with us and your carriage will pass safely. Otherwise, heh heh…” He rubbed his hands, eyes narrowed with greed. 

These bandits were courting death… 

Their filthy words made Senior Brother’s face darken, fists cracking, eyes flashing coldly. 

Second Senior Brother squeezed out of the carriage, leaping down to stand with Senior Brother at the front, like two wrathful guardians. 

The skinny bandit waved his machete and shouted: 

“Brothers, get them!” A dozen figures howled and charged. 

Senior Brother snorted, toes tapping the ground, his figure pouncing like a leopard, meeting three attackers on the left. The air boomed as he sent all three flying. 

They groaned, as if struck by boulders, staggering back, clutching their chests, gasping for breath. 

Another bandit slashed with a sword; Senior Brother dodged, grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted crack! dislocating it. The sword fell, and with a kick, Senior Brother sent him rolling into a dirt mound, unconscious. 

Second Senior Brother was equally fierce. Four bandits closed in on the right; he stepped forward, grabbed two weapons, and flung a machete and hammer into a distant dirt pile. The two, stunned, received a slap each crisp “pah-pah” sounds echoed. Their faces swelled, teeth and blood flying, both fainting. 

The last two stabbed with spears; Second Senior Brother slipped behind, grabbed their necks, and knocked their foreheads together. Both saw stars and collapsed. 

In a blink, most bandits were down. The rest trembled, gripping their weapons. 

Senior Brother glanced at the cowed bandits, a bit bored. 

He shifted his stance, white mist swirling, and flashed before the skinny bandit. The bandit reacted quickly, slashing down. Senior Brother dodged, his fist slamming into the bandit’s belly. 

The bandit doubled over, fell to his knees, vomiting bile, face twisted in pain, his machete clattering to the dirt. 

The other bandits froze, weapons lowering in terror. 

Mother laughed softly, teasing: 

“That’s it? So weak.” 

Senior Brother dusted his sleeves, looking at the kneeling bandit with disdain: 

“Get up, I didn’t kill you. Stop pretending.” 

The bandit struggled up, glaring at Senior Brother, then frowned and asked: 

“That movement… you’re not barbarians, but cultivators?” He eyed Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, cautiously asking: 

“May I ask, which sect do you hail from?” 

Second Senior Brother laughed, arms crossed: 

“Name’s always the same, Green Sword Sect, remember it!” 

“Green Sword Sect?” the bandit muttered, face changing as if recalling a nightmare, fear flashing in his eyes, then deep hatred. 

He suddenly shouted: 

“Green Sword Sect!! My sect’s blood debt!” 

At this, the bandits, as if ignited, staggered up, blood at their mouths, eyes crazed, grabbing weapons or barehanded, charging at the brothers, shouting: 

“My sect’s blood debt!” 

Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother exchanged glances, clearly surprised by the hatred. 

But anger aside, their strength was nothing compared to the brothers. 

In moments, the bandits were down again, this time the brothers striking harder. Some were sent flying over ten meters, lying weakly, barely alive. 

Senior Brother clapped his hands: 

“If you don’t leave, next time I won’t be so gentle.” Second Senior Brother snorted, arms crossed, his aura so imposing the remaining bandits scrambled away, dragging their wounded. 

I lifted the curtain, surveying the mess, and shook my head: 

“Let’s go, don’t waste time.” The brothers nodded, leaping onto the carriage. We moved on. 

“Looks like they’re people who lost their sects,” I mused inside the carriage. 

I then recounted to the brothers the time Mother and I went to the capital for the tournament. 

Lingxi, blushing, snuggled against me. I pinched her chin and said: 

“See, your husband made many enemies to save you.” 

“I was so scared then, lucky to have you,” she hugged my arm, big eyes shining with admiration. 

“They deserved it. Who told them to stand by while Lingxi was bullied? If I’d known, I’d have killed them all,” Senior Brother said. 

“Forget it, they’re just fallen, no need to wipe them out,” I replied gently. 

With these two brothers, I felt a rare sense of security. 

Just then, Mother’s lazy voice sounded: 

“Aiya… so boring.” She lay languidly on the carriage’s cushions, sheer robe slipping, revealing white brows and red lips, pouting as if the excitement had been too short. 

I blinked, smiling: 

“Mom, what’s wrong? Wasn’t that fun?” 

Mother sat up, slender fingers playing with her hair, a bit of complaint in her tone: 

“These bandits were too weak, fell in a few moves, no fun at all. The rest of this journey will be even duller.” She sighed, reclining gracefully. 

Lingxi covered her mouth, giggling, big eyes on Mother, teasing: 

“Mother-in-law, are you saying it wasn’t exciting enough? Next time, should we let you handle the bandits?” 

Mother’s eyes lit up, laughing: 

“Daughter-in-law, that’s a great idea! Next time some fools show up, we’ll handle them ourselves and show them what’s what!” 

Watching the two of them banter, as if rehearsed, I glanced at Mother and sent a mental message: 

“Mom, what are you and Lingxi plotting, putting on this act?” 

“Heehee, I didn’t plot with your wife~~~” 

“Then you two…” 

“Just having some fun~~” 

“What’s fun about a bunch of petty bandits, hmm? Unless…” 

Suddenly, I felt uneasy, like a hidden hand was scratching at me, making it impossible to sit still.