According to Chu San's thinking, most men in this world were the same. Even if this was their young master, he was still a man.
And as long as he was a man, his thoughts would inevitably stir when he saw a beautiful woman. Living in the Ghost Realm, where most of her compatriots lived by their instincts, Chu San was already accustomed to the gazes of exploration and desire from men when they looked at her.
She knew she was the most beautiful woman in the Ghost Realm, and her abilities were no longer a secret among the higher-ranking ghost tribes.
So whenever someone asked her similar questions, it was actually an invitation of that nature. But in the past, she had been proud. She felt that with her beauty, talent, and abilities, she should be with someone even more perfect. Therefore, no matter how those ghost tribes hinted, she had never been moved by any of them.
But this time, it was different.
The young master's appearance was truly perfect and incomparable.
Even Chu San couldn't help but feel that Lu Wuming was beautiful enough to be her equal.
Since he was such a handsome person, and his status and position were so noble, it was only natural for her to be smitten. Moreover, in the end, someone worthy of her should at least be someone like Lu Wuming.
Thinking this, Chu San decided to forgive Lu Wuming for fighting with her a few days ago.
However, just as she was secretly forgiving the man in her heart, the next moment, Lu Wuming flung her arm away with disgust.
Not only did he fling her arm away, but Lu Wuming even turned his other hand into a ghost claw and tore off the skin that Chu San had just touched.
With eyes full of anger, Lu Wuming glared at Chu San and said word by word, "Did I allow you to come near me?"
Chu San was stunned by his reaction.
What was this supposed to mean?
It was one thing to push her away, but why did he peel off his own skin?
Knowing Lu Wuming's incredible regenerative abilities, Chu San suddenly had a very bad feeling. Staring into Lu Wuming's eyes, she asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm dirty?"
"I don't know if you're dirty, but I feel that the place you touched is dirty, so I'd rather tear it off," Lu Wuming replied coldly, and from his expression, he was not joking at all.
However, even if he were joking now, Chu San had no inclination to joke with him.
She wanted to retract her previous thought.
This man was not worthy of her at all!
How could there be such a vile man in the world? She truly hated him! Never mind if he was the Ghost King's son or a noble young master. Even if he was the Ghost King himself, he would have to pay the price for such a judgment on her most prized appearance!
Her expression became increasingly ferocious. She retracted her fan, which transformed into a sharp, long spike.
Chu San couldn't use ghost claws like Chu Shi. Or rather, even if she could, she would still use a weapon and would never use her beloved nails as a murder tool.
The long spike in her hand danced, clashing with Lu Wuming's ghost claws. Unlike Chu Wu and Chu Shi, who were combat-oriented ghosts, Chu San, despite her smaller number name, was actually a support-type individual.
For example, with her transformation abilities, she could impersonate others, making the enemy lower their guard and creating cracks from within. This was what she always did, and in combat, she usually needed others to cooperate with her. So, in reality, even though she was blinded by rage and intended to fight Lu Wuming to the death.
In terms of strength, she was indeed far inferior.
In the end, Lu Wuming did sustain quite a few new injuries, but Chu San's head was almost severed by Lu Wuming's ghost claws.
At the most critical moment, a dark beam of light suddenly shot out from the side. Lu Wuming naturally knew what it was.
Ao Lie's tail had been severed by such a thing right before his eyes. Now, facing this thing again, Lu Wuming knew he had no ability to resist, so he simply chose to retreat, not letting his ghost claws fall further, thus giving Chu San a chance to live.
The feeling of surviving a disaster made Chu San's heart pound. She quickly distanced herself from Lu Wuming, her eyes fixed on his direction, and she cursed incessantly, "You're a madman! A beast! How can there be a scoundrel like you!? I'll never come again! Even if you call me next time, I won't come! I can never trust you again! You pervert! No one will like you, you'll die alone!"
She was clearly extremely terrified. Although she had initiated this fight, she was the one being suppressed in the end.
Lu Wuming showed no hint of tenderness towards her. It was precisely because of this that Chu San was certain that if Chu Wu hadn't arrived in time, she would have lost her head by now and be queuing at the Bridge of Helplessness to welcome a new life.
She ran away from Lu Wuming's sight as quickly as possible, but Lu Wuming had no intention of chasing after her.
Instead, he withdrew his gaze and looked to the side.
Then he saw the woman named Chu Wu walk out from the side. She said, "Although you are our young master, you are not our king. Therefore, there are some things you cannot do, and are not worthy of doing. If you have the intention to do them, I have the right to sever your claws. The king permits this. You don't need to look at me like that."
Lu Wuming heard her words, withdrew his gaze, and turned back into the Ghost King's palace.
As he entered the palace and closed the door, the Ghost King's voice echoed around him. He said, "I thought you were interested in that child, Chu San. I didn't expect you were only interested in her techniques. What do you need this for? You're not thinking of passing the information here to your master, are you?"
The Ghost King's mind was indeed quite useful.
However, he probably wouldn't have guessed in a million years that Lu Wuming had already contacted Liu Buli.
Shaking his head, maintaining his indifferent expression, Lu Wuming said, "I just found it interesting, and I want to learn it too."