C12 Sending the Nunnery 4

The guard brandished his long stick, shooing Mu Yunhua as though she were a bothersome fly.

"How can a mere servant speak to the young lady like that?" The wet nurse could stomach Mu Yuyao calling the Miss a 'stupid donkey' because Mu Yuyao's clout was insurmountable, and they couldn't compete. But for a mere gatekeeper, a lowly cur of Mu's Mansion, to audaciously call the Miss a 'straw bun' was intolerable to the wet nurse.

"Hey, aren't we all servants? So what if I am one? Can't a servant strike their master?" Protector B taunted, holding one end of the stick and thrusting the other towards Mu Yunhua's shoulder with some force.

Mu Yunhua's body shifted backward from the poke, yet she didn't move back even half a step.

Protector B had thought his jab would knock Mu Yunhua to the ground. Could it be he hadn't poked hard enough?

"Let's go again," Protector B said, retracting the stick for another attempt at Mu Yunhua, while smugly saying, "See? I can hit the master any way I want—eh?!"

Abruptly, Protector B's words halted, and his action of poking Mu Yunhua seemed to freeze in place.

"Come on, why aren't you continuing?" Mu Yunhua's gaunt, coarse fingers had effortlessly seized the wooden stick on her shoulder.

No matter how hard Protector B tugged or pushed, the stick wouldn't budge, as if it were stuck fast.

It was utterly inexplicable!

The wet nurse looked on in amazement as Protector B appeared to use all his strength, yet the stick was as immovable as if it were spellbound.

"Come here, damn it! Don't just stand there dumbfounded, help me pull this stick out! Quick!" Protector B's forehead was beaded with sweat, his energy seemingly drained, yet he couldn't pull the stick from Mu Yunhua's grasp. He shouted urgently to his colleague.

However, before the other guard could respond, Mu Yunhua leisurely released her grip on the stick. "You want it back? Just ask. I'm not withholding it from you, but..."

A strange green glint flashed in Mu Yunhua's eyes, so rapid it could bewilder anyone watching. "But make sure you're ready to catch it."

As Mu Yunhua released her last finger, she took a step back and silently watched Protector B. Instead of pulling back his staff, Protector B continued to hold the position he had taken when he first drew the weapon. His hands were firmly grasping one end of the staff, which was suspended in mid-air. Gradually, the end that no one was holding began to tilt downward as if something unseen was pulling it down.

Protector B, still clutching the staff, was using all his strength in an attempt to lift the end that was dipping, as if preventing it from falling was of utmost importance. He emitted grunts of "Ugh!" and "Ahhh!" while sweat formed on his forehead like droplets, streaming down and drenching his back in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on with you?" a fellow guard inquired, puzzled by the spectacle. The confusion wasn't just among the spectators; even Protector B was at a loss as to why the staff in his grip had become as heavy as lead, his hands seemingly glued to it. It was as if letting the staff fall would have terrible repercussions.

Thus, he persisted in his desperate struggle to keep the staff from making contact with the ground. But as it grew heavier and heavier, it became clear that he might not be able to hold on much longer.

"Ah!"