CH 14

​​Xie Wuyan simply decided to not continue to talk nonsense with Shen Wanqing. He propped his arm up and looked at her as if he was saying “Listen to your own words, can’t you see the problem here?”

Under a gaze that was filled with love and care for the mentally ill, Shen Wanqing felt a bit guilty and her little head kept on lowering as if she were a hamster eating its food.

She thought about it here and there, and finally decided to try and convince him in a roundabout way.

According to reason, Xie Wuyan should have developed some tenderness towards Feng Yaoqing and given that the atmosphere between the two in the back garden before seemed pretty good…by provoking him with the heroine, perhaps she really could convince this Big Buddha1.

“Look, this Painted Skin Ghost has a lot of tricks under her sleeve. Although she is seriously injured, Ji Feichen has already over-exerted too much, so he doesn’t really have the upper hand.” Shen Wanqing said, “If they were to really fight, I’m afraid a woman like Sister Feng will get into trouble.”

“Really?” Xie Wuyan raised his eyebrows.

Shen Wanqing nodded: “Yes, yes.”

Xie Wuyan: “Well, that is really pitiful.”

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Maybe he thought that Shen Wanqing’s angry look was funny, so he said jokingly: “Do you want me to help them?”

Hearing these words, Shen Wanqing’s vitality greatly increased, and immediately nodded her head vigorously like a carp.

“It’s not impossible.” Xie Wuyan spit out two words slowly, “Beg me.”

“I beg you.” Shen Wanqing blinked her eyes and responded quickly without even a second thought. She even included a three-combo attack, “I beg you, I beg you, I beg you.”

“…”

Now it was Xie Wuyan’s turn to be speechless.

A hundred years ago, when he had nothing to do, he would always catch a few demon eliminator masters to take back to the demon realm to have fun. Most of the time, they would self-proclaim to be righteous people and would straighten up their necks and say firmly without yielding, “Bah, you demon, if I splutter even a bit of the words ‘I beg you,’ then I will be ashamed towards all the people of this world.”

Although these firm and unyielding young heroes mostly confessed to their mistakes in tears by the end, and even began working hard and carefully as his underlings, they all still put on a show when they got caught.

This was the first time Xie Wuyan had seen someone be so lazy as to not even put on a show at the beginning.

So looking at Shen Wanqing, he really became speechless. He really couldn’t understand how the Ji clan, who were generations of demon eliminators, could have taught their daughter to become like this. It was even reasonable to suspect that she was an undercover agent who had been planted into the Ji clan to destroy their family’s reputation.

Shen Wanqing looked at his weird expression, stretched out her hand to pull at his sleeve, and proficiently used her cute-acting skills: “Big Brother Xie you need to keep your words.”

If there was a situation, it would be Big Brother Xie.

If there wasn’t, it would be Xie Wuyan.

Xie Wuyan felt that he was at a loss no matter how he looked at it.

He lowered his head and took away Shen Wanqing’s hand, stood up without a word, and shook his robe, as if he were about to turn and leave.

Looking at Xie Wuyan’s back, Shen Wanqing lowered her head and finally decided to let it go.

Forget it, it was quite hard for a great Demon Lord to go and eliminate demons.

In fact, she wasn’t worried that Ji Feichen would not be able to catch the Painted Skin Ghost, but then, Zeng Ziyun, who was full of “Big Brother Ji this, Big Brother Ji that”, would completely start her job as a villainess.

What’s done cannot be undone.

Shen Wanqing sighed.

Since there wasn’t any other way, let’s just work harder in the future.

“Do you want to stay here alone?”

At this moment, she suddenly heard a cold voice.

Shen Wanqing was startled when she heard the sound, and looked up.

Xie Wuyan stood in front of the window, his robes fluttering even without the wind. The expression on his face was indifferent, the moonlight draped over his brocade robe, and his whole body exerted a chilling cold aura.

He looked at her sideways, his tone unwavering, and said lightly: “Come here.”

Speaking like this, Shen Wanqing immediately understood what Xie Wuyan meant. She had to ignore the injuries on her body, turn over and get out of the bed, brushing against him.

Then, the two fell into a new round of silence.

There was no doubt that they needed to use the light-body technique (qing gong)2 to catch up to Ji Feichen and Feng Yaoqing.

But Shen Wanqing’s current physical condition, coupled with her poor kung fu skills meant that her light-body technique speed was not even as fast as a child running.

Thus she rubbed her hands nervously, decided to break the silence tactfully, and handed over the initiative to Xie Wuyan: “Otherwise, you can pick the posture? I can accept anything.”

Xie Wuyan: “…”

Not far away from the inn, Shen Wanqing saw flames spread all over the sky. The demonic energy scattered into thousands of strands and continuously circled upwards, forming a perfect circle. Immediately afterwards, golden light flashed alongside a huge boom, abruptly tearing the demonic energy apart.

The Flying Spirit sword buzzed and vibrated, its whole body exuding a blood red sword energy, stabbing in and out the demonic energy.

The two forces produced a huge aura as they competed against each other.

Zeng Ziyun was between these two forces, clutching her chest and coughing up blood constantly. There were blood stains all over her body, she couldn’t stop shivering and didn’t even have the energy to shout.

She knew deeply that as soon as Ji Feichen relaxed, she would lose her life.

Feng Yaoqing propped up a Protection Barrier to protect Ji Feichen from being corroded by the demonic energy. But no matter how well-coordinated the two were, their physical strength was obviously being expended, nearing to its end.

Countless little demons rushed forward while howling, this tactic of creating a human sea around them was very useful, as long as any of the two were distracted, the barrier would give rise to gap.

Ji Feichen had to divert his attention to free up a hand to reinforce the barrier for Feng Yaoqing.

The Painted Skin Ghost keenly caught onto the gap, and a wisp of demonic energy rushed in, tightly locking onto Zeng Ziyun’s neck, strangling her until she was almost out of breath, left to struggle subconsciously.

“Xiao Yun!”

Once getting distracted, one would mess up; Feng Yaoqing coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the Protective Barrier was abruptly shattered.

In an instant, the huge demonic energy weaved into a net and rushed in the direction of Zeng Ziyun.

Zeng Ziyun’s pupils shrank, she opened her mouth, but the demonic power that was strangling her neck made her unable to make a sound, she could only powerlessly watch death approach.

“Careful!”

Ji Feichen stood up, his wrist shook, and recalled the Flying Spirit Sword over, standing up to block it.

But someone was faster than him.

Down from the sky, carrying a piercing cold sword aura, it forcibly split the inescapable net.

Zeng Ziyun looked up.

It was a dark black figure, standing against the light, the corners of his clothes fluttering– he was awe-inspiring.

The moonlight was piercing cold and it gathered into a spot at the end of the sharp sword, but it was so luminous that one couldn’t look away.

Xie Wuyan turned his head and looked at her, there were no emotions in his eyes.

But those blazing eyes pierced the weakness of one’s heart even more.

The scene was very harmonious.

The only discordant thing was—

“Have you landed yet, have you landed yet?” Shen Wanqing shrank into a ball, lying in his arms. She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, not daring to look up, “To be honest, I think I’m a little afraid of heights.”

This was the second time she had experienced being carried away using the light arts technique.

The experience was extremely poor.

If this were in modern times, Xie Wuyan was at the speed of being stopped, fined and detained on the highway.

Xie Wuyan looked at Shen Wanqing, who had curled up in fear while leaning on his shoulders, with an expression of disgust: “The fight is already over.”

Hearing these words, Shen Wanqing finally opened one eye and looked around.

Zeng Ziyun stared at her with scorching eyes.

Feng Yaoqing had a worried look on her face.

And Ji Feichen seemed to be on alert.

And not far away the half-dead Painted Skin Ghost laid on the ground vomiting blood.

It seems that the fight was really over.

She carefully got off Xie Wuyan, patted the corner of her skirt, and thanked him very politely. Then turned her head and looked at the disorderly Zeng Ziyun behind her. She thought for a moment, and then reached out to help her up.

Zeng Ziyun turned her head stubbornly and snorted: “Humph.”

…Although she didn’t know the reason, Shen Wanqing was lost in thought as she saw that there seemed to be a grudge held against her now.

“I know, I know who you are now…”

The Painted Skin Demon who was vomiting blood took a breath, her eyes carrying some hatred, and looked in the direction of Xie Wuyan. She panted heavily with every word, seeming to be on her last breath.

She stared at Xie Wuyan firmly, and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing wildly yet atrociously, making one shudder, “The people of the Xuantian Sect actually involved themselves with such a person, do you know who he is?”

When Xie Wuyan heard the words, his eyes sank.

Ji Feichen stepped forward, approached the Painted Skin Ghost, frowned and said: “Stop talking nonsense to struggle from your inevitable death.”

“Am I talking nonsense?” The Painted Skin Ghost’s smile gradually became hideous.

Shen Wanqing realized that something was wrong, and she suddenly remembered that when Xie Wuyan fought with the Painted Skin Ghost before, he had released all of his demonic power without any disguise.

As such, the Painted Skin Ghost had probably made some guesses and was going to expose Xie Wuyan in front of Ji Feichen earlier than planned in the novel.

Shen Wanqing turned her head and glanced at Xie Wuyan.

It was tricky.

Xie Wuyan could not rashly kill the Painted Skin Ghost at this time.

Both the main leads were smart, and they would easily catch on.

The Painted Skin Ghost: “Let me tell you, who is staying beside you—”

Shen Wanqing lowered her eyes, touched the dagger around her waist and unsheathed it quickly.

Although she didn’t know if it would work, maybe she could give it a try.

In the next second, she squeezed the blade abruptly with her left hand, and clenched it tightly.

The sharp edge cut open her flesh, and blood dripped all the way down to the tip of the knife.

Shen Wanqing closed her eyes, as like her memory, manipulated her spiritual power to converge to the wound.

A splitting pain.

Flames ignited out of thin air, as if it were to burn away her entire palm.

The blood was torn into a straight line, pulling this force of power towards the painter.

Before the Painted Skin Ghost could even finish her sentence, her entire body was entangled and ignited by the flames, leaving only a heart-piercing scream.