Chapter 43

While Chen Mo was squatting in front of the outer sect Trial Stele cracking melon seeds, a Husky was doing a pole dance with a broom clamped in its tail. The stele inscription, dampened by Danwa's urine, suddenly twitched and formed an irate kaomoji: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ "Even stones have tempers these days?" Chen Mo slapped a melon seed hull onto the "No Handlers Allowed" warning sign. The Bronze Box suddenly vibrated: "Ancient profanity database detected, generating barrage protection..." Before the morning mist had even cleared, outer-sect disciples witnessed a bizarre spectacle—some gray-robed handyman was giving the Trial Stele a bath with a broom. Hummed tunes of the most dazzling ethnic style, Chen Mo scraped the broom head across the "Nine Heavens of Sword Intent" inscription, drawing a roasted chicken leg. The Trial Stele was so startled it burst forth with three zhang of Sword Qi, shaving a nearby yawning crane bald.