CH 21

When Shen Wanqing rushed to the village, the flames were covering the sky.

Even though it wasn’t too far, you could still see the demonic energy hovering above the village. However, the lights were all brightly lit in each house, and many villagers held lit torches that looked like a group of sparks from the distance.

The person in the middle surrounded by the group of flames was Ji Feichen.

He knelt down on one knee, holding onto his sword. He was struggling to support himself, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. There was a huge wound on his arm that had split open, and blood was dripping down from the handle of the sword.

Logically, even if Ji Feichen had received some damage to his spiritual skills, with his cultivation base, it should not have been so strenuous to attack the Mountain Demon. But, he couldn’t help the fact that these villagers had swarmed forward with all their strength, gathering together to stop and attack him.

Even if he knew that there was something wrong, he still had to worry about these villagers for fear of hurting them.

As he was fighting while trying to exercise caution, he was distracted and was fiercely attacked by the Mountain Demon.

“Big Brother Ji!”

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The expressions of the villagers next to them looked fierce, and they could vaguely hear their secret whisperings:

“The team who sent the sacrifice haven’t returned yet. This group must have angered the Lord Demon God.”

“These cultivators deserve to die under a thousand swords.”

“…”

Hearing these words, Ji Feichen felt blood almost seep out from his clenched palms.

Shen Wanqing frowned, looked around, and noticed something was wrong.

This demon was obviously injured to a serious extent by Xie Wuyan, but at this moment, the demon’s energy did not continue to diminish, on the contrary, it seemed to be slowly recovering.

Wait…

“Brother Ji,” Shen Wanqing asked hurriedly, “Where is Sister Feng?”

At the same time, the Compass shook frantically, pointing in one direction.

That was the direction of the Feng Yaoqing.

[Villainess System:

Warning! Warning! It is detected that the heroine’s life is about to be threatened. ]

Hearing Sheng Wanqing’s words, Ji Feichen raised his eyebrows, and there was a rare chill seeping out of his usually warm and kind eyes. He picked up his sword, got up and said, “Take care of yourself.”

Having said that, he was ready to rush in the direction of Feng Yaoqing.

“Boom!”

At this moment, an old woman knelt down in front of Ji Feichen and grabbed his trouser legs: “You can’t go, you can’t go. If the Mountain God is gone, it will be over for our entire village.”

It was as if a hole had been opened, countless people swarmed up to surround them, not letting them leave.

“You clearly know that it is not a mountain god, but a demon who sucks human blood to live.” Ji Feichen was so angered that his eyes looked as if they would pop out.

At the roots, people were selfish.

“Who cares if it is a god or a demon? Three years ago, when most of our village starved to death due to drought, did you cultivators care for our lives? Those shrines had already taken our incense and offerings, why would they care for our life and death afterwards? It was the Lord Mountain God who saved our village from our horrible fate. He gave us gold, silver, money, and blessed us with good weather.”

Ji Feichen could not tame the mob, but with his ability, these ordinary people could not stop him.

His wrist shook, as if he was about to break through the crowded mob forcibly.

She seemed to be aware of what Ji Feichen wanted to do, and the old woman’s emotions intensified: “Demon eliminators? What a joke! You cultivators only care about becoming immortal, how can it benefit us? Only the Mountain God can save my seriously ill and mentally stupid son. If you dare to take a step forward today, this old bugger here will smash herself to death on this stone pillar, and let the people of the world see how your benevolent cultivators forced us commoners to death.”

This sentence successfully stopped Ji Feichen’s movements.

He clenched the handle of the sword tightly, his veins popping out, pain covering his face.

The Ji family had taught him since childhood that the chivalrous were kind, so he could not stand here and watch these villagers die in front of him without doing anything.

“Boom!”

Not too far away, an arc of sword aura broke through the dense fog.

The only thing was that the sword aura looked too weak, and it was soon swallowed by the black fog. But a few light spots could be seen sporadically, they were signs of her struggling to hold on.

“Ah Yao!” Ji Feichen shouted so loudly that his voice was hoarse.

Shen Wanqing glanced at the old woman who was trying to look desperate, then at Xie Wuyan who was watching the show, and then stretched out her hand to him: “Can you lend me your sword?”

Without asking why, Xie Wuyan handed the sword to her.

Shen Wanqing drew out her sword, walked through the crowd to the old woman, examined her for a long time, and then said to Ji Feichen who was by her side: “Brother Ji, you go and save Sister Feng, leave the rest to me.”

Ji Feichen’s eyes were deep red, there was only a little reason left within him that stopped him from breaking out in anger. He turned his head and looked at Shen Wanqing: “You?”

“Yes.” Shen Wanqing said, “You can rest assured and go.”

The demonic fog not far away formed a huge vortex, Feng Yaoqing was trying her best to hold on. But in the end, she could not withstand the attack and her body was forcibly stabbed, causing her to spit out a pool of blood.

Upon seeing this, Ji Feichen could no longer hold onto his apprehensions, so he stood up and ran in the direction of Feng Yaoqing.

“Stop him…”

The old woman’s voice stopped abruptly before she could finish her sentence.

Shen Wanqing’s blade pressed against her throat, her eyes that were usually always smiling were now emotionless. Her voice was calm, but it quieted down the noise of the surrounding people almost instantly: “If you smash yourself on the stone pillar, you might still be on your last breath and you’ll be in terrible pain. Isn’t it better if you die under my sword? You’ll die more peacefully.”

There was not a single sound around them.

After a long silence, someone finally reacted and started clamoring.

“Sure enough, cultivators are all insidious people. They even self-proclaim to exterminate demons and defend the good. Do they not take ordinary people’s lives as lives?”

“How ridiculous, do you know that there is a child who is near death in this old woman’s family who is still waiting for the Mountain God’s relief? You cultivators really have no mercy at all.”

“If this matter is announced to the world, it will definitely make your reputat…”

“Shen Wanqing.”

Shen Wanqing didn’t even blink her eyes and reported her name one word at a time: “Didn’t you want to tell the world? Then at least remember my name. Those people before may not have had the heart to do so, but I do. I am not a demon eliminator. I am a rich lady who grew up spoiled and cared for, I don’t have a very good personality. I am also quite unhappy with the fact that I was taken as a sacrifice by you people while traveling on the road.”

As she continued, she looked at the old woman’s eyes, and the edge of the sword approached her a little closer, cutting open a bloody wound: “So do you understand now? I have the heart to kill you.”

Shen Wanqing’s tone was too calm.

But often such a tone without any emotional fluctuations was the easiest to ignite fear within people. Almost everyone could be certain that she would really kill this woman without blinking.

Shen Wanqing could tell.

This group of spiteful people seemingly spoke with conviction and justice, but in fact they were all just motivated by profit. Acting so aggressively, it was simply because they knew that Ji Feichen would not dare to hurt them.

The more selfish people were, the more likely they were to cherish their lives.

Ji Feichen couldn’t figure out the true thoughts of these people, and he also didn’t dare to really put their lives on the line.

Sure enough, the old woman staggered back a few steps back and was assisted by someone after she fell limply to the ground, touching her neck while hiding her face and crying with pain. She thumped her chest, slapped the ground and said, “My poor little son…”

Shen Wanqing ignored them, putting the sword in the sheath and handed it back to Xie Wuyan.

Since both sides had already openly turned against each other, the villagers did not hesitate anymore.

Insults and verbal abuse continued one after another, buzzing around Shen Wanqing like flies.

Shen Wanqing turned a deaf ear, looking in the direction of Feng Yaoqing.

The Flying Spirit Sword stood up in the air. Ji Feichen closed his eyes tightly, blood oozing slowly from the corner of his mouth. His wrist vibrated and dozens of spells appeared, carrying a golden light to crack open the dark fog.

He jumped up at once, his light green figure sweeping across the night sky, hugging Feng Yaoqing in his arms and protecting her in front of him.

It looks like she had been saved.

Shen Wanqing finally let go of her worries, and just as she turned to go look for them, she suddenly felt a small stone hit the back of her head. 

She stopped in her tracks.

Immediately afterwards, stones were thrown at her one after another.

Shen Wanqing turned back around.

It was a little boy who looked around six or seven years old, his hands covered with dirt and mud. Seeing that she was looking at him, he quickly hid behind an adult, sticking his head out, and going “Bah! Bah! Bah!” at her.

Shen Wanqing felt tired for the first time.

She didn’t want to argue with these people too much.

Because she knew even with her eyes closed, Feng Yaoqing would not bear to blame these people after she was rescued. She would even get the cultivators from the Xuantian Sect to come and help the village recover and treat the so-called seriously ill children.

Using love to touch demons and evil people.

This was an essential path for the growth of the protagonists.

However, just as Shen Wanqing was about to leave, she suddenly heard a sorrowful scream behind her—

Xie Wuyan clenched the boy’s neck tightly, raising his arms and letting his legs dangle in the air.

He struggled desperately, but couldn’t make a sound, flailing about while struggling to fight for his life. 

The villagers by the side opened their eyes wide, but no one dared to be the first to go and stop him. The only exception to this was the child’s mother who was pulling on Xie Wuyan’s arm, her eyes full of horror.

There was no emotion in Xie Wuyan’s eyes, as if the living person he was strangling in his hand was a dead thing.

Finally, when the child was on his last breath, he released his hand, shook his wrist in disgust, and then turned to look at the villagers beside him.

The voices that had just been cursing all this time stopped in an instant

“Coincidentally, I am also not in a good mood today.”

Xie Wuyan’s expression looked like he was smiling but it didn’t reach his eyes, his gaze flickered past the faces of the group one by one, “Let me count–”

As he said this, he raised his index finger and began to point at the people around him one by one, counting the numbers casually. Everyone who was pointed at would shake uncontrollably, their faces full of horror.

“Okay.” Xie Wuyan laughed and said slowly and clearly, “I have always had a good memory.”

It was a threat.

An undisguised threat.

After Xie Wuyan finished speaking, he walked in the direction of Shen Wanqing, but halfway through, he seemed to think of something again, turned his head and looked back.

The little boy who was catching his breath was caught off guard by Xie Wuyan and was brought towards Shen Wanqing by him.

The next second, the back of his neck was grasped, and he was forced to kneel down, his forehead knocking onto the ground heavily.

“Apologize.” Xie Wuyan’s voice was as cold as ice.

Shen Wanqing was stunned, and then reacted.

Happiness! She had so much face!

Suddenly, she felt less tired.

The boy who had taken a fright, did not dare to continue being stubborn, and apologized while trembling with red eyes.

Shen Wanqing: “Not enough, kowtow 1 on the ground three more times.”

She would be a fool to not take advantage of this.

You have to kowtow for me even if you are a child.

To piss you off.

The author has something to say: Shen Wanqing: My skill of pushing my luck is ten out of ten!

Edited by: zzzz



[Translator’s note: It’s the week of Christmas! Woo woo!! For your Christmas present, I gift everyone the skill to read and re-read this novel to see how far our ML and FL have come!!! Just kidding, I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas to have a restful week and to get lots of presents! By the way, I have an editor on board now~ look at the quality increase in translations hehehe!]
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