C12 Sending a Nun Nunnery 4

The guards wielded their long sticks, swatting at Mu Yunhua as if she were nothing more than an annoying fly.

"How dare a mere servant speak to the young lady in such a manner?" The wet nurse had tolerated Mu Yuyao calling the Miss 'stupid donkey' because Mu Yuyao's influence was overwhelming and they were no match for her. But for a gatekeeper, a lowly dog of the Mu Mansion, to brazenly insult the Miss by calling her a 'straw bun' was more than the wet nurse could bear.

"Hey, aren't we all servants here? What's the big deal if I am one? Can't a servant strike their master?" Protector B sneered, gripping one end of the long stick and jabbing the other end towards Mu Yunhua's shoulder with a bit of force.

Mu Yunhua's body tilted backward from the impact, yet her feet remained firmly planted, not retreating an inch.

Protector B had expected his poke to send Mu Yunhua sprawling to the ground. Had he not used enough force?

"Let's try that again," Protector B muttered, pulling back the stick for another jab at Mu Yunhua, boasting, "See? I can hit the master however I like—hey, what the...?!"

Suddenly, Protector B's taunts cut off mid-sentence, and his motion of poking Mu Yunhua froze as if time had stopped.

"Go on, why stop talking?" Mu Yunhua's bony, rough fingers effortlessly grasped the wooden stick resting on her shoulder.

No matter how Protector B yanked or thrust, the stick was immovable, as if caught in an invisible vice.

It was downright bizarre!

The wet nurse watched, astonished, as Protector B seemed to exert all his might, yet the stick remained as unyielding as if it had a will of its own.

"Get over here, damn it! Don't just stand there gawking, help me pull this stick out! Hurry!" Protector B's forehead was slick with sweat, his strength seemingly spent, yet he couldn't wrest the stick from Mu Yunhua's grip. He called out frantically to his fellow guard.

But before the other guards could even react, Mu Yunhua slowly unfurled her fingers from the stick. "You want it back? Just say the word. I'm not refusing you, but..."

A flicker of eerie green light danced in Mu Yunhua's eyes, so swift it nearly dazzled onlookers. "Make sure you hold on tight."

As Mu Yunhua released her final finger, she stepped back and silently observed Protector B. Rather than retracting the staff, Protector B maintained his grip, his hands clutching one end while the other hovered motionless in mid-air. Yet, imperceptibly, the unheld end began to tip downward as if an invisible force was tugging it earthward.

Meanwhile, Protector B, grasping the staff, exerted all his might to keep it aloft, as if letting it drop would spell disaster. Grunts of "Ugh!" and "Ahhh!" escaped him, sweat beading on his forehead and streaming down, soaking his back in mere moments. It was as though he was engaged in some intense labor.

"What's going on with you?" asked a fellow guard, baffled by the scene. Confusion wasn't limited to the onlookers; even Protector B himself couldn't fathom why the staff in his hands had suddenly become as heavy as lead, his hands seemingly incapable of releasing it. It was as though dropping the staff would trigger some dire consequence.

So, he held on desperately, struggling to keep the staff from touching the ground. But it grew heavier and heavier, to the point where he simply couldn't...

"Ah!"