Lu Wuming was Lu Wuming, after all.
When it came to matters concerning Liu Buli, he was never one to disappoint.
Especially since water attributes were his forte, coupled with his innate talent for sculpture, the colossal water statue of Liu Buli was remarkably lifelike. Every detail, from the eyes and expression to each individual strand of hair, was precisely as Liu Buli should be.
The moment he saw the likeness, You Siqi was stunned.
Shen Muzhi, standing beside him, also rubbed his eyes vigorously. After rubbing them sufficiently, he felt he should be fine. Upon looking again and finding the statue still there and showing no signs of disappearing, Shen Muzhi's expression began to crack.
Struggling to maintain his composure, Shen Muzhi took a deep breath and softly asked You Siqi, "Siqi, do you understand what's happening here?"
You Siqi shook his head blankly.
He could understand Liu Buli's thoughts because they came from the same place, their upbringing and education were similar, making it easier to speculate.
But Lu Wuming, though a character he himself had written, was no ordinary existence. To consider his actions from a normal person's perspective was to lose. And if anyone in this world could truly understand Lu Wuming's thoughts, besides Liu Buli himself, there likely was no one else.
With that thought, You Siqi opened his mouth and responded earnestly, "No matter what the situation is, I can confirm one thing at least. This thing was definitely not created by Liu Buli himself; I can guarantee you that."
Moreover, based on his understanding of Liu Buli, the man was probably so embarrassed by the statue that he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.
Hearing this, Shen Muzhi wore a wry smile. He nodded, indicating that he had also guessed as much. Liu Buli could indeed be more shameless than the average person at times. But that didn't mean he could face all socially awkward situations with a smile; he was still human, after all, and possessed basic shame.
With that in mind, the two became even more curious.
The colossal statue did not disappoint. After remaining still for a moment, it slowly raised its hand and, as if a deity bestowing blessings, unleashed a stream of sharp, needle-like mist upon the ghost tribe below.
The mist was infused with potent spiritual energy. While it looked impressive, each droplet was enough to tear the flesh of the ghosts, causing them to wail in agony.
However, despite its effectiveness, the sheer strangeness of the scene was as striking as its destructive power.
You Siqi stared blankly for a while before finally succumbing to an uncontrollable urge. With a chuckle, he burst into laughter.
Shen Muzhi, not understanding the humor, looked at him blankly.
You Siqi pointed at the hand of the Liu Buli statue that was spraying water and earnestly explained to Shen Muzhi, "In our world, there's something specifically designed for this purpose, called a sprinkler truck. When you come back with me, you'll understand how accurate Lu Wuming's imitation is."
Shen Muzhi nodded, half-understanding.
What You Siqi was saying now was indeed a blind spot for him. However, the fact that the other man kept mentioning taking him home made him quite happy.
In stark contrast to their harmonious atmosphere, Liu Buli, who had been actively fighting the ghost tribe, saw this scene and was unsure whether his face should be red or black.
He rushed to the edge of the crowd as quickly as possible, ignoring the surrounding ghosts. He then found the man who was gleefully spraying water and attacking the ghosts. With wide eyes and a furious expression, he demanded, "Lu Wuming! Explain to me what in the world is going on?!"
Liu Buli's voice was too loud, and the anger contained within it was too direct. The situation startled Lu Wuming, causing his fingers to tremble, but he still managed to maintain the shape of the giant water statue.
Then, blinking, he looked at Liu Buli with a hint of grievance. "Master, didn't you tell me that whether a technique is good-looking depends on everyone's aesthetic? They all say you are the most beautiful person in the cultivation world, so you must be the prettiest, right? This statue I made looks exactly like you, so it should be beautiful too, shouldn't it?"
Liu Buli stared into Lu Wuming's eyes and could confirm that this foolish disciple was truly speaking his mind, without any concealment.
Successfully making his foolish disciple laugh in exasperation, Liu Buli raised a hand to his forehead. He began to seriously reflect whether he had been unclear in his own words. If he had told Lu Wuming from the beginning that techniques should absolutely not take human form, even a fool like Lu Wuming probably wouldn't have created this situation.
Liu Buli thought this without seeing any issue. After all, when facing Lu Wuming, he had long grown accustomed to self-reflection first. As for whether pampering his disciple to this extent was good or not, Liu Buli didn't give it a second thought.
This was his disciple, his lover. He liked to dote on him, and if the other party didn't want to use his brain, he was willing to handle everything for him.
With this thought, Liu Buli instantly concluded that this embarrassing situation was his own fault.
When they returned, he would have to explain it thoroughly to Lu Wuming. After all, his big dog was very obedient; as long as he explained it specifically and in detail, the same thing wouldn't happen a second time.
Quickly comforting himself, Liu Buli reached out and pinched Lu Wuming's cheek. "First, deactivate this current technique and use your previous snake form. In short, I want you to deal with this trash as quickly as possible. As long as you finish before I get angry, I won't hold you accountable for making this statue."
As he spoke, Lu Wuming's face showed even more grievance.
How could this be considered a mistake?
He had made his master so beautiful and divine. From any angle, he had perfectly portrayed the image of a devout follower. Why didn't his master understand him at all?
However, after so many years together, Lu Wuming could still see that Liu Buli was on the verge of genuine anger.
So, he obediently retracted the technique he had spent considerable effort developing. As the dark purple water formed a giant python coiling around all the ghosts, he still insisted on muttering, "Master is the most beautiful being. Wuming did nothing wrong."